String lines and broken binds, the joy of silence all confined in her mind
And the stars align
Hope is here, hope is far, skimmin’ stones and wrecking cars
And darlin’, we’re right on time
Right on time
So grasp the wings of Emperor Night, the stowaways must hold on tight
We marvel at all we see
And the songs of shadows we’ll listen to
Break my bones use them for flutes
And darlin’, we’re right on time
Right on Time
So curse the country, curse the years, curse the things you hold so dear
Command the seas to engulf them all
And once your soul is clean to shine, I’ll be there, end of the line
And darlin’, we’re right on time
Right on time
This really is a thing of beauty.
Sun's going down and I'm gently relaxing when there's so much happening to oppose that state in these extraordinary times. (And much of it caused by humans.)
Thank you, Rachel. Damian Ainscough
The sweetness of the harmony and beauty of the tracks made me have to purchase this album. The vocals float like ethereal sprites with compelling warmness yet a certain captivating sadness as well. This is what Americana should sound like... this is what country should sound like... for it's so real and emotionally delivered... yet absolutely gorgeous. theexplodingogre
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