You took the good times and the bad times,
and you pushed em' all down into one,
and you took em' all
away with you when you left.
The good days, the bad days
And the tricks and the nicknames,
the words and taunts you'd say,
Just to wind me up.
The long nights and the bad advice,
and the bad plans, bad thoughts
that we all had when we thought
we were giving up.
Jacko, you don't know what you've done,
to my thoughts and to your meds.
Jacko, I want you to fix them,
but you're already halfway dead.
Jacko, please don't let me stop you,
I'm just sick of losing friends.
Jacko, I can't help you fix the problems
settled in your head.
We'd share cigarettes outside in a-
-bandoned buildings,
and we'd sit down on the concrete,
beside the bugs that crawled around.
Cardboard and the plastic sheets,
and the metal bin where we hid our treats
that helped us see tomorrow,
if we used them carefully.
Do you remember the talks we had?
Conversations about being sad,
and the holes we couldn't dig our way out of,
after falling in.
Jacko, you don't know what you've done,
to my thoughts and to your meds.
Jacko, I want you to fix them,
but you're already halfway dead.
Jacko, please don't let me stop you,
I'm just sick of losing friends.
Jacko, I can't help you fix the problems
settled in your head.
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