Rose Tea

by B.jamelle

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"An imaginative effort on behalf of singer/songwriter B.jamelle (prod./arranged by Diggs Duke) to translate the bittersweet, healing attributes of “Rose Tea” into an aural experience as blissful as enjoying the last sip of a perfect cup."

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released 15 April 2013
music/ lyrics/ vocal arrangement written by B.jamelle
www.bjamelle.com

production/instrumental arrangement by Diggs Duke
www.diggsduke.bandcamp.com

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B.jamelle Washington, D.C.

A self described "writer first, singer third, and dreamer in between", DC based singer B.jamelle specializes in storytelling by way of song. By means of a warm and enveloping, sultry yet quirky vocal delivery, her debut EP entitled "Memoirs From the Thick of It" is sure to be recognized for it's fresh take on "soul" music. ... more

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Track Name: Rose Tea
I peek out my window to make sure the world is still there
Rub the dusk out my pupils, shake all the stars out my hair
Dust the night from my palms and watch the minutes fall everywhere
Check for life in the mirror, 'cause at times I'm sore unaware
I'm so unaware

chorus

I rush out into blue cold while the sun thumbs through clouds and just stares
Why scrutinize me with fool's gold?
Is there no warmth for me , anywhere?
Oh I can't wait to get home...floor walls and ceiling are ever fair
I'll bleed roses in tea bowls, until I'm gone and it's cool to care
I'll have plenty there
Track Name: Rose Tea (a Capella)
I peek out my window to make sure the world is still there
Rub the dusk out my pupils, shake all the stars out my hair
Dust the night from my palms and watch the minutes fall everywhere
Check for life in the mirror, 'cause at times I'm sore unaware
I'm so unaware

chorus

I rush out into blue cold while the sun thumbs through clouds and just stares
Why scrutinize me with fool's gold?
Is there no warmth for me , anywhere?
Oh I can't wait to get home...floor walls and ceiling are ever fair
I'll bleed roses in tea bowls, until I'm gone and it's cool to care
I'll have plenty there