I got a dog named Maggie when I was about 10 years old. She ended up becoming my best friend. She provided comfort (and a lot of humping unfortunately) throughout half of my life pretty much. No matter how alone I felt, I could always come home and know that at least Maggie was there for me. In the hours before we had to put her down I slept on the kitchen floor with her that night because she was too hot to sleep on her bed. The tumors were getting very big and before I knew it I was holding her in my arms, only this time she was not alive. This song is for Maggie.
lyrics
My fingers have grown cold from the absence of your presence in my home.
My mind says I won't move on, because I'm still here and you're gone.
My head remains looking at the ground. There's no peace; there's no sound.
My heart caves at the thought of that night. A cold kitchen floor; an inevitable goodnight.
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