Song #25: The World Keeps Turning (1987)

I grew up in Los Angeles, California, and still live here. Having traveled the world I know there are some amazing places to live on this earth, but all things considered, outside of the occasional earthquake and the traffic (which totally sucks), L.A.'s a pretty cool place. And, as Steve Martin said in one of my favorite movies, "there are some buildings here over twenty years old".

This city is constantly changing.

It's strange sometimes driving down a street I haven't negotiated for a while, to see a landmark building from my youth razed to become a strip mall. I picture the ghost of my younger self wandering around the CVS pharmacy that's now on the corner of La Cienega and Santa Monica, saying, "what happened to the roller disco?".

Today is my birthday, so unfortunately I have missed the self-imposed deadline to finish this blog before I turn 56. Oh well. Life goes on, and I should be able to post the remaining 20 songs before I turn 57.
Unless there's another earthquake.

The World Keeps Turning

I could sink or swim

It sure wouldn't bother you

Is it tonic or gin

Your eyes wouldn't give a clue

In this world where the choices are few

In this world you kiss your own blacks and blues

I could scream I could shout it at you

But it won't make a difference

It don't make a difference to you

I could leave or stay

You could live with it either way

If the world is a play

Well then what did the director say

In this world you're living in a zoo

In this world you're nobody's fool

I could scream I could shout it at you

But it won't make a difference

It don't make a difference to you

The world keeps turning

Needless to say

You exist you exhaust

Well egocentricity

Is it Sartre or Marx

Existentuality what does that mean

In this world we decide between two

In this world you're a jester or fool

I could scream I could shout it at you

But it won't make a difference

It don't make a difference to you

The world keeps turning

Needless to say

I know about humanity

But you want it your way

The debt grows

And there's a price to pay

Give and take must be the key

But you want it your way

The time has come
And things can't stay the same

Britt Bacon: piano, synth, vocal

Teddy Zambetti: drums, BGs
Richy Stano: guitars

Alan Morse: guitars, BGs

Ritt Henn: bass

Written by Britt Bacon and Teddy Zambetti
© 1987

Source: 1/4" analogue tape 30ips