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Call of the Wild

from Out in the Boonies​.​.​. by Greg Steps

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Hit a low note
Playing on
My saxophone
The conductor
Tapped his baton
On the stand
And cleared his throat
Words were spoken
And we almost
Came to blows
Got shown the door
Before the big
Civic-flower show

Started dancing
In my quiet
Suburban street
All the neighbours gathered
Just to stop
And stare at me
Eyes full of wonder
Green with jealousy
They hated me
But I’d hate me too
If I couldn’t
Dance like me

Answer to no one
Like a wayward child
The only thing I answer to
Is the call of the wild

I got a job
Working in a factory
I entertained myself
And we got on famously
I set fire
To the plant machinery
I watched the flames
Climb higher
As the ash
Caught on the breeze

Walked to the station
Barefoot in the rain
Stood dripping wet
On the platform
Waiting for my train
The stationmaster
Was in a dream
A million miles away
I broke in
Drank from his tea
And announced over the PA

Answer to no one
Like a wayward child
The only thing I answer to
Is the call of the wild

Years pass slowly
Like shadows
Long and drawn
Just a couple of
Old timers with
Their memories in store
There’s a house
Down the street from me
With manicured lawns
I think they’re
out of town this week
Let dusk become the dawn

For you can take the boy
From the wild
But not the wild
From the boy
And there’s a big world
Out there for us
That we are yet
To destroy
Let age not weary me
In this my final ploy
And let the reckless
Art of thunder
Carry me unto the void

Answer to no one
Like a wayward child
The only thing I answer to
Is the call of the wild

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from Out in the Boonies​.​.​., released July 14, 2022
Greg Steps: Vocals, guitars, piano, organ, bass, harmonica

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Greg Steps Melbourne, Australia

Greg Steps is an indie-folk singer songwriter living in Naarm/ Melbourne. Teaching himself guitar as a teenager on his dad’s Yamaha acoustic, he developed a love for singing, ultimately revealing a distinctive, homespun voice. Aided by his inherently watchful eye and vivid imagination, he has forged a body of songs that are sophisticated, poetic and timeless. ... more

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