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

We’re going on TOUR!!! Get your tickets at https://pomplamoose.com 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). Save this song on Spotify: https://spoti.fi/2r3Yqkh Follow us on instagram:   / pomplamoosemusic   Become a patron of our music (to vote on the songs we cover and get merch and stuff like that):   / pomplamoose   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