Built around An ode to the old hardware store and its owner who fixes more than just broken things, a pillar of the community. Porch Light's front-porch acoustic warmth carries the concept through folk that rewards repeat listens. "He gave Jimmy Thompson his first job at the age of twelve" — the kind of line that sticks in your head three days later. The mood runs warm, reverent, community. Genre showcases on Majik's aren't filler — they're proof that independent music can carry real emotional weight when the lyrics and production align.
[verse 1]
Eddie's Hardware on the corner of Fifth and Main
Been there since before the interstate, before the big-box chain
The bell above the door still rings like nineteen-fifty-three
And Eddie knows your name before you even turn the key
He's got a bin for every bolt and a drawer for every screw
And if he doesn't have it, he'll make something that'll do
But the thing that keeps them coming back ain't nails or cans of paint
It's the way old Eddie listens like a blue-collar saint
[chorus]
He'll fix your leaky faucet, fix your squeaky door
But he'll also fix the heavy things you didn't come in for
A broken heart, a troubled kid, a marriage on the rocks
Eddie's got a remedy for every kind of knocks
So here's a hymn for hardware stores and the men who keep them true
The ones who fix the world, one conversation, one bolt, one screw
[verse 2]
He gave Jimmy Thompson his first job at the age of twelve
Taught him how to measure twice and how to trust himself
When the Wilson girl was crying by the paint chip wall
He handed her a tissue and said, darling, you stand tall
The mayor tried to buy him out to build a parking lot
Eddie said, this store's a living thing and it cannot be bought
Some things are worth more than the profit that they bring
Some places are a church without the choir that sings
[chorus]
He'll fix your leaky faucet, fix your squeaky door
But he'll also fix the heavy things you didn't come in for
A broken heart, a troubled kid, a marriage on the rocks
Eddie's got a remedy for every kind of knocks
So here's a hymn for hardware stores and the men who keep them true
The ones who fix the world, one conversation, one bolt, one screw
[bridge]
Now Eddie's getting on, his hands don't grip as tight
But he opens up at seven and he locks up every night
Because a town without its pillars is just a pile of ground
And Eddie's Hardware is the heartbeat, is the sound
[chorus]
He'll fix your leaky faucet, fix your squeaky door
But he'll also fix the heavy things you didn't come in for
A broken heart, a troubled kid, a marriage on the rocks
Eddie's got a remedy for every kind of knocks
So here's a hymn for hardware stores and the men who keep them true
The ones who fix the world, one conversation, one bolt, one screw
[outro]
Eddie's Hardware, Fifth and Main
Come rain or shine, through the joy and pain
The bell still rings
Eddie's still there
