Ten-Millimeter Friend
Take B delivers a deliberate, country-shuffle tempo with spoken-word verses that underline the tragicomic search for lost tools.
The stories behind Ten-Millimeter Friend
- A Gritty Outlaw Shuffle for the Missing Socket — Take B delivers a deliberate, country-shuffle tempo with spoken-word verses that underline the tragicomic search for lost tools.
- Hunting the Fugitive of the Biomed Toolbox — When mobile imaging chassis swallow hardware, Ten-Millimeter Friend captures the universal comedy of missing hand tools.
Lyrics
Gather round the bench, boys.
I'm gonna tell you the tale of the one that got away.
The fugitive of the toolbox. bucks.
I bought a fresh set of chrome, vanadium, steel
with a ratchet and drive and an ergonomic feel.
Laid them in the phone numbered 1 through 15
The prettiest sockets that you ever had seen
Worked on a mobile
CR in that afternoon
Underneath the light of a harvest moon
Went to pack my roll as the darkness grew
And there was an empty hole between 9 and 2
It wasn't the 11
It wasn't the 8, it was the 10mm that met with its fate
Swallowed by the chassis, gone into the void
Leaving every biomet completely destroyed
Where did you wander?
Ten millimeter friend
Lost in the bowels
Of the casing bin
Did you roll in the motor?
Did you slide in the frame?
There ain't a mechanic who don't curse your name
And I long to run across the shop floor
Never to be seen in the toolbox no more
Right on the 10 mil ride through the dust
Leaving your brothers behind in the rust
I took an inspection mirror and a magnet on a stick
Probed through the darkness of the case and thick
Shined my flashlight through the wiring nest I'll see
you next time. face
Pulled out my fingers, what did I find?
A washer and a paperclip left behind
Where did you wander?
Ten millimeter friend
Lost in the bowels
Of the casing bin
Did you roll in the motor?
Did you slide in the frame?
There ain't a botanic who don't curse your name
And how long a run across the shop floor
Never to be seen in the toolbox no more
Ride on a 10 mil ride through the dust
Leaving your brothers behind in the rust
Some say it hopped a freight train bound for
El Paso Some say it's living in a magnetic field in
Chicago
All I know is I had to buy a seven pack of 10 mils at the auto store.
And six of them are already missing.
Where did you wander?
Ten millimeter frame
Lost in the bowels of the casing bin
Did you roll in the motor?
Did you slide in the frame?
There ain't a mechanic
who don't curse your name
An outlaw on the run across the shop floor
Never to be seen in the toolbox no more
Right on 10 mil, right through the dust
Leaving your brothers behind in the rust
rest in peace 10 mil wherever
you're hiding probably right where I look first
