Take it in your stride
It moves into all that’s right
A little fantasy of a simple sight of a restless night
Take
Me
Out
Back drafts and sad laughs
Relationships that don't last
Seems like its hopeless, hobos and homeless
Picking out the chicken make sure the shit is boneless
I never know which ways, what , mite the feather blows
Kill it with a cool breeze chill with the Navajo
Kill it with pick up sticks and the banjos.... And the hand goes
Funny how time flies, without the real goodbyes
In the end it’s all the same
No good comes from pointing blame
We’re not here for long, and you’ve been gone
So It’s time I walk away
I’ll take myself out
Kraken wakes its hard to take
These fantasies , fans for me
Burning up my calories
Why working up the salaries
Apologies, for stepping on your toes
When I'm creeping with the crows
When I flows like a runny nose
Cabin creeks, down bellow!
Hell no, no show , done with hard part
Spitting out bones, like a pit bull guard dog
Fill in the dark parts, worn out like carhartts
Walking all alone with no lights in the car park
Funny how time flies, without the real goodbyes
In the end it’s all the same
No good comes from pointing blame
We’re not here for long, and you’ve been gone
So It’s time I walk away
I’ll take myself out
Bad acting with holes our plot line
Hearts open yet never seen a flat line
Taking liberties be sure to watch your back mind
Stacked lines, that's fine, we always had the best time
It don't matter when your tongue tied and stammering
You still manage, to kick and take a hammering
Yet I’m still standing ,caught with my hand in
The biscuit jar, with sadistic scars
Heart on my sleeve imprisoned by ballistic bars
Good god how you made me laugh
Funny how time flies, without the real goodbyes
In the end it’s all the same
No good comes from pointing blame
We’re not here for long, and you’ve been gone
So It’s time I walk away
I’ll take myself out
Take
Me
Out
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