Malingo - Pots & Pans

I remember a yellow kitchen
Sitting down on the vinyl floor
Momma cooking an early supper
Leaving open the cabinet door
From within the walls my hands would pull
The instruments, those tools of my trade
Those pots and pans would clash like a cymbal crash
Like the music that I’d soon learning how to play
It’s funny how it all began with the pots and pans
I remember the orange shag carpet
Sleeping bags on the living room floor
Momma starting the record player
Counting the hours to Christmas morn
Alvin and the Chipmunks sang
That song about missing their two front teeth
And as the record played we’d ruminate
About the presents underneath the tree
It’s funny how it all began with the pots and pans
I remember my parents’ basement
Punk rock band blasting through the house
Momma cooking the rainbow jello
Bringing it down for the boys to try out
Tragic Blonde, those Sagrave songs
Music that you’d think she would despise
But all the while she’d laugh and smile
A joyful sense of pride within her eyes
It’s funny how it all began with the pots and pans

Written by:
Jonathan Gerber

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