The Coiled Tap - Rosamund Caldbeck (Official Audio)

the last evening of the hose, coiled slow before the first frost 🍂 Warm tropical-house pop at 116 BPM with plucked synths, soft mallets and finger-snaps, made for the evening you close the outdoor tap for the year. Listen to the full catalog:    / @rosamundcaldbeckmusic   linger by the wall if... you are standing in the yard at dusk with a stiff rubber hose, and the air has just turned to chill. you are not ready to lock the summer away, and the copper tap is still in your hand. with the coiled tap held in your hand, the evening air is turning to chill. someone is watching your feet while you pull up the slack, and neither of you is ready to turn. dry leaves smell like dust while you wind up the garden hose and the light goes. this is for anyone who feels a small ache when the last warm evening of the year slips by. soft melodic pop and easy tropical house drift through the yard while you coil the hose and the light goes low. warm plucked synths, soft mallets and a round rolling bass keep the glow going while the frost comes in. do you remember the heavy water hitting the ground as you closed off the stream for the year? shadows stretch over the hill and the yard goes quiet, so you stay a little longer. a sudden quiet tear is held back over something as small as a garden tap. the words left unsaid drop slow like water from the spout, and you just let them. a warm, husky voice and finger-snaps keep you company while you lock up the yard. can you feel the season slipping away while every ember still burns? Lyrics With the coiled tap held in your hand Evening air is turning to chill Shadows stretching over the hill Holding onto warmth in the yard Standing by the wall in the dusk Smelling dry leaves turning to dust Pulling up the slack from the floor Wishing we could open the door You are watching down at my feet Waiting for the quiet repeat Copper metal turning around Heavy water hitting the ground Closing off the stream for the year Holding back a sudden quiet tear With the coiled tap held in your hand While the frost begins to expand We are locking down for the cold Letting go of stories unrolled With the coiled tap held in your hand While the frost begins to expand Rubber bending stiff in the breeze Stripping all the leaves from the trees You step over loops on the stone Leaving us to harvest alone Water dropping slow from the spout Swallowing the words left unsaid Copper metal turning around Heavy water hitting the ground Closing off the stream for the year Holding back a sudden quiet tear With the coiled tap held in your hand While the frost begins to expand We are locking down for the cold Letting go of stories unrolled With the coiled tap held in your hand While the frost begins to expand Neither of us ready to turn Watching every ember still burn Just a season slipping away Waiting for the frost on the gray With the coiled tap held in your hand While the frost begins to expand We are locking down for the cold Letting go of stories unrolled With the coiled tap held in your hand While the frost begins to expand Just the wind outside in the dark Leaving behind every gray mark Rosamund Caldbeck is a virtual artist. This song and visual were created with AI. #tropicalhouse #latesummer #autumnevening