The feeling I get when I see you in person:
My mind is astray; I'm punch-drunk and nervous;
My stomach in knots; my limbs feel uncertain;
I start slurring my words like they're written in cursive.
You say with disdain you hate the winter.
The frigid east coast, it numbs your fingers,
But the stars on display on these clear autumn nights
Can guide you right back to me if you like.
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