Boil it slow, boil it slow
Sang at resort hotels for six summers and learned exactly what makes a crowd move
the numbers
- bpm
- 136
- key
- G minor
- energy
- 0.72
- dance
- 0.95
- valence
- 0.64
- vocal at
- 0.5s
- length
- 3:27
- language
- Ro
lyrics
Cardboard box on the floor Bucharest rain at the door One cracked spoon, one blue pan First key turn, new flat, new plan Onion dice on the board Cheap tomatoes from the store Rice in water, watch it glow Tiny flame, and off we go Window fogging with the steam Fork and plate in a neat little line My name on the buzzer gleams And the timer reads nine forty-nine Boil it slow, boil it slow Boil it slow, boil it slow Salt in the pot, let it roll Boil it slow, boil it slow One green chair by the sink Old train ticket on the fridge Peel that carrot in the light Boots by the mat, bag on the ridge Chop, chop, chop on the tile Lemon slice in the cup First meal made in my own place I’m eating now, I’m growing up Boil it slow, boil it slow Boil it slow, boil it slow Salt in the pot, let it roll Boil it slow, boil it slow I left with a box and a key Now the spoon knows my name Steam on the glass, I can breathe Nothing here feels the same Boil it slow, boil it slow Boil it slow, boil it slow Salt in the pot, let it roll Boil it slow, boil it slow