Now I always stop, when I’m in unfamiliar place
Cause I didn’t always know, how to taste
And I never knew that colors, could make a sound
But the leaves turned and I heard music, all around.
And I never knew the touch, of a stone placed long ago
But when I see you I feel the spring wind blow
And I never knew the smell of rain before
Now I look up and I feel, the petrichor
You came to me, in a dream
You showed me your homeland, sat me down by the stream
And you left me quite impressed, it was more than a meal
So I left your house wonderin’, was any of it real?
And if memories, are just senses decayed
If I had known, I woulda stayed
And I shoulda known, that what helps me survive
would be the thing that helps me feel alive
Now I always pause, when I’m in unfamiliar frame
I look around before, I take the blame
And I never felt the touch, of a stone placed long ago
Would you give me up for a chance, at a good throw?
And I never knew the smell, of rain before
Cause now all I see is you, when it pours
Cause now all I see is you, when it pours
But now I look up and I feel the petrichor
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