Soul Love // David Bowie // POMPLAMOOSE ft. Jacaranda

DAVID BOWIEEEEEE????!?!?! Yes. It’s finally happening. And with one of my all-time-favorite singers on lead vocals: Eliana Athayde of Jacaranda (you’ll recognize her if you like the French records).

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A cover of David Bowie's "Soul Love" by Pomplamoose & Jacaranda.

MUSICIAN CREDITS
Lead Vocals & Bass: Eliana Athayde
Clarinet: Maxime Stinnett
Keys: Jack Conte
Guitar: John Schroeder
Guitar: Dillon Casey
Drums: Kevin Yokota
Additional Percussion: Ben Rose
Trombone: Vikram Devasthali

AUDIO CREDITS
Engineer: Tim Sonnefeld
Assistant Engineer: Tyler Karmen
Mixing/Mastering: Caleb Parker

VIDEO CREDITS
Director: Dom Fera
DP: Merlin Showalter
Gaffer: Arjay Ancheta
Production Designer: Katie Theel
Video Editor: Cleveen Dominguez
Colorist: Dominic Mercurio

Recorded a 64 Sound Studio in Los Angeles.

#Pomplamoose #DavidBowie #Jacaranda

LYRICS
Stone love, she kneels before the grave
A brave son, who gave his life
To save the slogans
That hovers between the headstone and her eyes
For they penetrate her grieving

New love, a boy and girl are talking
New words, that only they can share in
New words, a love so strong it tears their hearts
To sleep through the fleeting hours of morning

Love is careless in its choosing
Sweeping over cross and baby
Love descends on those defenseless
Idiot love will spark the fusion
Inspirations have I none
Just to touch the flaming dove
All I have is my love of love
And love is not loving

Soul love, the priest that tastes the word and
Told of love, and how my God on high is
All love, though reaching up my loneliness evolves
By the blindness that surrounds him

Love is careless in its choosing
Sweeping over cross and baby
Love descends on those defenseless
Idiot love will spark the fusion
Inspirations have I none
Just to touch the flaming dove
All I have is my love of love
And love is not loving