PRhyme, PRhyme, I’m in my permanent prime, I ain’t never falling off.
PRhyme, PRhyme, I’m in my permanent prime, I ain’t never falling off.
But it all just came and went faster than I could, have the time to separate the bad from good.
I woke up at the moment when the miracle occurred, heard a song that made some sense out of the world.
The most duplicated, anticipated, validated urban legends in the books with the ones who made it.
I hear a voice calling, calling out for me. These shackles I’ve made in an attempt to be free.
The Jack White Experience produces another successful experiment.
Hits that perfect sweet spot between alt rock and garage rock.
Melancholy yet upbeat, accessible yet deeply indie.