I want 3a.m. phone calls and walks through the suburbs at night
I want breakfast in the park and you there in the evening to make sure I switch off the light
I want matching tattoos so devoid of any meaning, that three years from now I forget what they’re for
I just want more time
I want weekends in Tassie and road trips to Adelaide
I want all of the people who I’ve ever loved to be there in one place
I want hours upon hours spent lying in the sun, just to watch it go down count the stars one by one
I just need more space
And I want more than just to survive
So tonight, we should bring those stories to life
We can count down the moments and talk until dawn when it’s clear
This year’s our year
I want walks in the forest and waterfalls tumbling down
I want fresh cups of tea and an afternoon spent playing board games on the lounge
I want songs that I’ve written to hit you inside, make you feel what I feel, all the things I can’t hide
I just want you around
And I want more than just to survive,
So tonight, we should bring those stories to life
We can count down the moments and talk until dawn, when it’s clear
This year’s our year
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