This time two years ago. Written and produced by me. I feel like I’m watching a baby here. A brave one who I admire so much for creating through one of the toughest times of her life. I can’t wait to show you my new music. Most of all, I hope you’re being seen and respected and inspired and loved by weird, courageous and open-hearted people who refuse to serve machines. I hope you’re being that kinda person for yourself. 💛
Why be more when you could be less?
I woke up and the temperature was dreamy I loved on every sad thought in my mind I got dressed up and felt so good to be me I stepped outside and greeted humankind
I woke up and the temperature was dreamy I loved on every sad thought in my mind I got dressed up and felt so good to be me I stepped outside and greeted humankind
I woke up and the temperature was dreamy I loved on every sad thought in my mind I got dressed up and felt so good to be me I stepped outside and greeted humankind
I woke up and the temperature was dreamy I loved on every sad thought in my mind I got dressed up and felt so good to be me I stepped outside and greeted humankind
I woke up and the temperature was dreamy I loved on every sad thought in my mind I got dressed up and felt so good to be me I stepped outside and greeted humankind
@jessieware’s new album — “That! Feels Good!” — is out now! I’m so happy to have collaborated on That! Feels Good! (which I also coproduced), Hello Love, Begin Again, Beautiful People, Shake The Bottle and These Lips alongside Jessie, @modelchild_____ and @janesellisford. What a special thing to spend time with people you adore and simply make what feels good — to let feeling override fear and mechanics and trust that it will take you somewhere beautiful. A space where pleasure is a right, respect is law and fantasies must come true. I hope this album takes you — or you take it — somewhere beautiful too. I don’t make love to music I make, but I’m counting on some of y’all to do it for me. 😉 Meanwhile, if you see me bopping down the street with something in my headphones, you know what it is. Jessie — you never cease to amaze me.
@jessieware’s new album — “That! Feels Good!” — is out now! I’m so happy to have collaborated on That! Feels Good! (which I also coproduced), Hello Love, Begin Again, Beautiful People, Shake The Bottle and These Lips alongside Jessie, @modelchild_____ and @janesellisford. What a special thing to spend time with people you adore and simply make what feels good — to let feeling override fear and mechanics and trust that it will take you somewhere beautiful. A space where pleasure is a right, respect is law and fantasies must come true. I hope this album takes you — or you take it — somewhere beautiful too. I don’t make love to music I make, but I’m counting on some of y’all to do it for me. 😉 Meanwhile, if you see me bopping down the street with something in my headphones, you know what it is. Jessie — you never cease to amaze me.
@jessieware’s new album — “That! Feels Good!” — is out now! I’m so happy to have collaborated on That! Feels Good! (which I also coproduced), Hello Love, Begin Again, Beautiful People, Shake The Bottle and These Lips alongside Jessie, @modelchild_____ and @janesellisford. What a special thing to spend time with people you adore and simply make what feels good — to let feeling override fear and mechanics and trust that it will take you somewhere beautiful. A space where pleasure is a right, respect is law and fantasies must come true. I hope this album takes you — or you take it — somewhere beautiful too. I don’t make love to music I make, but I’m counting on some of y’all to do it for me. 😉 Meanwhile, if you see me bopping down the street with something in my headphones, you know what it is. Jessie — you never cease to amaze me.
I like what eyes see.
I like what eyes see.
I like what eyes see.
I like what eyes see.
To my friends who hate compliments.
I remember the way he used to stumble through the front door. Mama always sent me to the bedroom. I heard the things I couldn’t see. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ Coming soon. <3
I cried a new kind of tears today, For neither joy nor sorrow. I know sad tears — They choke and cough And are not soft to swallow. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ And happy tears Are warm and clear In relief or in bliss. A lesson learned; A bridge unburned; The sunlight in soft mist. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ I know their ways, And yet, today, My tears were not like this. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ I cried a new kind of tears today — Not shallow and not deep. They were not hope, They were not shame, I was not strong Or weak. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ I wept, Neither for something more Nor some heartfelt goodbye. I did not feel Myself at war — I was not low or high. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ I know those tears, And yet, today, Those weren’t the tears I cried. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ I cried a new kind of tears today. I made a brand new sound. A baby missing mother And a god laughing out loud. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ I held me on the carpet — (em)braced to feel — I did not run. I asked my tears To name themselves — To tell me why they’d come. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ And then the words, “Wow, I feel everything,” Cut through my tongue. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ Wow, I feel everything! The joy, The pain, The all, The none. Wow, I feel everything! The mad, The sane, The rain, The sun. Wow, I feel everything! The heart, The mind, The freak, The soul. Wow, I feel everything! The ugly And the beautiful. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ I cried a new kind of tears today: The tears of being whole.
I cried a new kind of tears today, For neither joy nor sorrow. I know sad tears — They choke and cough And are not soft to swallow. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ And happy tears Are warm and clear In relief or in bliss. A lesson learned; A bridge unburned; The sunlight in soft mist. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ I know their ways, And yet, today, My tears were not like this. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ I cried a new kind of tears today — Not shallow and not deep. They were not hope, They were not shame, I was not strong Or weak. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ I wept, Neither for something more Nor some heartfelt goodbye. I did not feel Myself at war — I was not low or high. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ I know those tears, And yet, today, Those weren’t the tears I cried. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ I cried a new kind of tears today. I made a brand new sound. A baby missing mother And a god laughing out loud. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ I held me on the carpet — (em)braced to feel — I did not run. I asked my tears To name themselves — To tell me why they’d come. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ And then the words, “Wow, I feel everything,” Cut through my tongue. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ Wow, I feel everything! The joy, The pain, The all, The none. Wow, I feel everything! The mad, The sane, The rain, The sun. Wow, I feel everything! The heart, The mind, The freak, The soul. Wow, I feel everything! The ugly And the beautiful. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ I cried a new kind of tears today: The tears of being whole.
