These (in-progress) lyrics reflect the multiple conversations I’ve had with Grainger Market users. Sensations (smells, colours, a sense of history, time and place) were a recurring theme.

1. Hear the Cry
Hear the cry
Hear the cry
Hear the cry and taste the fruit of early risers
Smell the perfumed air
Smell the perfumed air that’s clothed in splendour drifting
Find a place to rest
Find a place to rest and feel the goodness on you
Think of how it used to be
Think of how it used to be and how it will be
Hear the cry
Hear the cry

 
2. Scent
Caught the scent
Right now
Please linger

 
3. Soap
As I clean your hands, so too am I cleansed
As my body wanes, your face is renewed
Put me in a spin and see how I foam
In my sacrifice is all your desire

4. Coffee
Dark one, bitter, roasted,
Ground, holy drug
Rhyme and reason
Dark one, bitter, roasted,
Ground, holy drug
Talk and treason

 
5. Fruit
The sun has cooled enough to eat
Mars has ripened
The crescent moon, peel its skin
Squeeze the stars