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Burne Holiday - Upstanding Young Gentlemen

  1. “Old News”

    (J.R. Edelmann/C.G. Furlong II)

    Running into a brick wall, wishing it would only give me a break
    You know I’m in it for the long haul, but there’s only so much I can take
    Can’t sleep in on the weekends, because sleep is for the week
    If that’s not good enough for you I’ll press my tongue into my cheek

    You might have heard this one before

    I’m drawing a blank
    I’m running on fumes
    It’s always something else
    That I’m trying to prove
    But between me, myself and I…
    It’s old news

    First in line at the watering hole, but I think I’ve had my fill
    My mind’s been doing backflips, while I sit completely still
    You might have heard this one before

  2. “Push”

    (J.R. Edelmann)

    Bitter coffee and fluorescent lights
    Hanging heads and tired eyes
    Are waiting at the end of the line

    Should have, could have, would have been
    Can’t go backwards, can’t do it again
    But I can’t keep it off my mind…

    Kill the lights
    Go for a drive
    You never know how deep the water is
    Until you take a dive
    Kick the stone
    Off the cliff
    You never know how far the bottom is
    Not without a push

    Shaking branches on the family tree
    Rotten apples shouldn’t spoil the seed
    At least that’s how it seems to me

    I’m afraid I have some bad news
    Someone went ahead and lit the fuse and
    All we have is gasoline

  3. “Voyager”

    (J.R. Edelmann/J.A. Masís)

    Try and get your head around it
    Looking for the strings that bound it
    Interstellar prospector
    Sifting through the cosmic dust
    Separating gold frum rust

    A burst, a spark, an astral arc
    A portal to the infinite awaits
    Like candles blown, a star implodes
    All without a sound, without a trace

    Looking through a tunneled lens
    The fringes where your vision bends
    Fourth dimension voyager,
    You were not cut out for this
    Mapping out the galaxy’s abyss

    Future roads are paved in red
    Curious these things you’ve said
    Planetary pioneer
    Tell us when your goal is near
    This is not the last we’ll hear

  4. “Metamorphosis”

    (J.R. Edelmann/C.G. Furlong II/ J.A. Masís/N.S. Tyrell)

    It’s hard to balance the equation
    The only constant is change
    One last look at my surroundings
    Before they’re all rearranged

    You have got to be kidding
    Don’t force me to choose
    It’s not the chance I’ve been given
    It’s the chances I lose

    I used to be a human being
    But now I feel caught in between
    All these things I’ll come to miss
    A part of metamorphosis

    Everything’s in its right place
    But it all seems so strange
    I’m looking in from the outside
    My life’s been rearranged

    The more I learn, the less I know
    I want another wisdom tooth
    Ignorance isn’t bliss
    But neither is the truth

    I used to be a human being
    But now I feel caught in between
    All these things I’ll come to miss
    A man in metamorphosis

  5. “Wait”

    (J.R. Edelmann)

    Wait for the world to crash and burn
    Wait for the river and the turn
    Wait for tomorrow
    Because tomorrow never knows

    Wait for the pledge in the prestige
    Wait patiently upon your knees
    You could wait forever
    And it still may never come

    If it’s time we’re after, it’s time we’ve lost

    We’d all love to turn back the clocks
    We’d kill for a guarantee
    But as the consolation prize
    Take in everything you see
    We’d all love a second chance
    Hell, I’d even ask for three
    But as a consolation prize
    Take in everything you see
    Take in everything you…

    Wait for Godot, he’ll be here soon
    Wait for the Iceman, he’ll come too
    Wait for salvation
    But you cannot save the time

    Wait, I think you should be here now
    Wait, there is silver in this cloud
    Don’t shake your hourglass
    Put it back up on the shelf

    If it’s time we’re after, it’s time we’ve lost

  6. “Rero”

    (J.R. Edelmann/C.G. Furlong II)

    Get three coffins ready ‘cause I always shoot to kill
    Three pulls on the trigger and that’s one, two, three holes to fill
    Don’t turn around to reload, watch your back
    Don’t turn around to reload, because if you do, then I will shoot you down

    If you shoot aim for the heart
    ‘cause I don’t stop once I start
    If you shoot aim for the heart
    ‘cause I don’t stop once I …start

    Fat stack of government paper clenched tightly in my fist
    Is just an added bonus to the fact I still exist
    Don’t turn around to reload, you son of a bitch
    Don’t turn around to reload, because I can see your trigger finger itch

    Around to reload (I’ve got ice in my veins)
    Around to reload (You’re coming into my range)
    Around to reload (I’ve got ice in my veins)
    Around to reload, hey hey yeah

  7. “Static”

    (J.R. Edelmann/C.G. Furlong II)

    No matter what I say
    You carry on the same
    In one ear but out the other
    Why do I bother?

    No one’s to blame
    For feeling strange
    That wasn’t my aim so hear me out
    It’s me you doubt

    It’s so nice to finally hear your voice
    Cut right through the static interlude

    A penny for your thoughts
    You look sort of lost
    Our wires got crossed and tangled up
    The line’s been cut

    An empty stare
    At things that aren’t there
    A momentary lapse of reason
    Is madness in season?

“This is actually not bad.”
Studio Engineer
“I would illegally download this.”
Cory’s Mother
“I can honestly say that wasn’t annoying.”
Frat Member
“This was included free with the purchase of my bath mat.”
Swedish Furniture Shopper
“By definition, this is music.”
Music Critic