Ashes On The Apron
L
lucianneagu2018@gmail.com
emotional
accordion
violin
female vocals
nostalgic
funk
Medium-tempo Balkan-folk fusion with female vocals; woody tribal percussion and deep frame drum pulse under a lyrical fiddle lead. Taraf ensemble weaves in and out: cimbalom arpeggios
breathy accordion swells
bowed bass glides. Verses stay intimate and close-mic’d
chorus widens with stacked harmonies and a subtle modern low-end
graceful and nostalgic yet rhythmically grounded.
Creat pe ian. 31, 2026
Versuri
[Verse 1]
That old enamel pot
Chipped blue on the stove
Mama’s hands in the steam
Telling jokes that I was too young to know
Curtains smelled like rain
Radio hissed and hum
You danced slow in the kitchen
With your apron half undone
[Chorus]
I carry all your Sundays in my suitcase
Every stain
Every song
Every sigh
A thousand little yesterdays
Sewn into the lining where I hide
I walk this crooked road you started
Heels on gravel
Heart on fire
Tradition in my veins
But the world keeps turning
And I’m spinning on your wire
[Verse 2]
Wedding photos fade
On a leaning nail
You in a borrowed dress
Laughing loud
Stepping on his tail
Now I drink my coffee strong
Phone glow before the dawn
Still I hear your wooden floorboards
When the kettle’s coming on
[Chorus]
I carry all your Sundays in my suitcase
Every stain
Every song
Every sigh
A thousand little yesterdays
Sewn into the lining where I hide
I walk this crooked road you started
Heels on gravel
Heart on fire
Tradition in my veins
But the world keeps turning
And I’m spinning on your wire
[Bridge]
I used to swear I’d run
Far from this small-town sky (oh, I tried)
But your old recipes and stories
Keep on simmering inside
So I raise a glass to everything
We lost and never lost
To the language on my tongue
And the laughter in the cost
[Chorus]
I carry all your Sundays in my suitcase
Every stain
Every song
Every sigh
A thousand little yesterdays
Sewn into the lining where I hide
I walk this crooked road you started
Heels on gravel
Heart on fire
Tradition in my veins
But the world keeps turning
And I’m spinning on your wire (on your wire)
That old enamel pot
Chipped blue on the stove
Mama’s hands in the steam
Telling jokes that I was too young to know
Curtains smelled like rain
Radio hissed and hum
You danced slow in the kitchen
With your apron half undone
[Chorus]
I carry all your Sundays in my suitcase
Every stain
Every song
Every sigh
A thousand little yesterdays
Sewn into the lining where I hide
I walk this crooked road you started
Heels on gravel
Heart on fire
Tradition in my veins
But the world keeps turning
And I’m spinning on your wire
[Verse 2]
Wedding photos fade
On a leaning nail
You in a borrowed dress
Laughing loud
Stepping on his tail
Now I drink my coffee strong
Phone glow before the dawn
Still I hear your wooden floorboards
When the kettle’s coming on
[Chorus]
I carry all your Sundays in my suitcase
Every stain
Every song
Every sigh
A thousand little yesterdays
Sewn into the lining where I hide
I walk this crooked road you started
Heels on gravel
Heart on fire
Tradition in my veins
But the world keeps turning
And I’m spinning on your wire
[Bridge]
I used to swear I’d run
Far from this small-town sky (oh, I tried)
But your old recipes and stories
Keep on simmering inside
So I raise a glass to everything
We lost and never lost
To the language on my tongue
And the laughter in the cost
[Chorus]
I carry all your Sundays in my suitcase
Every stain
Every song
Every sigh
A thousand little yesterdays
Sewn into the lining where I hide
I walk this crooked road you started
Heels on gravel
Heart on fire
Tradition in my veins
But the world keeps turning
And I’m spinning on your wire (on your wire)