Eight forty five there she is
Shots of espresso brewing,
something she's been doing
all morning til closing
My caffeine levels are too low:
Mornings not alive til I have her cup of joe
My latte art sweetheart (latte art sweetheart)
The milk she steams
The eye she beams
There's something magical about her beans
See what she's left me:
A love note of dairy
My latte art sweetheart (latte art sweetheart)
The crema de la crop
Plus whipped cream on top
(I like it mocha)
Sweetened spice is no real vice
This arabica barista (full-bodied)
A little bit illicit (robust kick)
Eyes of hazelnut (syrup!)
Blonde roasts are best, but I like mine dark
My latte art sweetheart (latte art sweetheart)
She's a master at this, you can tell
Months of practice behind the till
Even when superfluous, I go there still
Dear latte artist, all is well
“Good morning sir” she says to me
But what might mean this pleasantry?
Every day it's still the same—
She knows my drink, but not my name
Oh, the girl and the coffee
I go although I don't have the money
What we could have, a lived fantasy
But who knows maybe she only drinks tea.
The six songs on this record combine the brass-heavy sounds of jazz and afrobeat with pulsing dance beats to intoxicating effect. Bandcamp New & Notable Jul 25, 2020