Track 5 of the album Soft Launch · 2024
Kitchen Radio, Dial Turned Low
by Veda Monroe
“My nana's kitchen, a dial turned low, the melody that always felt like home. I wanted the harmonies to sound like the static.”
r&b · nostalgic soul · gospel-tinged soul · 3:10
Lyrics
Kitchen radio hums on the shelf by the stove Static in the corners but the melody's home Kettle starts to whistle, steam on the glass Mama's old rhythm in the way the minutes pass Yellow light is spilling on the checkered floor I hear her humming softly by the open door Three hundred miles from the street where I grew But the dial finds her voice and it pulls me through Turn it low, turn it low Let the old songs glow Kitchen radio, dial turned low Carry me back to the warm and the slow Spoon on the pot keeping time with the song Every little sound says that I belong Kitchen radio, soft in the night Wrapped up in a blanket of amber light Far from the front porch, but I feel the heat Home is a melody and the beat Bread in the toaster, there's a crackle in the air Somebody's laughing on the station somewhere I stir my coffee in a city that's new Neighbors I don't know and a window with a view But the host says good evening like a hand on my back And the bassline settles every thing I lack Fold the little towel, wipe the counter clean Sing the second verse like the one in between Turn it low, turn it low Let the old songs glow Kitchen radio, dial turned low Carry me back to the warm and the slow Spoon on the pot keeping time with the song Every little sound says that I belong Kitchen radio, soft in the night Wrapped up in a blanket of amber light Far from the front porch, but I feel the heat Home is a melody and the beat Maybe home is not a door or a key Maybe home is a song that keeps singing to me Pack it in a pocket, play it anywhere Little glowing dial and a kitchen chair Kitchen radio, dial turned low Carry me back to the warm and the slow Spoon on the pot keeping time with the song Every little sound says that I belong Kitchen radio, soft in the night Wrapped up in a blanket of amber light Far from the front porch, but I feel the heat Home is a melody and the beat Turn it low, turn it low Home is a song, and I know