New Jersey makes a cacophony of sounds.

I have not listened to much new music lately, but I have listened to New Jersey.

Camden sounds like a crying child right after birth. I know it is graphic. It still holds so much of the old world in its arm, but wants to be born again. I hope that it will find its way, but I am not sure that it will. I want to look to the horizon of a rising sun, but I am not sure that they will ever get through this night.

Please sing for them.