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.
You're asking me to dance, but I don't know how to answer. You're asking me to say no, to say that I'm no dancer. But we came here to dance. I flew here to dance with you. More than anything, anything, I want to dance with you.
You flirted with me. You wanted to show me your culture, your spirit, your music, the dance to dance with me. I'm wearing my sandals. I've dressed carefully. I've made myself elegant, wearing the beads that you gave me.
Echoing footsteps left over from the exotic dancers ending their show, a salsa is playing and I have been practising salsa at home, willing myself forward into the moment when you will take my hand and lead me from the table to the floor in front of the band. Adrenaline and fear will flood me and my cheeks will flush and in my neck keeping the beat, I will feel my pulse. You'll smile and step with the music and I'll follow you. And you'll be happy that I'm answering, happy I came to see you.
Dance! Dance! Dance! Bailame! Bailamos! Dance! Dance! Dance! Love! Love! Love!
But now you're mouthing words to songs I'll never know, bobbing your head side to side, raising an eyebrow. But I can see the weariness that you keep underneath. You don't have it in you to bother with me. You'll remember this evening as when we did something fun but then I just sat there, sad and silent and sullen. You in your smart jacket and me just sat in my seat, a half pineapple and melted ice cream that I just couldn't eat.