First vocal recording. :)) Please be gentle, I’ve been writing for ~6 months and singing for less. Feel free to download, forward, or post; feedback welcome.
I realize this sounds pretty classical here, but I’m working on electric guitar so I can perform this true to the original sound in my head, à la “Lilac Wine.”
The afternoon was sultry
Being weighed down by the heat
Wandering into a garden
I laid down, under a mango tree.
Searching in my sleep
Through frantic and strange dreams
Many, dense, and heavy as
The fruits of the mango tree.
The perfume of the fruit it was,
The perfume, it found me
I woke up gasping in the scent
The scent of the fruit of the tree.
Surrounded by the aroma
I left behind my fatigue
I felt the deep hunger ache
As the scent was bathing me.
For the yellow fruit that hung
My desire was awake
What the heavy boughs bent to offer
I wanted – I needed to take.
The hunger gnawing at my gut
Trembling, my hand reached up
And suddenly, the branch released
Suddenly the fruit was plucked.
In the palm of my hand,
The fruit still held the blush of heat
With the fruit held in my hand,
I couldn’t think, I could only eat.
I hold the fruit up to my mouth
I do not stop to peel the skin
I’m standing, bent with my desire
The skin resists - and then gives in.
There is nothing else
But teeth sinking in
There is nothing else
But tender, oozing flesh
Yellow juice trickling
Down my chin
Slowly rolling –
Sweet, vivid sweat…
I feel the breeze
Touch my neck -
Quiet breath –
Being weighed down by the silence
I ascended from the grove
I held the seed in my hand
Wound my way back home
Now I know what waits for me
The perfume lingers in my mind.
The more I search, the less I see;
I let myself feel the divine.
About the song: written between periods of deep sleep, I wrote a handful of lines at a time, trying to grasp “descending into alpha” - the state of flow, creative pocket, ecstasy, meditation, and a whole bunch of other awesome things that all intersect in your brain. (But, as a friend said to me upon first listening, “Ain’t nobody thinking about the ‘creative state’ the second you sing ‘sultry.’”)
Lyrics, music, vocals, and piano: Adrianna Mateo
Sound engineering, mixing, putting up with my neurosis: George Dikun
Adrianna Mateo © 2014