Ain’t nothing like a broken heart to get you thinking
No matter how good it gets I’ve still got that sinking feeling
And just this week I thought about giving up on drinking
But then again, how would that change a thing, I’m still a lost and lonely fool
And there are seconds even minutes when I’m winning
And there are hours even days, that I spend dreaming
And there are weeks and even months, when I just stare at my face in the mirror
Cos I don’t recognise a thing
I only ever hoped that one day I could make believe
That all the roads I’ve travelled and the blisters on my feet
Would all add up to mean that I was finally going somewhere
But it’s Monday afternoon and I’m just dusting off the dregs
Off the last weekend, and I can still smell the boy that was in my bed
And even though I said I’d call him, I know I won’t, and I know that that’s not fair
And it’s this sad and fucked up feeling knowing every little mistake
Is one more notch upon the bedpost, one step closer to the breaking point
But I can’t seem to force myself to care
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I bought the physical copy of this demo, #2/50, the night before All Tomorrow's Shoeys. I bought it again almost two years later when Jen was in a bind. In between those purchases I bought it on vinyl from Craigos. What I'm trying to say is that I've bought this fucking thing three times now and I'd probably buy it again, so you know it's good, aye! Nick
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