Recorded live in Tokyo. From Ben's album 'In use day & night'.
lyrics
Outside
I hear the river raging
The streets are filled with thieves not worth saving
My heart now rides a hearse
The poor thing died of thirst
And now it's raining
Inside
I wish your face forgotten
You're memory from me is barred from top to bottom
I'm searching for a trick
To somehow spin your silk
Into cotton
Bring me a surgeon not a priest
Or this hurt will never cease
Draw the curtain
But there's no such thing as peace
It's war from west to east
And that's for certain
I'm weary
And the road is endless
Broken down, penniless, and friendless
If it wasn't for my doubt
If I found a cowards way out
I'd end this
Shame
And humiliation
And the distance between the tongues of every nation
It's the heart that must be slain
To kill the phantom pain
Of separation
Bring me a surgeon not a priest
Or this hurt will never cease
Draw the curtain
But there's no such thing as peace
It's war from west to east
And that's for certain
Love
Offered no resistance
The sky's alive with gunfire in the distance
The kiss didn't leave a scratch
Tenderness is no match
For deaths persistence
Still
I love you more than ever
I could no more change my heart than change the weather
This head will always need
This heart will always bleed
To be together
Bring me a surgeon not a priest
Or this hurt will never cease
Draw the curtain
But there's no such thing as peace
It's war from west to east
And that's for certain
Outside
I hear the river raging
The streets are filled with thieves not worth saving
My heart now rides a hearse
The poor thing died of thirst
And now it's raining.
credits
from Live in Tokyo,
released June 4, 2019
Ben Holland: Vocals, guitar.
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