m a r a c a

from Maraca by Becky Becky

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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 ... more

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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.

Art: Brigitte Rose ... more

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£15 GBP or more

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lyrics

His face fascinates me, mischievous yet kind, but with a softness I hadn't expected to find. His soft eyes are soft lashed, his soft fingers softly holding mass. Soft body, soft eyes, soft hands - but the tongue, as rough as sand, a pebble pushed into my mouth, a peppermint from a million miles south.
Single letters spelling out a single word, a message from the other side of the world:
m
a
r
a
c
a
maraca
This is enough to take me away. That she could know is insane. As insane as chirruping cicadas, as insane as hissing maracas.
Maracas humming like a rash. Is this espionage or witchcraft? How could she possibly know?
A message from the other side of the world. Single letters spelling out a single world.
Maracas wound up too tight and crackling. Bone and droppings inside a taut skin.

All is still now. He says, I know this number. It is my wife.
He has a wife.