Palm Wine Eyes
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Create Afrofusion/alté English male vocal lyrics with light pidgin inflections, following a narrative of a young Lagos creative wandering a London pop-up market at golden hour, unexpectedly connecting with a fellow diaspora artist over shared love of vintage highlife records and jollof rice served from a street stall. Music parameters: 118 BPM, G major, core instrumentation: interlocking doundoun and electronic 808 patterns, slapping funky bass, fingerpicked highlife ukulele, warped psychedelic synth pads, soft kalimba licks, and shekere percussion. Emotion: giddy, warm, playful wanderlust, balancing laid-back swagger and tender, awestruck charm, with verses delivered in charismatic half-rap flow and choruses leaning into warm falsetto.
Lyrics
[Intro] [Hook] Golden hour in the cold Looking for a story untold Spotted you by the record stand Vinyl spinning in your hand [Verse] Left Lasgidi for this breeze Cold dey catch me for my knees Shoreditch market looking sweet Smell of spices on the street You wear vintage threads Warped-out music in our heads [Pre-Chorus] Jollof rice inside a bowl Warmth is healing up my soul You look up and start to smile We should sit and talk awhile [Chorus] Highlife songs begin to play Wash the London rain away Take my hand, let's step in time Make this rhythm feel sublime [Post-Chorus] No dey rush, oh Make we crush, oh Sweet like hush, oh Gold and plush, oh [Verse] Fela Kuti on the sleeve This one hard, you must believe You know all the classic tunes Underneath these London moons Tell me where you get this style Make we stay and talk a while [Pre-Chorus] Hot dodo upon the plate We no need to calculate Laughter rising in the air Wind is blowing through your hair [Chorus] Highlife songs begin to play Wash the London rain away Take my hand, let's step in time Make this rhythm feel sublime [Post-Chorus] No dey rush, oh Make we crush, oh Sweet like hush, oh Gold and plush, oh [Bridge] Ukulele starts to ring Hear the sweet kalimba sing Lagos boy has found his zone No more walking all alone [Chorus] Highlife songs begin to play Wash the London rain away Take my hand, let's step in time Make this rhythm feel sublime [Outro]
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