Track 4 of the album Saudade Sundays · 2020
Cosy Corner, Postcards on the Fridge
“My fridge wears postcards like a coat, and every one of them is a person I miss. Lena plays it nearly as a lullaby.”
jazz · jazz · cosy jazz · piano trio · 3:17
Lyrics
There's a fridge in my kitchen Wearing postcards like a coat Paris in the corner And a lighthouse and a boat Each one from a friend Who thought of me out there I read them with my breakfast In my comfy kitchen chair Postcards on the fridge Little windows on the world Every one a hello From a friend, from a girl I don't need to travel When the world comes to me Postcards on the fridge And a pot of morning tea Mama sent the mountain With a scribble, wish you'd come Cousin sent the desert Where the sun is always strong I trace the little stamps With the tip of my thumb And I'm in a hundred places While I'm sitting here at home Postcards on the fridge Little windows on the world Every one a hello From a friend, from a girl I don't need to travel When the world comes to me Postcards on the fridge And a pot of morning tea One day I'll go And I'll write you too A card with a picture Of a sky of blue Postcards on the fridge Little windows on the world Every one a hello From a friend, from a girl I don't need to travel When the world comes to me Postcards on the fridge And a pot of morning tea And a pot of morning tea