I confess that every path I follow
Makes me question all the untold
Nothing more misleading, than a road that can be seething with a phantom feeling on your own
No fire or ice just a slowly closing vice
Open eyes can see the reason why
They want us to stumble, as we slowly fumble our way and just ignore
Selling sea shells down by the sea shore
Says we're broke but says we can be cool
When she's broke she means in a physical way
It's the Demon's, huh, they like to visit us hey
Removed keystones never had to leave home
Queen bees not dead she's just dethroned
Holes in her shoes, in heart, in her sole
Everybody left, everybody had to go
You came this far you can do it on your own
Is it love, is it luck, is it lust, is it home.
So get by spilling hearts in blues bars
Slit your wrist now you're left with two scars
The tides high so you best just move fast
Let go nuts, go Dutch lets spread it out
Now calm down, slow down while I let it out
Home grown, mute phone While I yell and shout
I'm stuck between a rock n a hard place
Split lips never good with metallic taste
Lay theses flowers down, lay em down to waste
Grave stones hold bones in a lonely case
We no longer stand and call in one voice
Let’s not forget that you still have the full choice
Tired of the meeting and the blind way its repeating just to try and shut us out some more
Now’s the time to look at all our options
Only so many ways a person can learn
I’m beginning to see that all I need is now and somehow it’s so simple to let your mind turn
Picked with the-pickled peppers, Down with the half steppers
Stuck in a wind tunnel chilling with a dead leper
And now she's killing me softly with her love letters
Ball point pens cause stains on my best sweater
Touch drift wood your never need to float again
It's been a long time since I had to gloat within
Come on truly did you really have to go with him
It don't add up the maths don't stack up
She's not depressed she's mad with her back up
Looking through her eye the worlds in a sepia tone
Broke bones mend better when sleeping alone
Save the last dance like a weak chick flick
Played on the chance she might be sea sick
Hey now, here's a sick little secret
Let's hold hands and jump off at the same time
Love never dies let's end with a lame line
I'm stuck between a rock n a hard place
Split lips never good with metallic taste
Lay theses flowers down, lay em down to waste
Grave stones hold bones in a lonely case
credits
from Small Town Echoes,
released April 27, 2015
Written by Small Town Echoes.
Small Town Echoes are:
Peter Clark - Vocals
Kassia Gawronski - Vocals / Keys
Luke Metcalf - Guitar
Dieter Eichorn - Bass
Tom Metcalf - Drums / Samples / Vocals
Sailor of the high seas, cereal eater and lo-fi musician Rob Bethell has produced a whole heap load of experimental, tongue in cheek music ... well worth checking out.x Small Town Echoes
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