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Album · 2025

Five Pounds of Sugar and a Suitcase

by Leopold Marsh

First jobs, borrowed coats, school corridors and the road out of town, remembered with affection.

Tracks

  1. 1. Five Pounds of Sugar and a SuitcaseThe day I left, my father was at the counter with his hands in the wheat. The bell above the door still rings in the chorus.cinematic pop, orchestral pop4:37
  2. 2. I Never Gave the Jacket BackForty winters ago my father lent me his coat, and I never gave it back. I think he knew.neoclassical, nostalgic ballad3:50
  3. 3. You Saw the Singer Before I DidShe sat in the back row and heard what I was mumbling before I did. Sweet, brisk, with a swing in the strings.cinematic pop, light swing4:15
  4. 4. Our Initials Are Still on the DeskInitials on a school desk, half-painted over. I turned it into an art song because it deserved a piano and nothing else.art song, chamber4:08
  5. 5. The First Pay Packet Sits on the TableThe first pay packet, an envelope with my name in ink. I set it beside the bread, as the song says, and it still feels like a fortune.cinematic pop, warm ballad4:16
  6. 6. The Stallholder's Boy Takes the ScalesA boy takes the scales while his father rests his hands. The most bouncing thing I have written for a market.cinematic pop, brass band3:56
  7. 7. To the Friend Who Said Come BackI stood up with a glass in a room of friendly faces and could not finish the toast. The song finishes it for me.neoclassical, warm ballad3:37
  8. 8. The Phone Still Warm from Your VoiceThe call ran twenty minutes and the phone stayed warm for an hour. A small bright lantern of a song.neoclassical, chamber ballad4:19
  9. 9. I Drove Him to the Clinic in the RainI drove him to the clinic in the rain, and neither of us said much. The wipers are the percussion.neoclassical, chamber ballad4:17

Liner notes

Late in a career you start to hear your early life as a score, and this record is me writing it out. A suitcase and five pounds of sugar, a jacket I never returned, a boy who sang in the back row. We used the oldest players I know, some of whom had been in the pit with me at twenty, and they played as if no time had passed. It is the most playful record I have made, and the most grateful.

Leopold Marsh