Dear Evelyn,
I wrote you a letter that was perfumed with Lavender, Vodka and tears
That ratty old thing was sealed and stamped and left in a cupboard
for years
I found it last night in between volumes of Saffron, Rilke and Yeats.
And the very next morning it was under my arm as I was hit by a freighter crossing the street.
It read;
Dear Evelyn,
You conniving bitch I am up to my tits in your bullshit
I'd give up my life if for one golden night you would rid yourself of it
Dear Evenly!
I'm sorry etcetera let's get back together or at least for old times make a night of it
this letter forever will remain undelivered but there on my own I'll say-
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