The Rhythm Junks – It Takes A While (2016)
Things get better everyday Things get better almost everyday.
where the needle drops, the echoes begin
Things get better everyday Things get better almost everyday.
My angels, my devils, my thorn in my pride.
I think the universe is trying to tell me nothing, like maybe it's run out of good things to say
I don’t need no doctor, I don’t need no pills, I don’t need no beauty, I don’t need no frills.
It's a beautiful noise, made of joy and of strife, like a symphony played by the passing parade—it's the music…
I eat my cereal with a fork, just to save the milk.
End up like a dog that's been beat too much 'Til you spend half your life just coverin' up.
It was easier to have fun back when we had nothing Nothing much to manage, back when we were damaged
But your light will keep on burning like that evening star, and your song will keep returning wherever you are.
I heard the Voice of America / Callin' on my wavelength.