Last night when I cried
You said it's alright, we can fight
Ding dong, kettle on
We've been talking half the night
What now, it's all breaking down
But I still want to be around
to turn it round with you
It hurts, it's getting worse
Cause half the world is turning blue
This dusty world, let's shake it
Love does not exist
We should invent it
Will you go with me places
Love does not exist
We should invent it
This blood, it was born inside a beat inside a bar
I heard it in the dark of the canal, the protest march
I don't know where we're going to
But I know I'd go there with you
Our history in our hands
The ones they held inside the hospitals, the prisons,
stolen land
This dusty world, let's shake it
Love does not exist
We should invent it
Will you go with me places
Love does not exist
We should invent it
We should rescue the flowers from a millionaire's lawn
We should dance in queer sweat and walk home in the dawn
We should be late for work twice a week just to talk
Tell each other our bad dreams of riots and cops
And I like you so much it embarrasses me
More than shorelines and springsteen and thunder and tea
You tell me when I'm a wanker, never do it by halves
And that July I was sad you read me books in the bath
If you want I'll do your sun cream, you could do mine
I think we'll be alright, do you remember the time
When we danced like our legs were just there for the night
I think I couldn't blink for the joy, think I cried
It's the hope. Through the sadness and anger at the current state of the world, Grace seems to sing hope and belief that people can, and want to, do better, and build something where we all fit. voxdumnonia
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