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Ravi Chandran

First meal, first meal, first meal

Wedding singer for a decade who knows exactly when a room is about to turn

the numbers

bpm
129
key
F major
energy
0.71
dance
0.95
valence
0.62
vocal at
6.9s
length
2:40
language
Si

lyrics

One steel pan on the stove, two plates by the sink

You opened that brown box, then smiled at the drink

The onions hit the board, sharp and clean in the air

A borrowed white spoon waited, honest and bare

Window cracked, fan spinning slow

Water in the saucepan, steady glow

Salt in your palm, let it fall

First small dinner in your own hall

First meal, first meal, first meal

First meal, first meal, first meal

We ate it hot, we ate it real

First meal, first meal, first meal

Rice in the colander, dripping into the bowl

Tomato on the counter, red against the roll

You stirred with a wooden spoon, wrist loose and glad

Old rent left in the hallway, but tonight felt new and mad

Tin cup clinks, spoon on tile

Oil in the pan, bright for a while

Plate by plate, we made a sign

This little flat is finally mine

First meal, first meal, first meal

First meal, first meal, first meal

We ate it hot, we ate it real

First meal, first meal, first meal

Kettle breath on the glass, night pressing close

Cardboard in the corner, tied with rope and clothes

You licked curry from your thumb and laughed out loud

No big parade, just this room, just us, just proud

First meal, first meal, first meal

First meal, first meal, first meal

We ate it hot, we ate it real

First meal, first meal, first meal
First meal, first meal, first meal — Ravi Chandran · FERAL