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Kindness - kindness.es
iTunes: http://bit.ly/otherness-itunes
Amazon: http://bit.ly/otherness-CD
Rough Trade: http://bit.ly/otherness-roughtrade

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Written by Adam Bainbridge, Kelela Mizanekristos
Published by The Funk Stops Here / Cherry Coffee Music/Sony/ATV

Lead vocals: Ade Omotayo, Kelela Mizanekristos
Backing vocals: Adam Bainbridge, Rebecca Freckleton, Valentina Pappalardo
Drum programming, keys: Adam Bainbridge
Drums: Kenneith 'Bam' Alexander
Percussion: Pauli 'The PSM' Stanley-Mackenzie, Adam Bainbridge
Sax: Finn Peters
Bass: Blue May

All vocals & instruments recorded at XXVII, London except drums, recorded Ontario, CA

Produced by Adam Bainbridge 

Mixed by Blue May at XXVII, London

Mastered by Howie Weinberg at Howie Weinberg Mastering
Assistant mastering by Gentry Studer at Howie Weinberg Mastering

℗ & © Female Energy Records 2014. 

Buy 'Otherness' here

World Restart feat. Kelela & Ade

so much to do

“Who are you?” 
Your wolf eyes drilled into me a question I could never answer.
Your wolf eyes carved into me your own desires.
Without every seeing me, you drowned me in pomegranate molasses,
And put a bow on me.
You wanted to play with me.
"Come to me!", you said.
"Come here, give me a kiss!"
You grab my hair.
I tell you no,
You grab my chin,
And I reluctantly let go...

I cut off the bow with a razor blade.
You cannot put it on me.
I am not your present to play with.
I am not your child.
You are not my parent.
I refuse to play a house of dolls.
Who are you?
All I know is that you hollowed out what I brought.
You hollowed it out and you marveled at my shell.
You want me to be empty.
You want to play with me,
Not just in the bedroom ,
Not as a spark of fire.
You want to burn me down constantly
So you can stomp on top of me
Every single second.
I really mistook your game for a passionate kind of love.
Instead, it was a bubblegum popped,
As if it never was there.
I struggle to remember, what was it made out of?
The poems, the languages, the references
You are adorned with the emblems of art complexity,
And your expressions, 
they fall by the roadside like a plastic cap.
Banal.
Empty shells again.
What does this mean?
What is in the writing?
You answer, “nothing”.
You sell ideas.
You buy ideas.
Where is the substance?
You did not want my substance.
You did not care.
You wanted a fairytale.
You told me fairy tales.
I took the potion but it did not last for long.

Bow for Wolf Eyes

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