Bridgetown Grill: Caribbean L5P

Lyrics

Yeah... Little Five.
Remember that sun?
That yellow sun on Euclid...
Twelve-forty Euclid Avenue, a splash of paint so bright.
A Bajan sun burning day and night.
Andrew T. Green, he brought the island heat.
Planted a flag right there on the street.
From Barbados to Atlanta, a culinary line.
Said, "This is my spice, this flavor is mine."
Bridgetown Grill, that one-drop beat in my soul.
Jerk chicken fire taking its toll.
Scotch bonnet pepper, a sweet and righteous burn.
For that worn wooden table, I still yearn.
Yeah, the Bridgetown Grill... standin' still in my mind.
The roti bread, soft and warm, ready to hold.
A story of goat curry, bravely told.
Rum punch in a plastic cup, cutting through the haze.
Lost in those long, slow, nineties days.
Everyone shoulder to shoulder, no room to spare.
Just the smoky-sweet ghost hanging in the air.
Bridgetown Grill, that one-drop beat in my soul.
Jerk chicken fire taking its toll.
Scotch bonnet pepper, a sweet and righteous burn.
For that worn wooden table, I still yearn.
Yeah, the Bridgetown Grill... standin' still in my mind.
And then the music got quiet in twenty-eleven.
A good man's journey found its way to heaven.
But you can't just erase a flavor from a town.
You can't paint over the best thing around.
That heat still lingers, a ghost on the tongue.
A song that's over, but still being sung.
The yellow sun...
On Euclid Avenue...
That Bridgetown fire...
Still burning through...
L5P...
Andrew T. Green...