Verse 1 I was just a little girl, Feet dancing on the floor, When Don and Tar-na wandered in, Like they’d done many times before. Tar-na laughed and tapped her knee, Said, “Come on now, let’s make some noise,” I’d pull the spoons from the kitchen drawer, A tiny drummer with my fingers poised. Chorus Spoons in the old lounge room, Rhythm in my hands, Music spinning round and round From Mum and Tar-na’s favourite bands. I wasn’t perfect, never was, But oh, I felt so free .... Spoons in the old lounge room, Teaching music into me. Verse 2 Records crackling on the player, She’d smile and nod at me, “Your turn, girl,” she’d softly say, And then she’d play in harmony. I thought I was a clever kid, Making songs from bits of steel, Tapping patterns on my little legs, Learning how good rhythm feels. Chorus Spoons in the old lounge room, Rhythm in my hands, Music spinning round and round From Mum and Tar-na’s favourite bands. I wasn’t perfect, never was, But oh, I felt so free .... Spoons in the old lounge room, Teaching music into me. Bridge Years rolled on and Mum would say, “Can you play those spoons … play them once for me.” And though I never played that well, It always set her spirit free. The week before mum had left, Heading for the doctors' door, She asked me softly, “Play again?” And I tapped like I did before. Verse 3 Didn’t have two matching spoons, But the sound still filled the air, She clapped her hands just like she used to, Mem’ry flickering everywhere. Maybe she was seeing Tar-na, Maybe seeing younger me .... But the spoons kept time like a beating heart, And she smiled so peacefully. Final Chorus Spoons in the old lounge room, Rhythm in my hands, Music spinning round and round From Mum and Tar-na’s favourite bands. I wasn’t perfect, never was, But the love was always free .... Spoons in the old lounge room, Still tapping inside me. Outro (Beat Fades) Tap-tap… tik-tik… Just a girl with two old spoons, And a lifetime’s rhythm in her bones.
