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Ingredients questions what we’re told is good for us — especially when the labels get longer and the trust gets thinner. It’s about food, bodies, and the instinct that fewer explanations often mean more honesty. This is not instruction. It’s intuition. Lyrics They wrap it up in softer words Clean labels, quiet lies Small print reads like chemistry On something meant to keep us alive They say it’s made for children But it lasts forever on a shelf Too many names I can’t pronounce Too little trust left for myself Every box says “natural” Every jar says “pure” But nothing grown to feed a child Should need a lecture to be sure Less names, less noise Less things added in Food shouldn’t travel further Than the place it’s grown within They say don’t touch the butter They say don’t eat the eggs Then pour another oil From a factory we never see instead Organic stamped in green and white Still swimming in refined heat Pressed, stripped, deodorized Then sold back as something clean They blame the old familiar things The fat, the yolk, the taste While bottles full of altered seeds Get dressed up as a better way Health is sold in portions Measured, weighed, controlled But hunger isn’t solved by math It’s solved by what we used to know Less names, less noise Less things added in Food shouldn’t need defending If it’s meant to nourish skin They say don’t trust tradition Say it’s all outdated thought But the newer that the food becomes The more it feels like something bought My mother cooked with what she had Nothing shiny, nothing new No list longer than the meal No promise printed on the truth If it spoils, let it spoil If it melts, let it change Better that than eating things Designed to never age I don’t want perfect I don’t want clean I just want fewer reasons To doubt the things we eat Less ingredients More time More hands More heat Tags indie folk, slow music, contemplative listening, Static Harbour