I want to write a love song to a city I barely know
But how do you sell yourself to houses and roads?
I’m trying to find the right words so that I can paint the air
Or the colours to describe the smell of summer rain in my hair
But I’ll never get the chance to say, just how much I care.
Have you ever felt the feeling when your bare feet touch the grass?
This sort of energy comes flowing through the earth
And it’s a magical emotion, feeling present in this life
And choosing experiences over hurt
And I hope that you realise, what it’s worth
Because the days are long, the nights are barely cold
And this place has done the strangest thing to my soul
On these busy streets I’ve made my home, I’ve made my home
So how’s about that love to a song to a city I will never know
This year has proved that difficulties come and they do go
But I still can find some solace, in a walk along the riverside at night
And in the pockets of the gardens where I sat and cried
Lord knows I tried
But here the days are long, the nights are barely cold
And this place has done the strangest thing to my soul
On these busy streets I’ve made my home, I’ve made my home
I hope that you realise, I hope that you realise
I hope that you realise, what it’s worth
Cos here the days are long, the nights are barely cold
And this place has done the strangest thing to my soul
On these busy streets I’ve made my home, I’ve made my home
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