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Batch No. 1
First Proof
Recorded in Dale and Connie's kitchen and the basement of a church on Canyon Boulevard. The oven was running during tracking. 200 copies pressed on vinyl. The cover is a photograph of a rising bundt cake shot from above.
- 01The Recipe Calls for Patience4:08
Wren's words
People ask me for the recipe On a napkin, on a card I tell them I can show you But the showing's the long part The Kahlúa and the vodka The pudding mix, the eggs Three seventy-five, because we're a mile up Where the water boils at two-oh-two degrees The recipe calls for patience And it doesn't come in a cup You can't level it off with a knife You can't fold it in or beat it up The recipe calls for patience Spent a winter up in Leadville Nearly two miles in the sky Every loaf I made that winter Rose too fast and fell inside The recipe calls for patience And it doesn't come in a cup You can't level it off with a knife You can't fold it in or beat it up The recipe calls for patience Fifty-five is what the timer says Sixty-six is what it takes I found that out with a guitar in my hands Eleven minutes late He keeps it in his hands I keep it in my head The set list, the address, the time And everything he never said The recipe calls for patience And it doesn't come in a cup You can't level it off with a knife You can't fold it in or beat it up It was never written down The recipe calls for patience
- 02Kahlúa Morning
Wren's words
The sun came up behind the Flatirons Coffee dark and thick and sweet Connie had the kitchen going early The whole house smelled like something you can't keep Coffee and the chocolate Rising in the oven slow Some things taste like Colorado morning Some things just warm you as you go Kahlúa morning Thick and slow and warm Kahlúa morning Nobody's in a hurry here Kahlúa morning The day can wait outside Kahlúa morning Stay a little while Martin brought the chocolate from the market Phil was at the counter with the bowl Teddy had the Hammond barely breathing Wren was at the table with her notebook and her soul Coffee and the chocolate Rising in the oven slow Some things taste like Colorado morning Some things just warm you as you go Kahlúa morning Thick and slow and warm Kahlúa morning Nobody's in a hurry here Kahlúa morning The day can wait outside Kahlúa morning Stay a little while Seven people in a kitchen in Boulder Nobody famous, nobody's name on a sign But the morning was ours and the music was rising And some days that's everything, some days that's fine Kahlúa morning Thick and slow and warm Kahlúa morning Nobody's in a hurry here Kahlúa morning The day can wait outside Kahlúa morning Stay a little while Stay a little while Stay a little while The morning was ours The morning was ours
- 03Parking Lot (Boulder)
- 04Folding Table
- 05First Proof