Better Get in Line

by Max Runham

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released April 21, 2018

Vocals / Acoustic Guitar - Max Runham
Electric Guitar - Silas Wyatt-Barke
Piano - Sheridan Lloyd
Clarinet - Alex Tosh
Harmonica - Giles King
Saxophone - Louis Schultz-Wiremu
Trumpet - Sam Warner
BV's - Max Runham & Helena Fox & Sue Ryding
Bass - Daniel Carter-Hope
Double Bass - TJ Holmes
Drums - Adam Langstaff

Written by Max Runham

Produced and arranged
by Max Runham and Oliver Vibrans.

Mixed by Oliver Vibrans.

Mastered by Blacklisted Mastering.

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Track Name: Better Get in Line
Silly boy came home for dinner
Had a matchbox full of cocaine in a slipper
Gets to it while mum says "Bub's getting thinner"
And swears he's losing that spark.

Clutch straws get free of this pickle
Tries out crackin' wise and a tickle
But he ain't got enough soul left for a giggle
Those eyes ever getting more dark.

Chuck a little bit down, get down
Getting up feel a little bit rough
Take a sip of that cup, feel a little more tough
No one's there to say "enough"
Seems they're up there doing other stuff.

Catch a violent streak by the horns
Seems a bit nicer to the touch than the thorns
But it won't be long til the family mourns
For a kid they knew a while back.

Won't help to calm suspicion
When he's got few friends and half don't listen
And he's never dry long enough to feel what's missing
Or sense he's slipping off track.

Chuck a little more down, get down
Getting up, feel a little bit strange
Your ways can range
From a simple exchange, to the bursts of rage
Ain'tchyer fault they're on another page.


[Chorus]
If you catch him hitting that high
Good luck breaking that stride
He's got herds of traffic, set straight for the attic
Better get in line.
[x2]


[Instrumental]


No hope when one can't see it
He's got the cure hooked onto the being
But who could blame those favouring fleeing
Over standing up to their task.

Starts swell then dreams get chased
Keeps going, what a waste
When each great night keeps getting replaced
With this hell-bent, moribund farce.

What a shame, that boy seemed sweet
That spirit loved to keep it upbeat
One swift retreat back to the backseat
Shuffle through and repeat
Not fit for handling the heat.


[Chorus]
If you catch him hitting that high
Good luck breaking that stride
He's got herds of traffic, set straight for the attic
Better get in line.
[x2]
Track Name: Mars and the Moon
We’re thrown into life
and we run and play
Grow a little taller
We learn and we say
This world’s pretty big
and I’m pretty small
But there’s a world full of spaces
and a place for us all.

I wait and I wonder
Where will I fit in?
When this life’s a haystack
and I’m just a pin
I’ve spent my life learning
Awaiting the day
I’ll find out one day.


[Chorus]
I’m not one to assume
But I think that I found out too soon
And If time can tell one thing, it tells it to you
But it’s hard to say something
When you’re wrapped around Mars and the Moon.


A place in the limelight
A place in the dirt
One man you’ll cherish
One you will hurt
Thousands of voices all rolled into one
It’s hard to say something
When it’s said to no one.


[Chorus]
I’m not one to assume
But I think that I found out too soon
And If time can tell one thing, it tells it to you
But it’s hard to say something
When you’re wrapped around Mars and the Moon
Track Name: Chugging
Shacked up with this painting thinking
"He must've been cool"
Displaying your day must take up
A whole lot of your school
Who crafted? Your staff did
Sweep your loving right under the carpet.

No love for the tailor, no sir
Jump into your suit
No love for the tree that bears it
Go gobble your fruit
No lasting, swift passing
Take a cheap chunk of the gold you're masking.

You're drumming up breakneck business
Why care for the truth?
Your friends can guard your desires
Let no flies on you
Dies through the way
You're prepared to play
Chugging on through.


Nose set on one way to make it
Whatever that means
Guns strapped to my side, I'm flaking
Hike's buckled my knees
Drive stays in my phases
Slogging it up to my peak takes ages.

Half set on some dream I'm chasing
Half set for the hills
Part says I'm scrapping my love for the sake of collecting skill
Guides pave the way
But none can hold the weight as I...


[Chorus]
Spied on my need for rising up
Dirt on the seed seems fair enough
And though I cover it up
My heart seems set on the love


Sell something and make it worthy
What good are the free?
Stuck one side of one fence and ain't seeing no green
Misplacing my taste has taken it's toll on tongues and chases.


To the riddle of time
Give me one swig of a sign
Am I still chugging on right towards falling in line?
As I hanker for sense
I get down-right lost in expense
So brand my days 'ill spent'
As the same scene, ducking out see's me...


[Chorus]
Spy on my need for rising up
Dirt on the seed seems fair enough
And though I cover it up
My heart seems set on the love

Spied on my need for rising up
Dirt on the seed seems fair enough
And though I cover it up
My heart seems set on the love
Track Name: Traditional
It’s all traditional
Matters of the principle
We’re all too scared to move the funds
All crusty, justify this rusty way that you can stick to your guns.

It’s all positional
Placement is conditional
Depends on what you’re putting in
Countless orders, for lining up the borders
Neatening the edge of your sin.

We’re all sheep to stuff
Some give stuff an uppercut
And take back room to play
Cos I’ve heard enough
Rules from pompous blubber guts
With far too much to say.


[Chorus]
If you’ve got problems with what you see
Take it out on yourself
Cos I’m bathing in ecstasy
Ready to drink to your health.


[Instrumental]


A huge clump of you
Voted on a point of view
Glazed over, looking out
One way to enter into day
You're clogging up the tip of the spout.

No need for rushing it
Gradually tease the cusp of this
Potential way to get along
I’m itching, to spark a stint of switching
Up the way you're singing your song.

We all have a choice
Smashing all the other toys
To make up some for free
To make another voice
Stand against the other boys
Who tell you who to be.


[Chorus]
If you’ve got problems with what you see
Take it out on yourself
Cos I’m bathing in ecstasy
Ready to drink to your health.

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