Kitchen Light

[Intro]
[Kitchen room tone, a low refrigerator hum, a quiet clock. One warm chord on felt piano. Very quiet.]

[Verse 1]
[Female only vocal, close and conversational, near-spoken. Fingerpicked guitar and room tone only.]
The third board from the bedroom door complains
I stepped on it on purpose
So you'd know that I was coming
And that I wasn't sleeping

[pause]

[Chorus]
[Female and male voices in close harmony, never overlapping on the same note. Brushed drums, upright bass and cello enter. Warm, gently lifting.]
Kitchen light's on, and the kettle's loud
Two cups, and one chair pulled out
You don't ask how it was
You don't ask me anything at all

[pause]

[Verse 2]
[Male only vocal, plain and tender. Soft pad enters.]
I had a list in my pocket
Call someone, take a Friday, fix the car
I turned it over on the counter
Fixing is the only thing I know

[pause]

[Chorus]
[Both voices in harmony, fuller, strings swell, same words held a little harder.]
Kitchen light's on, and the kettle's loud
Two cups, and one chair pulled out
You don't ask how it was
You don't ask me anything at all

[pause]

[Bridge]
[Both voices near-spoken, alternating, hushed. Music thins until only the refrigerator hum and the clock remain.]
I've been fine so long I forgot the other word
I kept it from you so it wouldn't be yours
It was never about anything you did
[Male only, very quiet] I hear that
[Female only, a cappella, almost whispered] I'm so tired

[pause]

[Unison]
[Both voices in perfect unison on one note, held for one beat. The first and only time they overlap.]
Tired.

[Final Chorus]
[Both voices, full and warm, strings, bass, brushed drums and pad all in, the biggest and gentlest lift in the song. Release offered and kept.]
Kitchen light's on, and the kettle's loud
Two cups, and one chair pulled out
You don't ask how it was
And I tell you anyway

[pause]

[Outro]
[Spoken, plain, no music. Room tone only.]
[Female voice] You didn't ask how my day was
[pause]
It was bad
[Male voice, quiet] I know
[Resolved home chord on felt piano, held. The refrigerator hum continues underneath, then the clock.]
[End]

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[Intro] [Kitchen room tone, a low refrigerator hum, a quiet clock. One warm chord on felt piano. Very quiet.] [Verse 1] [Female only vocal, close and conversational, near-spoken. Fingerpicked guitar and room tone only.] The third board from the bedroom door complains I stepped on it on purpose So you'd know that I was coming And that I wasn't sleeping [pause] [Chorus] [Female and male voices in close harmony, never overlapping on the same note. Brushed drums, upright bass and cello enter. Warm, gently lifting.] Kitchen light's on, and the kettle's loud Two cups, and one chair pulled out You don't ask how it was You don't ask me anything at all [pause] [Verse 2] [Male only vocal, plain and tender. Soft pad enters.] I had a list in my pocket Call someone, take a Friday, fix the car I turned it over on the counter Fixing is the only thing I know [pause] [Chorus] [Both voices in harmony, fuller, strings swell, same words held a little harder.] Kitchen light's on, and the kettle's loud Two cups, and one chair pulled out You don't ask how it was You don't ask me anything at all [pause] [Bridge] [Both voices near-spoken, alternating, hushed. Music thins until only the refrigerator hum and the clock remain.] I've been fine so long I forgot the other word I kept it from you so it wouldn't be yours It was never about anything you did [Male only, very quiet] I hear that [Female only, a cappella, almost whispered] I'm so tired [pause] [Unison] [Both voices in perfect unison on one note, held for one beat. The first and only time they overlap.] Tired. [Final Chorus] [Both voices, full and warm, strings, bass, brushed drums and pad all in, the biggest and gentlest lift in the song. Release offered and kept.] Kitchen light's on, and the kettle's loud Two cups, and one chair pulled out You don't ask how it was And I tell you anyway [pause] [Outro] [Spoken, plain, no music. Room tone only.] [Female voice] You didn't ask how my day was [pause] It was bad [Male voice, quiet] I know [Resolved home chord on felt piano, held. The refrigerator hum continues underneath, then the clock.] [End]

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