Throw me in the lake, we’ll see how long it takes this heart of mine to drag me down. If sinking ships may rise then why can’t I, why must I drown?

I am like the tree, my roots are in the ground, I reached in too far, lost what I found. Thought I could be free, from this earth to which I am bound. Threw away my leaves, spat them to the ground. I ran from my home, I ran on my own, I ran but I could not run from my own flesh and bone

Throw me out to sea, the waves will swallow me, this heart at last will be free. If you just take my hand, we’ll swim to land, we’ll bury our hearts in the sand, 

If I fall to the ground when no-one’s around will my bones break without a sound?


I am like the tree

This demo was recorded and mixed by Ankur Gagan Deep, main vocals, guitar and lyrics by Jade Cuttle, Felix Jackson on lead guitar, Patrick Flynn on violin, Charlotte Cater on piano and Rebekah Miron-Clayton on backing vocals.

Rrose Sélavy is a BBC Introducing poetic-folk musician at University of Cambridge, you can let your imagination nibble at further artistic endeavours here:

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Mme De La Pointe Courte

I Am Like The Tree

Flowers edge up through the cracks
to bruise a sky beyond their grasp.
Have you felt the weight of a forest 
on your back? 

This song is a creative translation of a poem she was commissioned to write for BBC Proms 2015, and can be found published in the BBC Proms Official Guide 2015. Rrose Selavy, otherwise known as Jade Cuttle, is a student at University of Cambridge, with BBC Introducing support for her debut EP 'I Am Like The Tree'. 

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I Am Not A Flower

David and Mark Leighton on cello and lead guitar, with guitar, lyrics and vocals by Jade Cuttle.

Lyrics:

I thread my way through the waves for you, heave my heavy heart upon the shore, oh, lonesome little boat, no more does she float, gave her life to save the men who jumped overboard, I've slept on this sand, a hundred years, waiting for you, I could wait for you a hundred more, so, here I lie, the water creaks in my side, spears and spires of stone of this jagged beach break my bones, this is how you left me on my own, as sharp as knives, they dig at the sky, the sky flakes away, falls into the sea, no more light left for me, you don't hold me any more, I hold back the sea from swallowing the shore, but the sea has swallowed the shore.

This song was written from the perspective of a lonesome little boat sleeping on the shores of Harris, Outer Hebrides visited during my debut music tour in a milk-float: https://instagram.com/p/5IpX01LEpG/?taken-by=jadecuttle

Rrose Sélavy is a BBC Introducing poetic-folk musician at University of Cambridge, you can let your imagination nibble at further artistic endeavours here:

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www.instagram.com/jadecuttle
www.rroseselavy.co.uk
Twitter: @JadeCuttle

Oh, Lonesome Little Boat

David Leighton and Mark Leighton on cello and lead guitar, with guitar, lyrics and vocals by Jade Cuttle.

Lyrics:

I am the ice in the crack in the mountainside, I am trapped now that the sky won't take me back. oh the sky won't take me back, oh the sky won't take me back, I claw my way out away from the stone, but my white fickle flesh is freckled to the bone, why can't I be as free as the sea, I am heavy as the stones that have crept inside of me, I am heavy, I am weak, do not come too close to me.

Rrose Sélavy is a BBC Introducing poetic-folk musician at University of Cambridge, you can let your imagination nibble at further artistic endeavours here:

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www.instagram.com/jadecuttle
www.rroseselavy.co.uk
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The Ice in The Crack

Branches stripped back to bare bone,
this tree's never felt so alone as now.
Even though it's lost its leaves
it's haunted by the memory of warmth
Who let who go? Who?

Holding onto hands too tight
the trace of touches left behind
is where it all goes wrong.
But if I dwell upon the cracks
inside my bones then I'll collapse
and I don't want that, again.

But his heart is holy, his skin sacred to touch.
He holds me so tightly, I like him very much.
Maybe I'm not made of leaves and holding hands is what I need to grow.

(A lover never leaves our side,
their shadow haunts our memory and mind.)

The ache of time, this anchor in my mind
it holds my heart in place.

The ghost of your grasp,
it's warmth will last until the day I turn cold.

Leaves & Lovers (never lost)

The River

Poet/Contemporary Folk Singer Songwriter, University of Cambridge. Upcoming EP 'I am like the tree'. BBC Introducing.

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