Track 2 of the single Five-Thirty / Sunday Pot · 2025
Sunday Pot on the Stove
“This is my grandmother's kitchen in four minutes, the smell on the stairs and the prayers over the stove. We kept it slow and let the organ do the remembering.”
boom-bap · nostalgic boom-bap · gospel soul · organ breaks · 3:12
Lyrics
Sunday morning, smell is climbing up the stairs Grandma in the kitchen with her apron and her prayers Big old pot on the stove, bubbling slow Onions, garlic, thyme, that's how the flavors grow She don't use a recipe, she uses her hands A pinch of this, a pinch of that, she understands Radio on low playing gospel and soul Kitchen's full of love and it's making me whole Come on in, wash your hands Table's set, the whole family stands Sunday pot on the stove, simmering love Blessings in the steam rising up above Sunday pot on the stove, everybody's home Nobody eats alone, nobody eats alone Cousins in the doorway, uncles in the hall Little ones sneaking tastes, she catches them all Wooden spoon tap, it's a gentle warning Patience, patience, it's still morning Cornbread golden in the oven's glow Sweet tea sweating on the table below Stories get told that we heard before But we laugh like it's brand new, always wanting more Come on in, wash your hands Table's set, the whole family stands Sunday pot on the stove, simmering love Blessings in the steam rising up above Sunday pot on the stove, everybody's home Nobody eats alone, nobody eats alone Now I'm grown with a kitchen of my own Calling her up on the telephone Ask her how she did it, what's the secret thing She says honey it's the people, that's what makes it sing So I stir my pot and I think of her Every little bubble is a memory stir One day I'll pass it down to the ones I raise Recipe of love for the coming days Salt and time, salt and time Patience in a pot, a love divine Salt and time, salt and time Her whole heart in every line Sunday pot on the stove, simmering love Blessings in the steam rising up above Sunday pot on the stove, everybody's home Nobody eats alone, nobody eats alone Simmer slow, simmer slow Home is where the good things grow