Track 8 of the album Low Tide Frequencies · 2016
Grandmother's Spoon, Sunday Pot
by Vanta Lux
“My grandmother's spoon and a Sunday pot with steam on the window. It's the warmest track I have.”
house · warm house · soulful house · 4:01
Lyrics
Wooden spoon, a chipped blue bowl Steam on the window, the kitchen is warm Grandma hums and she stirs it slow No paper, no measure, she just knows A little more salt A little more time Stir it slow, stir it slow Sunday pot on the stove Taste of home, taste of home Grandma's hands, I'm not alone Onions soft and golden brown Bay leaf floating, the whole house knows She says the secret is patience, love Then she laughs and she won't say more A little more salt A little more time Stir it slow, stir it slow Sunday pot on the stove Taste of home, taste of home Grandma's hands, I'm not alone Now I cook it in my own small place Same blue bowl, same spoon Steam on the window, I hear her voice Taste it, taste it, it's ready soon Stir it slow, stir it slow Sunday pot on the stove Taste of home, taste of home Grandma's hands, I'm not alone Stir it slow Taste of home