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Bukit Tomas Bound 2 by Midge

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Bukit Tomas Bound 2

Folk,female vocals

0:003:13
Lyrics
Description
(Intro - Spoken Word, overlapping voices)
"Three wild souls, Bukit Tomas bungalows, where the dust meets dreams..."
(Verse 1)
Dawn breaks over Singapore's racecourse, whispers stir the air,
Gaye’s eyes sharp, like the morning light slicing through the glare.
Carol’s boots tap rhythm, heart synced with pounding hooves,
Catherine’s smile breaks the dawn, chasing daring moves.
(Pre-Chorus - fragmented phrasing)
Trailblazers, scars beneath the skin,
Pioneers who ride through thick and thin—
Falling hard, rising fiercer still,
Injuries like shadows, but iron wills.
(Chorus)
Bukit Tomas bound, where wild hearts collide,
Three crazy riders, breaking every tide.
Black Russians burn, laughter in the rain,
Pioneers of the saddle, friends through every pain.
(Verse 2)
Gaye, foreman fierce, taming Tricky Mick’s wild stride,
Carol carving tracks, fearless with every ride.
Catherine’s race-day fire, a thunder in her veins,
Under bungalow roofs, their sisterhood remains.
(Bridge - shifting mood, minor key)
One night, the silence shattered—injury's cruel grip,
Whispers of doubt, shadows that slip.
But through the darkest hours, their bond held tight,
Chech’s steady hand, guiding through the night.
(Chorus)
Bukit Tomas bound, where wild hearts collide,
Three crazy riders, breaking every tide.
Black Russians burn, laughter in the rain,
Pioneers of the saddle, friends through every pain.
(Interlude - soft, reflective)
Twenty-five years, the dust still swirls,
In Wangaratta, Benalla, memories unfurl.
Nimbin’s green, Merton’s breeze,
Gold Coast’s sun, their spirits free.
(Outro - crescendo)
Forever riding, forever bound,
Through fall and flight, in friendship found.
Gaye, Carol, Catherine—names carved in time,
Bukit Tomas girls, racing life’s wild rhyme.