Better Get in Line

by Max Runham

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1.
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]
2.
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
3.
Chugging 03:08
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
4.
Traditional 03:40
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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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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Max Runham England, UK

Singer-songwriter from Kent. Gigging in London with my 4 piece band. Playing Folk-Rock/Soul jams. Upbeat, lyric-driven, vibe-tastic bangers.

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