Il faut travailler
There's always work to do
Ilfaut travailler
Until the day is through
If I had my way i'd live a life of ease
It's time to come down from the trees
Il faut travailler
One day my father spoke to me, he said ' Son here's the truth
You'll never be a rich man or have eternal youth
The fruit of all your labour won't be a life of ease
It's better to do like the monkeys do
And hang out in the trees'.
Did you ever here Aristotle or sophocles exclaim
The key to human suffering is our pursuit of gain
I love my Grecian island, so tranquil in the sun
With nothing to do but think all day
And sit here on my bum
This world is all temptation, we're none of us immune
The priest says bless the poor man
But I think I've heard that tune
You may have a friend in Jesus, it might be God you fear
But when your in your socks and the landlord knocks
You'd better get your arse in gear
In this reckless race of humans we all must come and go
No-one gets out of here alive, that's the only thing we know
So we'd like a little comfort to make our passage sweet
Before we're buried in a box, a little taste of easy street
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