I wish that I knew how to draw, cos I’d make you a picture to put on your wall
I wish that I knew how to talk, so I could tell you the way that you make me feel so small
And I wish that my travels had helped me with my head, but they only made me feel more confused
And I wish that this wishing would come to an end so my thoughts weren’t devoted to you, anymore.
If I were an artist, my world would be colourful and filled with those things with beauty inside
But I’m just a singer, no money in my pockets so all I’ve got left is what’s on my mind
If I were a different girl, I’d like to be somebody taller, like Gulliver, so I could see all around
But I am just me and that’s all that I’ll ever be, so I’ll keep trying my best, try to stay off the ground
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I’m glad that I know how to think cos in this life that’s all that you’re ever going to really need
And I’m glad I can carry a tune, cos with a song in your heart that’s as happy as you’ll ever be
And I’m glad that the places I’ve been, and the faces I’ve seen gave me memories both good and bad
Because we’re all still learning and doing our best, and experience is all that we ever have when we die
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