it gets better
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Lyrics
You're my ray of sunshine Don't you be cloudy Darling so bright, what's getting you down? I'll cheer you up And warm ya, make it all better Ray of sunshine Will you come around? It gets better It will get better soon It gets better It will get better soon Ooo ooo Ooo ooo Ooo ooo Ooo ooo ooo You're the light of my life Moon on the water My north star on a lonely Pacific You're my ray of sunshine Nurturing our garden Warming up our family Through the dog days of winter It gets better It will get better soon It gets better It will get better soon Maybe tomorrow tomorrow tomorrow Tomorrow tomorrow tomorrow Maybe tomorrow tomorrow tomorrow Tomorrow tomorrow tomorrow Maybe tomorrow tomorrow tomorrow Tomorrow tomorrow tomorrow Maybe tomorrow tomorrow tomorrow Tomorrow tomorrow tomorrow Ooo ooo Ooo ooo Ooo ooo Ooo ooo ooo
Reassurance for someone cloudy: ray-of-sunshine pep talk, Pacific north-star love, garden-and-family warmth: it gets better, maybe tomorrow.
ISRC QZES82478724 (soundexchange)
Track twelve on I, penultimate before golden state of mind and also released as a single. The DistroKid credit pane lists music and lyrics as Luke Francis Walton, BMI 00579587572. Producer, mixing, recording, drums, guitar, synthesizer, and singing are billed as Scoobert Doobert. Bass is Bubby Lewis. Nicole McCabe is on bass clarinet. Riley Knapp mastered it. Grizzard Graphics did the graphic design.
The move is partner-as-sun, reversed: she’s his ray of sunshine, but today she’s cloudy, and the job is to warm her back. The whole album moves west, forward, u-ward: I is defined by propulsion. This is the track that pauses and just holds someone. The language scales up as the song settles in: ray of sunshine, then light of my life, then north star on a lonely Pacific, then nurturing our garden / warming up our family through the dog days of winter. The metaphor gets more grounded and domestic the more it opens out.
Then the bridge refuses to close: it gets better / it will get better soon gives way to maybe tomorrow looped until the word loses its edge. It’s not a promise, it’s a rhythm. The maybe is doing real work, the song knows it can’t guarantee the weather turns, only that you can stack maybe until it starts to feel like evidence.
Pairs with see you again? (who isn’t here) and sunlight (brightness as choice). Nagamag reviewed the single. See also Catalog.
DistroKid credit pane: Music and lyrics, Luke Francis Walton (BMI 00579587572). Producer, mixing engineer, recording engineer, drums, guitar, synthesizer, and singing and vocals billed as Scoobert Doobert. Bass, Bubby Lewis. Bass clarinet, Nicole McCabe. Mastering engineer, Riley Knapp. Graphic design, Grizzard Graphics.