Tea Time
The folk-rock shanty opens with acoustic guitar and floor toms marking the 6/8 pulse, bowed bass underpinning an earthy feel, Subtle accordion and cinematic strings weave in as verses sung by Pure posh Oxford English female vocals glide gracefully atop the intricate arrangement. Choruses swell in harmony, grounded yet mythic, with the final refrain delivering warm low-end, crisp acoustics, and dry vocals touched with echo
Tea Time
The folk-rock shanty opens with acoustic guitar and floor toms marking the 6/8 pulse, bowed bass underpinning an earthy feel, Subtle accordion and cinematic strings weave in as verses sung by Pure posh Oxford English female vocals glide gracefully atop the intricate arrangement. Choruses swell in harmony, grounded yet mythic, with the final refrain delivering warm low-end, crisp acoustics, and dry vocals touched with echo
Lyrics
A kettle sings
A porcelain gleam
A wisp of steam
A gentle dream
The clink of spoons
The clock strikes three
Oh what a joy
It’s time for tea
Tea time tea time
Biscuits align
Cucumber slices in perfect line
Tea time tea time
Oh what a spree
Pour me a cup
And pass the brie
A teapot stout with floral grace
The sugar bowl
A silken lace
Crumbs of scones
Jam’s ruby hue
Earl Grey whispers
"I’ve missed you too"
Milk first or last
The eternal fight
But we all agree
It must be right
Tea time tea time
Crumpets and cream
A dollop of whimsy
A Briton’s dream
Tea time tea time
Oh how divine
The world stands still at half past nine
Shall I compare thee to Darjeeling's bloom
Or the subtle waltz of Assam’s perfume
The Earl
The Duchess
They all take a seat
In the kingdom of tea
Life is complete