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You're On Fire
03:22
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It’s time to shine
You burn your light
Through hopeless nights
With hopeful eyes
You been denied
A hundred times
You’re on the line
You’re on fire
You wanna go to space
I wanna go to space 2
High in a brand new place
Hi isekai truck-kun
No need to wear your heart
Right on your sleeve all sewn in
I don’t care what you want
I’m never soft spoken
Fate better turn my way
Want to forget some things
I don’t care if it’s fake
Don’t care if I’m wandering
Save me a holiday
Save me a different motion
High off a brand new wave
High diving in the ocean
You been denied
A hundred times
You’re on the line
You’re on fire
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2. |
Diazepam
05:25
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I never wear a suit to fly business class
So wonder how I get my stacks
My heart is in economy with no bags
I’ll always be your third best lover
Superman 2006
Playing on a headrest
I’m never at my best when I’m in the sky
Your name is on my list
Show you all my bestest tricks
I would be the worstest father
Flying high up in
Plane that wouldn’t land
Might take a Valium
Or Diazepam
Might take a Benzo
Or a Motrin
Or a vitamin
Or Diazepam
Might take a Tylenol
Or a Clariten
Nitroglicerin
Or Diazepam
Might take a Sudafed
Or some Lithium
Robitussin
Or Diazepam
And I wake up on the ground
And there’s no one else around
Heading to the airport lounge
Am I wasting time
Yeah I’m wasting time
At the Rodeo Hotel
Where you think you might as well
Get a go at giving hell
You’ve done wonderful
Though you got a demon’s soul
Go to sleep back on the ground
‘Cause there’s no one else around
Gamble big and win your way
To a higher status
And a ticket to the live or die
Just fly
My wings span wide
Angel in the sky
There’s a sun up high
Burns a hole inside
All the lights so warm
I gotta join the swarm
There’s a lie shines through
The whole and part of you
Well I watch my life
Lit on a silver scrim
When the backlights dim
You won’t get a lick of him
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3. |
Concrete Shoes
03:55
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You try
To live a private life
Hold your own inside your waltz
Like Ray Kroc
Now you’re singing you a different tune
Try to hide that you’re walking in concrete shoes
I try to make sense of my heart beating fast
Why does my heart beat fast
I take an aspirin for a quick fix
And then I choke on it
Never made a lick of sense
That everyone I ever knew
Just couldn’t see the evidence
I swallow my pride
Grab my regrets
Hang them to dry
The line outside
Now you’re singing you a different tune
Ain’t it good that you’re walking in concrete shoes
So I’m at the afterparty
You’re not too jazzed to see me
You know I don’t crash easy
Got locked in the model home
You found a way to phone home
We took that left in Stockholm
You try
To live a righteous life
Hold your own inside your faults
Like Jesus
Now you’re singing you a different tune
Try to hide that you’re walking in concrete shoes
Yeah you’re singing you a different tune
Ain’t it funny you’re walking in concrete shoes
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4. |
Spaces
04:18
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In space they can’t hear you scream
You’ll never hit the screen
Until you throw your TV away
Hop a boat or a classic car
But you won’t get too far
Because you drank all the gasoline
Move to L.A. and become a bartender
When you drink hard liquor
Become a pariah
Take a dive down a shooting star
Maybe thrive in part
Until you throw it away again
So many shivers from the cold
Too many seasons to adore
So many places
So many spaces
If there’s a roof
I’ve raised it
Too many choices
Too many voices
Driving new
Rolls Royces
So much drama
Too many Mamas
Not coming home
To Papa
So many places
So many spaces
If there’s a sign
I’ve made it
I’m where space is
Take my body downtown
Lead me to the streetlight
Never thought so hard
About an exit ramp
Get your blue jeans out
Mix them in with the whites
Never thought so long
About a rescue plan
Get your sticker to vote
Get your brand new flow
Get your whole damn
Office in a frenzy now
Get your hologram rights
Get your new male life
Get a blue dance going
In the green room
May you always be mean
May you always be right
May you hop the
Line to your salvation
May is coming in stride
There’ll be storms all night
Hurricanes a hell
Of a vacation
So many places left to go
Oh so much love left on the road
So many shivers from the cold
Too many seasons to adore
So many places
So many spaces
If there’s a roof
I’ve raised it
Too many choices
Too many voices
Driving new
Rolls Royces
So much drama
Too many Mamas
Not coming home
To Papa
So many places
So many spaces
If there’s a sign
I’ve made it
I’m where space is
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Movies
08:30
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Best things in life
Aren’t free
You and me
Our movie
The best people
Got to hide
They run their lives
No sunshine
We can do anything that we want to
Nothing’s playing tonight
Nothing’s playing tonight
Nothing’s playing tonight
Nothing’s playing tonight
We good
I will not complain
Try another name
I will feel no pain
You live life like a type right
Whiskey and a typewrite
Living for the sunlight
Nothing’s playing tonight
That’s alright
We do anything that we want to
We use any name that we got to
Give our own damn
Make our own plans too
Nothing’s playing tonight
Nothing’s playing tonight
Nothing’s playing tonight
Nothing’s playing tonight
Nothing’s playing tonight
Nothing’s playing tonight
Nothing’s playing tonight
Nothing’s playing tonight
I don’t watch movies
No I don’t like pretending
We ditch the picture show
We both know the ending
