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Recorded in a renovated space
lyrics
I drove all the way across town just to get gas.
I drove all the way back home just to stare into the past.
Remember those memories and question their facts.
Recalling all the witnesses, in hopes to bring my jury back.
To change their minds of my crimes; put this rail back on it tracks.
Convince them one last time it was me and my apathy that stabbed me in the back.
I sang so loud but nobody heard.
I sang so loud but my pride would not be disturbed.
Its kind of like the first time you woke up sad.
Its kind of like the first time you realized those plans would go bad.
Its kind of like the first time I stared into your eyes.
Its kind of like the first time I watched the sunrise.
My good friend the winter didn't bring his cold for awhile,
as a gift to the nomad in my heart who knew he'd be stuck in this town for awhile.
But the lover in my heart would chastise him well saying,
"Well, how do you expect to find love when you're always out travelling only thinking about yourself
just saying, 'Oh one last time, I swear, I swear, I'll slow down.'"
Ask the lover in my heart to be patient, 'Oh please, oh please, oh please stick around.
Can't you just sit here awhile now?'
Perpetuate the pain; that's the way it sounds to me.
Its kind of like the first time you woke up sad.
Its kind of like the first time you realized that person you hated was yourself.
Its kind of like the first time I stared into your eyes.
Its kind of like the first time I watched the sunrise.
Oh and I sang her my soul/song.
Oh and I sang her my sweetest lullaby.
Before she went to sleep beneath that burnt red orange sky.
Oh and the stars came out and they reared their ugly heads.
I just pulled the covers over, let the darkness cover my head.
I let all those words unsaid stay right there in the back of my head where they should.
And I wonder if you'll ever come back.
Lord, knows I'll keep a weighted heart in my back packed.
Oh and my boots strapped; the back door is unlatched;
there's a crow calling me home and a gentle wind, friend, push at my back.
Oh when you get here you'll find my tracks.
credits
from These Means Are My Ends,
released January 30, 2015
Performance by Jedidiah Crook
Recording by Jeffrey Francoeur
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
