These Things Take Time

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GothicGuru Exactly what I need to motivate me to leave the house. I dream of a club scene where this is the musical standard. A perfect blend of pop, cynicism, bitchiness, and cleaverness Favorite track: These Things Take Time.
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released October 28, 2013

All songs written and produced by Joey Hansom. Published by New Pangea Music (ASCAP). Vocals and piano by Joey. Cello by Rocco. Saxophone by Tranny. Recorded at Golden Retriever Studios by Jane Arnison. Mixed and Mastered at Mad Dog & Love Studios by Jane Arnison. Photo by Merja Hannikainen.

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Track Name: These Things Take Time
AN HOURGLASS IS A NICE DEVICE, BUT A GRAIN OF SAND IS IMPRECISE. TIME HEALS ALL WOUNDS, BUT TO EASE THE PAIN, USE A GRAIN OF SALT—THAT’S MY ADVICE. SODOMY MAY BE LEGAL, BUT BELIEVE ME, IT’LL BLEED A LITTLE. SHALL WE GO BACK TO MY PLACE? I LIVE JUST BEYOND THE WALLS OF OUTER SPACE. THESE THINGS TAKE TIME. IF YOU WANNA TURN YOUR FATE AROUND, STAND WITH BOTH LEGS IN LIFE TILL YOU GET OFF THE GROUND, AND IF YOU WANNA SEE HOW FAR WE GO, CHECK YOUR EGO AT THE LOST AND FOUND. SODOMY MAY BE LEGAL, BUT BELIEVE ME, IT’LL BLEED A LITTLE. PUBERTY IS RARELY FATAL, SO I THINK I’LL WAIT AWHILE. EVERY WORD I SAY IS TRUE FROM AN OBI-WAN KENOBI POINT OF VIEW. THESE THINGS TAKE TIME. ALL THESE MOMENTS SEEM TO SLIP AWAY. CAN YOU DELAY THE DECADES FROM THEIR DECAY? ARE YOU REALLY LIVING LIFE OR JUST KILLING TIME BEFORE YOU DIE? I KNOW YOU ARE, BUT WHAT AM I? SODOMY MAY BE LEGAL, BUT BELIEVE ME, IT’LL BLEED A LITTLE. PUBERTY IS RARELY FATAL, SO I THINK I’LL WAIT AWHILE. HATERS GONNA HATE, SO I’LL WIPE A SMILE ONTO MY FACE. THAT’S WHY I GO AT MY OWN PACE—CAUSE THERE ARE NO WINNERS IN THE HUMAN RACE. JUST TO FIND TWO WORDS THAT RHYME. DREAM, THEN MAKE IT REAL. FAKE IT TILL YOU FEEL IT. FOOL YOURSELF INTO FEELING FINE. THESE THINGS TAKE TIME.
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SORRY, I CAN’T REMEMBER YOUR NAME—IT’S JUST THAT ALL WHITE PEOPLE LOOK THE SAME. ALL SNOWFLAKES, ALL DROPS OF RAIN, ALL PUDDLES DROWNING DOWN THE DRAIN. THE TASTE OF PLAIN—IT DRIVES ME INSANE. INSATIABLE CRAVING. I CAN’T REFRAIN. SO LISTEN LOUD TO WHAT I SAY, AND IF YOU DON’T BELIEVE ME, THEN I’LL SAY IT AGAIN. YOU SAY YOU’RE CELIBATE? WELL, YOU KNOW WHAT I SAY: I SAY YOU SELL A LITTLE BIT OF YOURSELF EVERY DAY. BUCKLE UP, BUCKLE DOWN, AND HIT THE SLOT. PYRAMID PRESSURE GONNA HIT THE JACKPOT. FUCK ME I’M FAMOUS, AND FAME IS CONTAGIOUS. I’M ALL THE RAGE LIKE A RAT IN A CAGE IS. ORIGINAL VANILLI ICE CREAM FLAVOR FLAV, AND IF YOU DON’T BELIEVE ME, THEN I’LL SAY IT AGAIN. WHY AM I SINGING THIS SONG IN ENGLISH? THE PLANET HAS AN OFFICIAL ANGUISH, AND WHILE THE SHIP IS SINKING, I’LL SING A LITTLE DITTY AND IT GOES LIKE THIS: I PRODUCE A COMMODITY, I PLAY DUMB TOO. DOO LANG, DOO WOP, DOO RON, CO-OPT. DO YOU HAVE IT IN YOU? A COIN TO CONTINUE? REPEATEDLY BREEDING TO THE TOP OF THE POPS. YOU’RE A WALKING WOMB, A TIME-TICKIN’ BOOM. YOUR BODY IS A TEMPLE OF DOOM. JONESING TO KEEP UP, AND JUST FOR SHOW. HIGH HOLY ROLLER, OFF TO WORK YOU GO WITH A GOLDEN ARCHAEOLOGIST NAMED RONALD MCREAGAN, PROMISING PENNIES TRICKLE DOWN FROM HEAVEN. QUARTER AND DIME YA 24/11. IF YOU DON’T BELIEVE ME, THEN I’LL SAY IT AGAIN. WHY AM I SINGING THIS SONG IN ENGLISH? THE PLANET HAS AN OFFICIAL ANGUISH, AND WHILE THE SHIT IS STINKING, I’LL SING A LITTLE DITTY AND IT GOES LIKE THIS: I PRODUCE A COMMODITY, I PLAY DUMB TOO. DOO LANG, DOO WOP, DOO RON, CO-OPT. DO YOU HAVE IT IN YOU? A COIN TO CONTINUE? REPEATEDLY BREEDING TO THE TOP OF THE POPS. SORRY, I CAN’T REMEMBER YOUR NAME—IT’S JUST THAT ALL WHITE PEOPLE LOOK THE SAME. ALL SNOWFLAKES, ALL DROPS OF RAIN, ALL ICEBERGS MELTING IN CHAMPAGNE. IF YOU DON’T BELIEVE ME, THEN I’LL SAY IT AGAIN. IF YOU DON’T BELIEVE ME, THEN I’LL SAY IT AGAIN. I’LL SAY IT AGAIN IF YOU DON’T BELIEVE ME. IF YOU DON’T BELIEVE ME, THEN I’LL SAY IT AGAIN.