Becky Becky’s long awaited 2nd album Maraca will be released by Woodland Recordings over the summer holidays.
It’s available as a series of 5 postcards with download codes & a SPECIAL EDITION book / CD:
Order the SPECIAL EDITION album and receive:
25th June - Hey, Santiago! - single (postcard + download)
9th July - The Mountain - EP (postcard + download)
6th August - The Dance - EP (postcard + download)
3rd September- Symmetry - EP (postcard + download)
Late September - Maraca - album (SPECIAL EDITION book / CD + postcard + download)
Postcard art: Brigitte Rose
Lino cuts: Lunar Fields Design
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Becky Becky’s long awaited 2nd album Maraca will be released on Woodland Recordings over the summer holidays.
It’s available as a series of 5 postcards with download codes:
Subscribe to the postcards and receive:
25th June - Hey, Santiago! - single
9th July - The Mountain - EP
6th August - The Dance - EP
3rd September - Symmetry - EP
Late September - Maraca - album
A Special Edition Book / CD of Maraca is also available to pre-order from our website.
I am here. I have come. So go creep about the roots of pomegranate trees on mountains. Feed me up into their fruits.
You are more beautiful than anything I could have imagined and you are everything I've tried to imagine. Here I stand: you before me as if it were nothing, as if there'd been no need for my suffering.
My heart full with the growing, my arms sore from the rowing, two heads soft with the knowing that we are in love.
And it's as if every pomegranate, walnut, lemon or fresh egg had only ever been a facsimile clue, a series of arrows, pointing away from the world that I lived in mute, tongue-tied and confused. And I can see my house, low and yellow, the garden crackling with life. Here I stand as if it were nothing, as if I'd always been your wife.
My face hot with the glowing, my arms sore from the rowing, my heart full with the knowing that I belong here at the bottom of the well, feeding upwards into the fruit, coursing under the mountain, seeking deep into the roots of the grove.