"An homage to a house in the deep south filled with memories (and now, ailing parents). An artist's nostalgia mixes with flowers, food, and a blinking answering machine as she visits her childhood home. A barrage of generosity descends from friends and neighbors who show up with casseroles and church bulletins."
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4 1 2 4 Lyrics
Camellias in the kitchen
Their little machine is blinking
Calls are coming in seeing how everyone is
A bulletin saved from church
A note with a Bible verse
A cooler by the door at 4124.
I passed Meridian
I was home in an hour and ten
I parked and I walked in through the door of where I lived
He shuffles in his slippers
She's looking in the freezer
For something that she saved
To heat in the microwave
We'll watch the Braves play
Eat our dinner on trays
but now who's keeping score at 4124?
Now I've got a window view
Of that porch they never use
maybe i'll sweep the floor
use it a little more
We'll watch the Braves play
Eat our dinner on trays
Are these my final days at 4124?
Дата на публикация: 12 февруари, 2026
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