Embrace
Take B weaves delicate acoustic guitars, lush vocal reverb, and layered harmonies into an intimate global health lullaby.
The stories behind Embrace
- Acoustic Warmth and Gentle Harmonies in Embrace — Take B weaves delicate acoustic guitars, lush vocal reverb, and layered harmonies into an intimate global health lullaby.
- Warming Tiny Blossoms Without Wires or Wall Power — How an elegant phase-change infant warmer created by bioengineers brought hypothermia protection to remote mountain villages.
Lyrics
No electricity in the mountain village
Just boiling water and love
High in the hills where the winter shadows fall
A baby born too early
So fragile and so small
The big city hospital is fifty miles away
No $20 ,000 incubators in the bay
Four young bioengineers took on the sacred fight
To keep the tiny blossoms warm through the mountain night
No clocks, no wires, no noisy metal fan
Just a miracle of science in the palm of her hand hand
Face change wax heated in a kettle pot
Holding 37 Celsius on the exact spot
Slips inside the sleeping bag
Safe and so serene
The gentlest invention that the world has ever seen
Wrap in the embrace,
warm like cocoon Underneath the glow of the
Himalayan moon The biomed dream
From a student workbench
Saving hundreds of thousands in the poverty trench
Tablas playing, bamboo fruits sigh
No little baby has to shiver or die
Embrace the future, embrace the light
Healing away the sorrow and strife
Mother holds her daughter close against her chest
Knowing that the sleeping pouch is giving her the best
300 ,000 babies walking now upon the earth
Because a team of engineers gave dignity to birth
Not all heroes wear armor
or carry heavy blades
Some weave gentle miracles
in little mountain glades
Wrap them in the embrace of a warmer cocoon
And underneath the glow of the
Himalayan moon The biomed dream from a student
workbench Saving hundreds of thousands in the poverty
trench Tabas play,
bamboo fruits sigh No little baby has to
shiver or die Embrace the future,
embrace the life Healing away the
sorrow and strife
37 degrees,
sleep in peace, little star
You're still a star
