Born in the stones between waters
With the scent of the grass, a place unique
Grew up sliding down the rivers
With a rod in your hand and a catch to dream with
Do you still remember the longest hot summers?
That hunger for freedom, and the feeling of relief
Returned to stone to discover
How to make other people to live without fears
My torch between the alleys
My reason to believe
My stories all day long
My shelter in this world of greed
My comfort in pure sorrow
My enemies' enemy
The flytyer is coming. He's just the one I need.
You gave me the magic of detail
The taste for the craft work. A wisdom to keep
An infinite melody of memories
With the talent of wise men. I learned what I'd be
Your spools and feathers are still waiting
I know nobody knows what kind of pride I feel.
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