Lie awake and then it’s dawn;
nothing to say for night but that it’s gone.
Ride the bus or ride the train,
too low to lie, too sorry to complain.
It’s too much like me to commit to barren stone
what belongs to someone else alone.
So maybe later I’ll sit down and write a song,
but for now it’s been raining too long.
Conversations stop and start:
little toys to taste and take apart.
And though we know heartaches are hard,
we somehow forget how tedious they are.
It’s too much like me to commit to precious stone
what belongs to her and her alone.
So maybe later I’ll sit down and write a song,
but for now it’s been raining too long.
Julie Byrne continues an increasingly necessary tradition of quietly offering musical artifacts that want to be climbed into and lived in (spelunked?), to be known, like company, rather than consumed. Brian Seabolt
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