[Intro – crowd noise, amp hum, Marlow laughs slightly] [Marlow:] “So… someone just shouted ‘write a song about food!’ — and, uh, I got this friend who actually writes songs about potatoes… and yeah, it always makes me hungry. And here’s the thing — you gotta support your local people, your butcher, your corner store… I know, I know, not everyone’s got the time. But if you’re like me and you love cooking — quality matters. And when it’s good… oh, you can taste the love in it.” [Band kicks in – loud distorted guitar riff, steady drum beat] [Verse 1 – half-shouted, gritty] Windows down and the streets still breathe Familiar hands and the air they weave Every name on these doors I know Every face from a lifetime ago [Chorus – loud, audience clapping in time] Buy it where the love’s still there Shake the hands that grew the care Every taste’s a memory lit And you can taste the love in it [Verse 2 – more driving energy] Butchers’ knives and the bread still warm Weathered stalls in the market storm Every coin to the hands I trust Every flavor worth the fuss [Chorus – repeat, crowd singing along by last line] [Bridge – instruments pull back, Marlow speaks over guitar drone] “Yeah… I know, it’s easier to click and wait. But where’s the story in that? I want the kind you can smell before you walk through the door.” [Final Chorus – loud, chaotic, band jams out] [Outro – Marlow laughs, crowd cheers] “Music first… then potatoes.”
