I'll cut all my losses, and aim straight for the city again
Feed all my demons with whisky and dancing
Til I cannot feel anything
Then that woman I loved will walk into my head
Clean up the mess and put me to bed
And say 'Matthew, for fuck's sake, take care of yourself'
And that's how I'll know it's a dream
Because Rebecca is gone
Rebecca is gone
And there isn't a future for me
So fuck it, I'll run for the mountains
Cause maybe it's quieter there
I'll lie and convince myself I did my best
While I'm starving and running from bears,
I can't remember the weird things she said,
The spells she would cast that could make me forget
All the baggage I'm carrying around my neck
And that's how I know I am free
Rebecca is gone
Rebecca is gone
And there isn't a future for me
Now it's getting late, and I'm sick of this cannonball town
I haven't slept since the hurricane came
And the wind swept me right off the ground
Rebecca, we plotted a course for our deaths.
We muddled our senses with dark rum and sex.
Some things they end just the way you'd expect.
I don't know why I thought it was love.
But it must have been love,
That feasted on us,
That weighed us both down as it hoisted us up
And spun us around,
Til we begged it to stop...
Well, it must have been love.
But now it's all dust.
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