A Few Things Songtext
von The Herd

I′m no muscle, my soul, but I'll die chasing this passion
Intrigued by the guise of Charlie Chaplin
Uncle Satchmo who picks me up when I′m down
Softly but it makes me reach for that higher ground
Strive for appropriateness, avoid appropriating

Juggle commitments, can't leave folks waiting
This game of Tetris, stack a block to fit
If only I could crack the code and get on top of it
I'm no gambler but I placed my chips in this bet some time ago

Looked right, but took the left road
Try my best to focus on the job that pays the bills
Keep my shit in check and multitask and get my fill
Got that ever-present itch to scratch, don′t need much
Delirious, ′cause I just can't switch off
Against the grain is all I know and so I′m trudging
Mountain of things that I really must do, go


I got a few things I must do
Running out of time's nothing new
I got a few things I must do
Got no choice but to push on through
I got a few things I must do
Running out of time′s nothing new
I got a few things I must do
Got no choice but to push on through

Yeah, I know I've been a little absent
I can see that my tyres lost traction
Living in a see-saw like fashion
Part of me is compelled to seek the action
What it is is moderated chaos and I

Maybe I could tame with a day off
A fire walk with the hot coals under me
I wonder if the company′s keeping me comfortably

The greyhound runs ragged for the rabbit
And I never even got to think of changing up the habit
Well I laid a blanket, sat back while the world kept on
I waved at 'em, you can all get gone
And if it lasted a moment, it lasted a week
Only know that I'm back up on my feet
I′ll defer to the corners and the curves that the city life earns
But right now I′m keeping up with the turns


I got a few things I must do
Running out of time's nothing new
I got a few things I must do
Got no choice but to push on through
I got a few things I must do
Running out of time′s nothing new
I got a few things I must do
Got no choice but to push on through

The other day I opened up this box from years ago
Like a pirate who had stumbled on a treasure trove
You never know how far back the paper trail goes
Cross-continental, elemental as the saying goes

Tapes and videos, heaps of mates I didn't know
That I would drift apart from, never have to start from scratch

Like saying hi to your perfect match
When the plans that you made then didn′t quite hatch
Looking for the magic key that fits this latch
Not just a matter always of striking up a match
And hoping to see fire
Catch that wire and swing to what you desire
Now it's been a quiet patch, it′s back to the grindstone
Chase up some leads across a couple of time zones
I've been minding my own, now I'm tired of the view
And I′ve got a few things that I really must do

I got a few things I must do
Running out of time′s nothing new
I got a few things I must do
Got no choice but to push on through

I got a few things I must do
I got a few things I must do
I got a few things I must do
I got a few things I must do
I got no choice but to push on through