Rhys Lovell: Double Bass
Damian McLean: Trumpet
Cicely Taylor: Vocals, xylophone, glockenspiel, snare
Written, arranged & produced by: Cicely Taylor

Lyrics:

An eon to build a civilisation
Gone in a trace
So easily fall to barbarisation
Be the rat to the race

No matter how low I go
Wanna keep this state of grace
A State of Grace

Ocean of humanity
Toxic with greed
Nations of wealth from the sweat of the captive
Dead to their need

Breathe, look around I see a 
Friend in that stranger’s face
Take time to realise there’s 
No rush, it’s not a race
Release the conviction
We must push, we must make haste
Be still my beating heart 
And go slow that fevered pace

Why all the pushing and pulling?
Like I don’t have a face
Numbing the pain of the bully
Lost your natural grace

No matter how low I go
Wanna keep this state of grace
A State of Grace

The rise and the fall, the myth and the legend
Of the power of One
Rule over others 
This can be undone

Breathe, look around I see a 
Friend in that stranger’s face
Take time to realise there’s 
No rush, it’s not a race
Release the conviction
We must push, we must make haste
Be still my beating heart 
And go slow that fevered pace


State of Grace

Written & produced by: Cicely Taylor

Rhys Lovell: double bass
Damian McLean: trumpet
Claire Wooton: flute
Cicely Taylor: vocals, percussion

Lyrics:

Not looking for a link but
I see there’s a connection,
What do I gotta give
Or hold back for my protection?
   
I hate this second-guessing,
The rules, the game, the chase,
Why can’t we just be honest,
Direct and face to face?
 
I keep you on a drip
Drip feed you, drip
You keep me on a drip
Drip feed me, drip

Weave in and out each other,
The push, the pull, the play,
Hyper-wary of the fact
There’s so much not to say…
 
You run I want to follow,
You stop I step away,
We really have no power, 
Greater forces are at play
 
I keep you on a drip
Drip feed you, drip
You keep me on a drip
Drip feed me, drip

No matter how I struggle,
This magnet I obey
Give in, accept reality,
Fate will have her way
 
I’m feeling kind of weak now,
Too much thinking bout this kiss,
Momentary lapse of reason
Shit, I’ve given into bliss

I keep you on a drip
Drip feed you, drip
You keep me on a drip
Drip feed me, drip


_Mafiosa

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