Sensible Shoes and Action Slacks

from Terry's Patreon Bedroom Demos

Sensible Shoes and Action Slacks

from Bedroom Demo #71

Words and Music by Terry Scott Taylor
©2018 Shape of Air Music

I was drivin' by the welfare line
When I decided to go for broke
And thread the eye of a needle
With a camel-load of rope
Dear, you did what you had to do
So I could do what I loved to do
But my appetite for dread was fed
When I heard from you
You said "We need to talk"
I thought "Not good..well, not 'never,'
Hardly ever"

I'm takin' off my sensible shoes
And putting on my action slacks
I plan to add another thrilling chapter to the book of Acts
I'd rather choke in the smoke of a pipe dream
Than get crushed by the weight of facts
I'm takin' off my sensible shoes
And puttin' on my action slacks

I watch a syncopated dashboard dance
(that little lady's hula never gets old)
She's keeping time to the great Miles Davis
Who was too young to be so old
I'm told he did what he had to do
So he could do what he loved to do
And thru the radio speaker's blue mood fog
His smokey voice came through
He said "We need to talk"
I thought "That's good…or it's not,
I was never a go getter"

I'm takin' off my sensible shoes
And putting on my action slacks
\I plan to add another thrilling chapter to the book of Acts
I'd rather choke in the smoke of a pipe dream
Than get crushed by the weight of facts
I'm takin' off my sensible shoes
And puttin' on my action slacks

It's time for Scully to call the game
I turn my radio down from "stun"
'Cuz his kind of beautiful music
Needs no bass and drum
He tells me "I agree with brother Miles,
You gotta do what you love, with style
And before I read the stats, son
You gotta pick up the ball and bat, son.
No more talk."
I thought "That's good. Very good"
Now I'm

Takin' off my sensible shoes
And putting on my action slacks
I plan to add another thrilling chapter to the book of Acts
I'd rather choke in the smoke of a pipe dream
Than get crushed by the weight of facts
I'm takin' off my sensible shoes….

Takin' off my sensible shoes
Puttin' on my action slacks
I'd rather choke in the smoke of a pipe dream
Than get crushed by the weight of facts

Takin' off my sensible shoes
Puttin' on my action slacks

Takin' off my
Sensible shoes
Puttin' on my
Action slacks

Soon will come the silent years
Spent waiting for the kingdom come
We'll be woken from the sleep that sanctifies
By the pounding of celestial drums
And we'll take off our worn out shoes
And put on our action slacks

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