Turning the Basin - Rosamund Caldbeck (Official Audio)

midday heat, an old basin tipped over dry bricks, and yesterday's rain finally gone Warm tropical-house with plucked synths, soft mallets and a rolling bass at 114 bpm, for the moment a lingering annoyance finally slides off your shoulders. Listen to the full catalog:    / @rosamundcaldbeckmusic   tip it out with me... you have been carrying one small annoyance since yesterday and today you want to set it down in the sun. you are standing by a garden wall at midday, tilting an old clay basin over the dry bricks. nobody has to carry all that standing weight. the cool water spills right across your feet and everything feels lighter. you are watering the garden or tidying the yard and want an easy groove at 114 bpm to keep you moving. two of you tip the heavy earthenware together and leave it there, no need to talk about it. this is for anyone who wants a warm, soft-edged tropical-house song with no big drops. if you also play chilled melodic pop and laid-back house, this sits right beside them. a warm husky voice close to the mic, plucked synths and soft mallets over a round kick. do you ever feel the day open up the second you stop holding on to yesterday's rain? we watch the silver runoff washing out the past. the garden bricks are drinking up the spill and you finally breathe out. an empty vessel sits in the sun and the heavy water is gone. Lyrics Turning the basin now upon the garden wall The sky is wide and open, nothing's left to fall You take the heavy rim and tilt it to the side There's nowhere left for yesterday to try and hide The heavy rain from midnight left a pooling gray We watch the shadow lift and let the morning stay A simple circle made of terracotta clay We pour the standing water where the dry bricks lay The sudden slip of water running down your hand Just sinking dark and heavy in the thirsty land We leave the residue behind us in the sun And count the quiet hours since the day begun Turning the basin over in the midday heat The cool water spilling right across your feet A sun-warmed circle where the heavy drops are cast We watch the silver runoff washing out the past Oh, turning the basin now The garden bricks are drinking up the sudden spill The quiet valley resting underneath the hill You set the empty vessel down upon the stone We leave the heavy trouble sitting there alone The sudden slip of water running down your hand Just sinking dark and heavy in the thirsty land We leave the residue behind us in the sun And count the quiet hours since the day begun Turning the basin over in the midday heat The cool water spilling right across your feet A sun-warmed circle where the heavy drops are cast We watch the silver runoff washing out the past Oh, turning the basin now Nobody has to carry all that standing weight We cleared the surface right before it got too late The midday light is cutting through the garden air We tip the heavy earthenware and leave it there Turning the basin over in the midday heat The cool water spilling right across your feet A sun-warmed circle where the heavy drops are cast We watch the silver runoff washing out the past Oh, turning the basin now Just an empty vessel sitting in the sun The heavy water gone Rosamund Caldbeck is a virtual artist. This song and visual were created with AI. #tropicalhouse #middayheat #gardenafternoon