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Seed Bud Bloom
03:15
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I see cycles
of seed bud bloom,
shrivel shrinking
back into
life, sinking
up to meet
epicentres of heat.
I am the moth,
rising on the treadmill,
no button off,
I must drink my fill.
I made my vow,
to live by the flame,
and beside him
i must die the same.
To the light bulb,
and his nectar sweet,
my dristi
in this moshpit.
Don't hold me back,
I can't even hold myself.
He had it good,
oh he had it real bad,
the desire
with no plan.
We gave him gold,
in clothes old,
but he wasn't sold,
couldn't be told, no
To the lightbulb,
and his nectar sweet,
my dristi
in this moshpit.
Don't hold me back,
I can't even hold myself.
I see cycles
of seed bud bloom,
shrivel shrinking
back into
life, sinking
up to meet
epicentres of heat.
The lightbulb,
the lightbulb,
I will see you
at the lightbulb.
Hear his waxy wing
sizzle sing, and if
I could do it all again,
I wouldn't change a thing.
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2. |
Sweet Tooth
04:28
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You've seen me around I know it's true,
I've been patiently waiting here for you,
Come now to me, don't be shy,
Just a little piece of my pecan pie.
You want me but you know you cannot touch,
you'll start with one bite then eat too much,
Once on the tongue is worth two upon the hips,
Oh but how you love to lick the sweetness from your lips.
No, no, oh! It's caramel,
No, no, no, no! Bananas and cream as well,
Enveloped in, a crushed biscuit base,
Making your heart skip and race.
You've been working too hard, now it's my turn,
To show how my creme brulle it burns,
Fantasize, holding me close,
Eat me in one go, oh no body has to know,
No, Oh! the push of the spoon,
No no no no, the devil is oozing through.
There's no escaping, the temptation,
Will leave your top button undone.
Not just any Turkish delight,
I will make everything feel alight,
Not just any, sweet taboo,
I'm here on a plate with my heart set on you,
Not just any profiterole,
I'm the one you didn't share the one that you stole,
Not just any steamed desert,
The proof is in the pudding, won't you show me where it hurts.
So what is it going to be,
You gunna pretend you don't want me,
Yeah whatever, I'll make you cry,
Craving for my cake in the middle of the night,
Yeah whatever, you'll be my slave.
Craving for my crumbs in the middle of the day,
Yeah whatever, you can run,
But you can't get enough of my hot crossed buns,
Yeah, yeah, try your best,
But you can't get enough of my lemon zest.
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3. |
Kismet
04:36
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Change upon the breeze,
telling me that it is time
to read the signs,
and follow my nose again.
One too many swallowed dreams,
knocking at the door again
and it is time,
to answer them,
answer them.
Big breath in,
and dive into the dish of imaginings.
Arms open like paper planes
into the unknown.
Will we sink or swim,
or learn to give in to the tide?
Welcome forth the untold,
and take it in our stride.
All the promise of possible,
wrapped up in a ribbon bow,
is dangling
at the end of a piece of string.
All the gifts of 5 senses,
sitting on a fence between
a field of earth,
and a field of green.
Lick your lips and take a bite
of all that is waiting.
Play your cards right and you just might
take flight.
Will we sink or swim,
or learn to give into the tide?
Welcome forth the untold,
and take it in our stride.
Kismet on a fragile breeze, who can tell what she may bring.
Kismet on a fragile breeze, who can tell what she may bring.
credits
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See original track, 'Kismet'.
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ISOLDÉ Bristol, UK
ISOLDÉ (Isolde Freeth-Hale) is a singer-songwriter / producer, based in Bristol, UK. She produces songs that fuse neo-soul,
electronica & experimental pop, with an emphasis on working with voice and found sounds.
In 2015, she released her debut EP, Seed Bud Bloom. 2021 sees the release of her 2nd EP, Elements, & a meditation music album, Isness, that was written during lockdown '20.
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