We live our life like fools
We will never run away
We’re living like cartoons
I know where to run away
R.I.P. my favorite show
You know I’m only grieving
I hate to see you go
I love to watch you leaving
I like a painted tomb
You will never run away
I said we’re living like cartoons
We’ve got to run away
I miss nine holidays
You know I’m only dreaming
I like to see you go
I love to watch you leaving
I’ll shiver out at sea
They’ll make it into a movie
I’ll throw it all away
I’ve got to run away
Try to let you know
Try to be receiving
I love to watch you go
I hate to see you leaving
Shake your blues away
Head out on the highway
I’ll miss twelve holidays
Oh I’ve got to
I’ve got to
I’ve got to run away
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6. |
See It All
04:24
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Well you know that I know that you’re stuff ain’t been selling
I know that you know how to figure it out
You were born in the sign of the glorious Cancer
And your moon is a Scorpio, figure it out
You gonna figure it out
You gonna figure out
Born in the Noughties when confidence gambled
And a hill of a fall was the thrill of it all
You were peaking outside your old bedroom window
But you couldn’t see at all
You would thrill em all
You would shake em all up
You were comfortable
You could make it all up
But you couldn’t see at all
You coulda had the world
But you gave it all up
‘Cause you couldn’t see at all
No you couldn’t see it all
There are times that I find that loneliness crumbles
There are times that I loom and there’s times that I bloom
And the way that I feel when my footing stumbles
Got to hold onto you
Got to hold onto you
And your washing your hands
As I’m setting the table
And you sit at place one
As I sit at space two
Long as I know that we can be happy together
For as long as I’m around we can see it all together
For as long as you know that we’re happy together
I’ve got to hold onto you
And we can see it all
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7. |
Glow Up
03:25
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You dress in a suit and tie
To simulate your agency
I dress in my mothers eyes
To keep you far away from me
Scuttle off somewhere alone
With far too great an urgency
You can depend on me
You Barbie girl, you Semper Fi
So my femboy aquamarine
I know how you love to fight
Someday you'll get your law degree
Swagger to the open bar
A headshot with that twisted tea
You can depend on me
Do you wanna fight me
Do you want your life
Do you wanna find peace
I’ll give you one last try
You know where to find me
In the yellow brights
Streetlight glow up
Give me mine tonight
I’m so sorry
There's no Ferrari
You tried to play me
You mighta got me
We mighta had peace
But you forgot your saints
Now you rest in peace
While I'm firing blanks
They could fire tom hanks
For a racist tweet
You a tasteless freak
On a star trek fleet
I got no Bugatti
Holes in soles
And I don't have hot feet
Now I'm in the hot seat
One eye blind
White guy monopoly
No I’d never lie to you
Darling I just died for you
Hope is for the wise
Fear is for the scarred
I wanna crash God’s car
Do you wanna fight me
Do you want your life
Do you wanna find peace
I’ll give you one last try
You know where to find me
In the yellow brights
Streetlight glow up
Give me mine tonight
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8. |
Hold My Beer
04:53
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Spring is here
Spring is here
Hold my beer
You gotta hide my beer
I got these hunger pangs
In these hurricanes
I got eccentric feels
I got to hide my heels
Here in your atmosphere
You gotta hold my beer
I’m in your gravitas
Do you hit play or pause
Out with the midnight sphere
You gotta hold my beer
Do you get no applause
Do you FM or saws
You go from smiles to tears
You gotta hold my beer
Sugarcane baby is nothing but scent
You know the hard way we play pretend
Hurricane lady you are my friend
You know our love go into the deep end
I sent a little dosh
You couldn’t split the cost
I had the spirit to still say hello
You had a place to rush
No I got nothing for you pretty baby
Just walk away from here
Spring is here
I’m here
Sugarcane baby is nothing but scent
You know the hard way we play pretend
Hurricane lady you are my friend
You know our love go into the deep end
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9. |
Space 2
03:51
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It’s a sin
Against your fellow man
To bail on all your friends
Then have their backs again
It’s a crime
To work on your own dime
You gotta take a stand
You better bite the hand
You better shoot for the stars
Before you go too far
You better fight for your man
Heard he’s about 5’10”
You better shoot for the moon
Before you’re gone too soon
You better try it again
You gotta reach the end
You gotta shoot for the moon
Just need a lucky strike
It’s what I’m waiting for
Just need a lucky strike
It’s what I’m praying for
And if you would close your eyes
Then I could play it for you
Just need a lucky night
Forever then forever
It’s a sin
Against your fellow man
To bail on all your friends
Then have their backs again
It’s a crime
To work on your own dime
You gotta take a stand
You better bite the hand
You better shoot for the stars
Before you go too far
You better fight for your man
Heard he’s about 5’10”
You better shoot for the moon
Before you’re gone too soon
You better try it again
You gotta reach the end
You gotta shoot for the moon
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Jeff Burgess Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania
“Jeff Burgess is a musical chameleon, and a pretty talented one at that…overflowing with fun and energy and a pure, raw confidence.” - Margaret Welsh, Pittsburgh City Paper
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