I remember well I thought I was a victim
As I was driven shackled through the street
The toungues and the lashes flashed in rhythm
But memory delt the blow of my defeat
I tried to hold my laughter at the alter
But the joke of it was more than I could bare
Then I became my own betrayer
When I left all that mattered standing there
I beg you dear marksman have mercy
Aim well for the heart that let her down
And spare my eyes to watch her beauty
She leads me down to my dying ground
Lead me down to bleed me in the river
Let the river draw the life from my veins
Then wash your sweet hands in the water
And turn and begin your life again
Through love I have known heaven
And felt the hell only fairwell can bring
Now its over, I can say for certain
I never truly understood a thing
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