This gilded cage is mostly comfortable to me, It's now become my home.
But its gleam isn't what it used to be, at all, I feel that I should have known.
That this vapid gift of "security", has thrown my frame to atrophy.
Now the screams of insecurity, they swell, the closer I get to free
But as I slowly turn brittle, patinaed key, my legs fear the imminent release.
While here removed from reality, I've been able to feel such blissful peace.
The sight of shattered glass is most unbearable to me, desperation led a fool inside
With bloody fists and vacant gaze it's clear to see, his inability to fight the tide
The angry undertow has long since drawn him in, to fear, things that are and aren't there
Treading salt water now with patience running thin, his lungs are filled half water, half air
But as he slowly turns his face away from me, his story echoes true behind my eyes
His barely twilit reality, makes too clear, what I've long ago surmised
But as this world turns, its spin is hastening, this ghost and I return to fuse again
And if this is truly reality, I pray the fairytale begin
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