Track 1 of the EP Piano on the Porch · 2022
Rooftop Kettle, Sunrise Over the Laundry Lines
“Up the stairs before the sun with a kettle in my hand. We recorded this one at dawn and I could hear birds on the tape.”
jazz-pop · jazz-pop · morning ballad · 3:12
Lyrics
Up the stairs before the sun Past the doors where dreams still run One flight more and then the door Rooftop's mine, and nothing more Kettle on a little stove Steam is rising, soft and slow Pigeons walking round my shoes Gold light on the rooftops now Good morning, city, here I am Cup in hand and sky so wide Laundry lines are waving hello Every window opens wide Good morning, city, here I am Dawn is pouring on the tin Whatever comes, I'll take it slow Let the morning in Down below the buses start A baker's bell, a distant cart Somebody hums behind a wall The whole town wakes, and so do I I used to think the night was mine Now I'm learning morning's kind Sheets are dancing, bright and white Hello, hello, to the light Good morning, city, here I am Cup in hand and sky so wide Laundry lines are waving hello Every window opens wide Good morning, city, here I am Dawn is pouring on the tin Whatever comes, I'll take it slow Let the morning in Let the morning in Let the morning in