Mothers’ cupboard, under the cloth
Ex-gospel choir lead who found four-to-the-floor
the numbers
- bpm
- 123
- key
- F minor
- energy
- 0.74
- dance
- 0.93
- valence
- 0.54
- vocal at
- 4.4s
- length
- 3:53
- language
- En
lyrics
I lifted the blue enamel tin Found old sorghum, salt, and pins Three bent spoons in the red side drawer A cracked glass plate from ʼ94 The hallway smelled like soap and rain A sack of maize by the windowpane Your brown scarf folded in a box And a key ring tied with twine and knots I stood by the sink at dusk Labels gone, just dust and rust Every shelf had your handprint there I touched it slow like a prayer Mothers’ cupboard, I found it there Mothers’ cupboard, still in the air Mothers’ cupboard, under the cloth Mothers’ cupboard, what you kept was love Under the bed was a school report Two bus tickets and a broken fork A receipt from the market stall And one gold bangle, scratched and small Your radio missed one plastic knob Your jumper hung on the nail too long I packed the cups in a banana crate Then I watched the sun lean west by eight I heard your voice in the tin In the plates and the paper thin Not in a room, not in a frame In every mark, in every stain Mothers’ cupboard, I found it there Mothers’ cupboard, still in the air Mothers’ cupboard, under the cloth Mothers’ cupboard, what you kept was love At the gate I held one spoon And the wind moved through the noon I said your name to the cracked front step Then folded the rest and carried depth Mothers’ cupboard, I found it there Mothers’ cupboard, still in the air Mothers’ cupboard, under the cloth Mothers’ cupboard, what you kept was love