You first climbed up the pedestal, last man standing on a black balloon.
Faced to the corridor you've put away the stairs right up to the moon.
All trails built to hesitate of what's becoming absolutely cruel.
Self-confident night vagabonds, wrapped the tight coat of throes that you wove.
Sometimes the devil is without us but sometimes the rules get hard.
Bowed to the leaders of the thieves, we owe our lifes for now.
Your ball wrecked all and I've seen them go like lambs with empty pockets and wounded prides.
Struck in the base of consciousness, we broke the rules that bound us to the strife.
Now the time has come we've lost it all that it's enough to find ourselves undone.
You bastards are going to pay for every moment you betrayed the working class you've dethroned.
Sometimes the devil is without us but sometimes the rules get hard.
Bowed to the leaders of the thieves, we owe our lifes for now.
The beginning of the end. I swear you're going to fear us
Now it's time to break our chains, there's nothing in between us
The beginning of the end. My oath is firm and clear
One by one you're gonna fall. Our liberty is near.
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
Percussionist and sound artist Riccardo La Foresta joins musician and producer James Ginzburg for a fluid collaborative experiment. Bandcamp New & Notable Feb 4, 2024