Track 7 of the album Low Tide Loops · 2023
Hawker Centre, Shutters Coming Down
by Cassio Lune
“Shutters coming down one by one and a last pot still steaming. I wrote it after a trip and the loop smells like broth.”
lo-fi · wistful lo-fi · world-tinged beats · 3:53
Lyrics
Shutters coming down one by one The last pot is steaming in the lamp light Uncle wipes the table with a cloth Counting up the coins into the night Closing time, the shutters coming down Warm soup left for the last ones in town Sit a while, there's still a bowl for you Closing time, we're all just passing through Plastic stools are stacking by the wall A radio is humming something slow The auntie wraps a parcel for the road Says take it home, it's good, it's warm, go Closing time, the shutters coming down Warm soup left for the last ones in town Sit a while, there's still a bowl for you Closing time, we're all just passing through Steam on the ceiling fan Tired hands and a quiet plan Tomorrow we will light the fire again Tonight the street is slow Closing time, the shutters coming down Warm soup left for the last ones in town Sit a while, there's still a bowl for you Closing time, we're all just passing through Shutters down, the lamps go out Warm soup left for the last ones in town