Zora Winslet Rises for Herself in "All Of Me" | Live Concert

Zora Winslet fans — this one's for you. Zola Ashwood takes the stage with "All Of Me" — a soul blues ballad about everything she poured into someone who only ever tasted the crust. Up at three with the dough while he slept, flour to the elbow, four winters of the same night — and not once did he ask about the hands. It starts hushed over bare piano and builds to a choir-lifted final chorus where the old complaint turns into a claim: nothing halved, nothing burnt, all of me is mine. If you love slow soul blues — one voice, one piano, an organ and a choir rising like warm bread — you're in the right place. Tell me in the comments: what have you given that nobody noticed? 🍞 Artist: Zola Ashwood Song: All Of Me Genre: Soul Blues / Heartbreak Ballad — for fans of Zora Winslet, classic southern soul and slow blues ballads Format: Live Concert performance video ▸ ABOUT THE AI This song and this performance video were created with generative AI — the vocals, the music, the lyrics and the visuals, including the audience and the stage. Zola Ashwood is a fictional artist and an independent AI music project. She is not a real person. No real performer's voice, name or likeness is used, cloned or imitated. This channel is not affiliated with, endorsed by, or connected to any other artist, label or channel. ▸ LYRICS I was up at three with the dough You were sleeping through the cold Flour on my arms to the elbow Yeast does what it's told Give it warmth and give it hours And it will lift for you I gave it both, I gave it nightly And I rose before you knew By dawn there was a loaf Warm, and mine, cut in two You ate the middle out Never asked me how A loaf is only time Pressed down and folded twice You never saw the folding Only saw it rise So you praised the crust You praised the smell You never praised the hands That did the work as well I gave you all A whole long night of dough Water, salt and flour A burning you will never know You ate the warm of me Left the outside alone You called it love, you called it fair So I let you have the slice Kept the heel for my own Called that good enough And every night I fed you You took a loaf to your friends You let them think you baked I stood and watched you carve it Like something you had made And I didn't say a word I went back and started more Another night of rising Another morning sore Four winters I did that Four winters just the same You never learned the recipe Only learned my name Yeast will quit on you If the warmth runs thin Nothing rises out of nothing Not for love, not for you I kept the oven going On whatever I had left Until there was no warmth in me And still no warmth in you I gave you all A whole long night of dough Water, salt and flour A burning you will never know You ate the warm of me Left the outside alone You called it love, you called it fair So I let you have the slice Kept the heel for my own Called that good enough And every night I fed you Here is what I got wrong The dough was never the gift My hands were And you never once held those You can take a loaf from me You can't take the heat Nobody eats the fire Nobody eats my hands And I'm done handing over I lit the oven early My stone was warm by four I made a small one Round as my own mouth Nobody asked for it Nobody had to I sat down and ate ALL OF ME KEEPS THE MORNING ALL OF ME KEEPS THE DOUGH ALL OF ME KEEPS THE QUIET HOUR AND THE WARM I GAVE AWAY I WON'T RISE FOR YOU AGAIN I RISE BECAUSE I CAN YOU CAN KEEP THE NAME YOU CALLED ME MY HANDS BELONG TO ME NOTHING BURNT, NOTHING GONE NOTHING HALVED IN TWO ALL OF ME IS MINE All of me Warm and whole and slow All of me And no one left to owe #soulblues #emotionalblues #livemusic