I cried a new kind of tears today, For neither joy nor sorrow. I know sad tears — They choke and cough And are not soft to swallow. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ And happy tears Are warm and clear In relief or in bliss. A lesson learned; A bridge unburned; The sunlight in soft mist. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ I know their ways, And yet, today, My tears were not like this. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ I cried a new kind of tears today — Not shallow and not deep. They were not hope, They were not shame, I was not strong Or weak. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ I wept, Neither for something more Nor some heartfelt goodbye. I did not feel Myself at war — I was not low or high. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ I know those tears, And yet, today, Those weren’t the tears I cried. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ I cried a new kind of tears today. I made a brand new sound. A baby missing mother And a god laughing out loud. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ I held me on the carpet — (em)braced to feel — I did not run. I asked my tears To name themselves — To tell me why they’d come. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ And then the words, “Wow, I feel everything,” Cut through my tongue. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ Wow, I feel everything! The joy, The pain, The all, The none. Wow, I feel everything! The mad, The sane, The rain, The sun. Wow, I feel everything! The heart, The mind, The freak, The soul. Wow, I feel everything! The ugly And the beautiful. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ I cried a new kind of tears today: The tears of being whole.
I cried a new kind of tears today, For neither joy nor sorrow. I know sad tears — They choke and cough And are not soft to swallow. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ And happy tears Are warm and clear In relief or in bliss. A lesson learned; A bridge unburned; The sunlight in soft mist. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ I know their ways, And yet, today, My tears were not like this. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ I cried a new kind of tears today — Not shallow and not deep. They were not hope, They were not shame, I was not strong Or weak. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ I wept, Neither for something more Nor some heartfelt goodbye. I did not feel Myself at war — I was not low or high. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ I know those tears, And yet, today, Those weren’t the tears I cried. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ I cried a new kind of tears today. I made a brand new sound. A baby missing mother And a god laughing out loud. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ I held me on the carpet — (em)braced to feel — I did not run. I asked my tears To name themselves — To tell me why they’d come. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ And then the words, “Wow, I feel everything,” Cut through my tongue. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ Wow, I feel everything! The joy, The pain, The all, The none. Wow, I feel everything! The mad, The sane, The rain, The sun. Wow, I feel everything! The heart, The mind, The freak, The soul. Wow, I feel everything! The ugly And the beautiful. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ I cried a new kind of tears today: The tears of being whole.
I cried a new kind of tears today, For neither joy nor sorrow. I know sad tears — They choke and cough And are not soft to swallow. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ And happy tears Are warm and clear In relief or in bliss. A lesson learned; A bridge unburned; The sunlight in soft mist. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ I know their ways, And yet, today, My tears were not like this. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ I cried a new kind of tears today — Not shallow and not deep. They were not hope, They were not shame, I was not strong Or weak. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ I wept, Neither for something more Nor some heartfelt goodbye. I did not feel Myself at war — I was not low or high. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ I know those tears, And yet, today, Those weren’t the tears I cried. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ I cried a new kind of tears today. I made a brand new sound. A baby missing mother And a god laughing out loud. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ I held me on the carpet — (em)braced to feel — I did not run. I asked my tears To name themselves — To tell me why they’d come. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ And then the words, “Wow, I feel everything,” Cut through my tongue. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ Wow, I feel everything! The joy, The pain, The all, The none. Wow, I feel everything! The mad, The sane, The rain, The sun. Wow, I feel everything! The heart, The mind, The freak, The soul. Wow, I feel everything! The ugly And the beautiful. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ I cried a new kind of tears today: The tears of being whole.
I cried a new kind of tears today, For neither joy nor sorrow. I know sad tears — They choke and cough And are not soft to swallow. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ And happy tears Are warm and clear In relief or in bliss. A lesson learned; A bridge unburned; The sunlight in soft mist. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ I know their ways, And yet, today, My tears were not like this. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ I cried a new kind of tears today — Not shallow and not deep. They were not hope, They were not shame, I was not strong Or weak. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ I wept, Neither for something more Nor some heartfelt goodbye. I did not feel Myself at war — I was not low or high. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ I know those tears, And yet, today, Those weren’t the tears I cried. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ I cried a new kind of tears today. I made a brand new sound. A baby missing mother And a god laughing out loud. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ I held me on the carpet — (em)braced to feel — I did not run. I asked my tears To name themselves — To tell me why they’d come. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ And then the words, “Wow, I feel everything,” Cut through my tongue. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ Wow, I feel everything! The joy, The pain, The all, The none. Wow, I feel everything! The mad, The sane, The rain, The sun. Wow, I feel everything! The heart, The mind, The freak, The soul. Wow, I feel everything! The ugly And the beautiful. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ I cried a new kind of tears today: The tears of being whole.
How do you ____ to your ♾?
Yessss, @JessieWare! How dreamy it’s been to be on this years-long journey with you. Such an exercise in freedom and depth, freak and quirk, courage and vulnerability and all of the things I love music, and life, for. I get so much joy just watching you be you, and then more you, and then even more you. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ Grateful to have songwritten, produced, vocal produced, engineered and background sang on That! Feels Good! by @JessieWare, now one of 12 albums shortlisted for @MercuryPrize’s Album of the Year. Love to co-creators Jessie, @modelchild, @jamesellisford and all of the other people in front of and behind-the-scenes on this and every album acknowledged. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ There are purple flowers blooming outside of my bedroom window — they make every morning special — but waking up to this news is a lovely burst of unexpected blue/gray mist (because I prefer cloudy to sunny days).
