michael... where are you now?
michael... where are you now?
somehow in my excitement
the last time you called
it slipped again to ask your hidden whereabouts
got a lead from your old triple ex-girlfriend, she said:
"heard he lost his mind again."
i said i didn't know that you ever did
michael... where are you now?
michael... where are you now?
sleeping through the mornings
in the flannel, impaired
getting high in the southern air
oh shoeless sandy evenings down the unfamiliar
last whiff of saltwater freedom
skipping shells in the dead zone
with a ghost
on your side
of the state's borderline
whispering
do you remember our first subway ride?
our first heavy metal haircuts?
our last swim on the east coast?
and me with my ridiculous-looking pierced nose?
i remember your warm smile in the sun
the daydreaming boy without a shirt on
the birmingham barfly father
left a mother of three sons
you're the oldest juvenile delinquent bum
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