Lucille will become a woman | CLARA WHITMORE | Slanted lines of jazz NEW ALBUM 2026 (Official audio)

✨ Welcome to the official channel of Clara Whitmore. We proudly present "Lucille will become a woman", an emotional journey that seamlessly blends the depth of poetry with the most elegant nuances of modern acoustic jazz. ✨ This track is an integral part of "Slanted lines of jazz", the highly anticipated second album (2026) by Clara Whitmore. A 12-track collection tailored for lovers of refined vocal jazz, smooth jazz, and contemporary female jazz. A deeply emotional jazz ballad, where delicate lyrics float over warm, intimate, and cozy soundscapes. An ideal soundtrack for the end of summer and crisp autumn afternoons, this piece evokes a nostalgic and relaxing atmosphere, perfect for chill jazz moments and late-night listening. Let yourself be carried away by the unique vibes crafted by Clara Whitmore. 🔹 Listen to the full album "Slanted lines of jazz" on all platforms: 🔹 Listen to the Album's Official Playlist on YouTube:    • Slanted Lines of Jazz - Full Album 2026 | ...   If you enjoyed the track, please leave a 👍, drop a comment, and subscribe to the channel to support Clara Whitmore's music. Turn on the notification bell 🔔 so you never miss upcoming videos. CREDITS Clara Whitmore - Vocals Julian Merrow - Piano Elio Varnier - Double Bass Sabine Moreau - Drums Henry De Vita - Acoustic Guitar Sebastian McCoy - Saxophone and Trumpet Ray Booker - Percussion LUCILLE WILL BECOME A WOMAN Sitting with legs crossed I watch the river's water flow by. The sun reflects my shadow on the grass. A gentle breeze takes the clouds for a walk above me. White patches in the blue sky cast a perfect shadow on the earth. I brush my hair away from my mouth and breathe the spring air. Lucille is playing not far from me. Elegantly dressed, she looks like a little rag doll. She moves without a care among the flowers and the birds. Flying above our heads, we can almost touch them. But they'll never let themselves be taken. Tomorrow it will be harder to be happy. Meanwhile, the world turns. Someone later will offer her a hand. Someone will want to hurt her. Lucille barefoot will have to learn to dance. A skillful and light dance to avoid being devoured by the world. Her dinner will be the words of those who today love her. A meal she'll only realize she has eaten tomorrow. So small and graceful she'll reckon with her fate. A horizon heavy with rain will melt her like butter on bread under the sun. She'll love only once and be loved. Perhaps she'll understand life only after losing it. Tender will be her flesh. Tender will be her night. She'll have a name to repeat in vain. It will be a deafening silence. Every man has only one chance to love. Every man has a chance that lasts just once. Wherever, I must take you there Lucille. (All rights reserved. ℗ & © 2026 Fabio Bencivenni)) E-Mail: clarawhitmorestaff@gmail.com