theres a hairy legged spider asleep in my bed
with a hard headed sunday belly full of lead,
i see you awaken and raise up your head
to a room full of teenagers mocking the dead,
each with their new partner arms full of pride
and love in their faces for the lays by their side
so tepid they show their eyes to see whats amiss
of their bottle strewn runway and turpentine bliss
we're all wasted
see, i 'm not trying to get in your pants
theres the new blond head rich kid
who was there in advance
i wish that you'd kiss me and forget what i said
i'm headed early up new york
and the skys turning red
we're all wasted
The second EP from Northern Irish singer-songwriter Bea Stewart runs from gentle folk to pillowy pop ballads, all perfectly executed. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 15, 2024
Percussionist and sound artist Riccardo La Foresta joins musician and producer James Ginzburg for a fluid collaborative experiment. Bandcamp New & Notable Feb 4, 2024