I want to tell you how much I hate you in a cocaphony of sound
But all I've got is a ukulele and thoughts of how I wish you were still around
I used to tell you that I loved you more than I said it to myself
Well, hindsight's 20/20, I knew you were promising us hell
I want to remember my dreams
Or remember how to create a false memory
Or fall into an alternate reality
Where I haven't fallen out of love with me
I think I remember one dream
Where you and I were having out, catching some Z's
And if memory serves, I told you I loved you
And you said the same to me
And as the ambient city lights creep through the cracks in our aluminum blinds
I'm lying awake, tossing and turning, playing it back through my mind
I spent so much time defending you, but you left us all behind
You spent so much time caring for yourself, but didn't care to say good bye
Well, I'd rip the flesh off my right arm if it meant that I could forget you
Or it gave me the will power to just pretend that I had never met you
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