DESCRIPTION:
From rags to riches?

Good things sometimes happen unexpected.
Be it a flower, a dance or a dancer, the sunrise, a train bringing your beloved, beauty of nature, happy children, finding the love of your life, an meeting with an old friend, or even unexpected money...

Sometimes good things happen to a homeless. The song was inspired by an event that actually happpenend in the streets of Antwerp. The story of the homeless beggar Louis had a slightly different end than the one in the clip as wrote a book "Louis, het leven van een bedelaar" (Louis, the life of a beggar) instead. And the best part of his story: he recently found the love of his life.

The homeless beggar stands also for the life of many musicians as nowadays nobody pays for music anymore, taking away their sometimes only means of livelihood.

For those who like the song:
Get your copy here http://www.cdbaby.com/cd/boombasics/from/chemist
Find it on Amazon
http://www.amazon.com/Good-Things/dp/B009BKW3YG
Also itunes
https://itunes.apple.com/be/album/good-things-single/id562542498

Written, arranged and produced by Chemist for BOOMBASICS
Recorded in Boom, Belgium and New York City, USA
Additional vocal treatments by Geoffrey Armes, Berlin, Germany
Mastered in Woodstock - New York State
Camera: Stief Knockaert
Camera on the dealer scene: Budo San
Directed by Chemist
Editing: Stief Knockaert

Produced by www.sahara-productions.com
Musicians and actors:
Lakita: Vocals and backing vocals
Abdel Hazim: guitar, acting
Dennis Nicles: bass
Wim Deneve: keyboards, acting

For those who like the song:
Get your copy here http://www.cdbaby.com/cd/boombasics/from/chemist
or ind it on Amazon
http://www.amazon.com/Good-Things/dp/B009BKW3YG
I-tunes
https://itunes.apple.com/be/album/good-things-single/id562542498
and spotify of course

Boombasics : Goodthings

LYRICS: Good things
The man sits on the street, waiting
with a cup in his hands, half sleeping
His hat is torn, his jacket's ruined.
Behind his red hair an observing eye
peers into the crowd
he thinks

good things come to those who wait (4x)

He picks a cigarette and pulls his beard
A child is lost, his mothers' gone for dope
The beggars' smile dries the well of tears
He shares a piece of bread and hope

The people rush and fake that they don't have the time
To take care for each other nor themselves
And when the rain comes he takes him to a shelter
A few cardboards on the ground is all he need
and a plastic sheet
but
good things come to those who wait (4x)

Night has fallen and the boy cries for his mother
no trace, no face, no moment of relieve
comforting words is all he can receive
no one can tell him when or will she come
all he knows is that
good things come to those who wait (4x)