She was a whiskey baby
Pantomime
Slide trombone playing
Sack of dimes
In the dirty city she's biding her time
Stained and spitting cussing kissing
Darling!
But when she plays with me I know...
How I love you Lady Thelma!
Mary Shelly's Frankenstein
Tobacco smoke's got these eyes of mine
Lace and leather knives and twine
She's a long drink of champagne woman
How I love you Lady Thelma!
The way you're hips move through the air is obscene
Your lips spew diseased depravity yet prophets worship there
the way you fight just makes my night and the way you scream just makes me keen
How I love you Lady Thelma!
A thousand boys and a thousand girls legs spread apart in deviance
Could not distract me from a single glance of the
Curve of your back
Of your shoulder blades when tense
Of an ankle or a wrist
Clavicle or neck
I'll never have you Lady Thelma
You've been gone a long long time
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