Track 1 of the EP Friday Night at the Corner Counter · 2019
Friday Night at the Corner Counter
“Friday at half past six, and the whole street drifts in for bread and gossip. I let the brass band take the verse.”
cinematic pop · orchestral pop · brass band · 3:54
Lyrics
Friday evening, half past six The neighbours drift in from the street One for bread and one for chat And one just to rest tired feet The shopkeeper knows every name Knows who takes sugar, who takes two Slides the paper across the counter Before they ask for it, too Nothing here is hurried Nothing here is loud Friday night at the corner counter Everybody's got a minute to spare Tell me how the garden's growing Tell me whose turn it is to share The little bell above the door Rings out like it's glad to see you Friday night at the corner counter Where the whole street comes through A teenager buys a birthday card And asks the shopkeeper what to write She taps the counter, thinks it over And they get it just right Friday night at the corner counter Everybody's got a minute to spare Tell me how the garden's growing Tell me whose turn it is to share The little bell above the door Rings out like it's glad to see you Friday night at the corner counter Where the whole street comes through The lights stay on a little later Because somebody's still on their way And the kettle in the back room Is warm for anyone who'd stay Friday night at the corner counter Everybody's got a minute to spare Tell me how the garden's growing Tell me whose turn it is to share The little bell above the door Rings out like it's glad to see you Friday night at the corner counter Where the whole street comes through Where the whole street comes through Where the whole street comes through