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Apology

Crushed

Slik Helvetika Hafnium

The Story Of My Life

Dream City

Shut You Down

On this episode of The Balcony Show, we are bringing you the amazing Grammy-winning, Rock Hall of Famer Chris Jasper! Tune in starting this Monday at 8:00 pm EST on DJC Radio Global! Dankrupt is our Spotlight guest with Emily Noel. Tune in for another funtastic show! This week’s hashtag? 
#300sounds

Chris Jasper

My Way Home Lyrics
Well, I think she loves me, but I know that she’ll be gone tomorrow
And I suppose I love her even though I know that things are different now
And I like to say, “Just to get along, I’ve had to beg and steal and Lord knows all I’ve borrowed,”
And I like to say that it’s because my Uncle Sam he doesn’t love me anyhow
And it’s as such I left where I come from to find my way home

And I love the sunrise, but ain’t seen one touch the sky since Colorado
Too many sunrise have got me feeling so much older now
And I like the moonlight in your eyes, a light in the dark, as we lay in the grass and love and I know
There’s a little rain in the air, but we wouldn’t let that stop us from dancin’ anyhow
For just another night, we’ll push through the storm, to find our way home

And I think she loves me, but I know that she’ll be gone before tomorrow
And I suppose I love her, even though we both know that things are different now
And I like to say, “Since she’s be gone, I’ve found myself, a man wandering, lost in the darkness”
She left a letter layin’ on the ledge, it said, “boy, you know we never woulda made it anyhow”
It said, “Good mornin’, boy, you know I love you, but I’ve gone back home”
It said, “Good mornin’, boy, you know I love you, but I’ve gone back home”

Credits:
Simon George: Rhythm Guitar, Lead Guitar, Lead Vocals
Simon George Music is available on all major music outlets or you can 
Follow on Instagram @simongeorgemusic and on Facebook https://www.facebook.com/simongeorgemusic/ 
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Robert Hudson: Bass Guitar, Rhythm Guitar, Lead Engineer, Lead Producer
https://www.facebook.com/robert.hudson.758737 

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Andrew Kahl: Drums, Percussion
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Spencer Garland: Organ, Piano, Keys
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Robert Gay: Trumpet 
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Maggie Reed: Background Vocals 
Matt Scibilia: Assistant Engineer 
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02. My Way Home

"Big Sunglasses"

Written and Produced by Kevin Burke and Griffin Emerson
Performed by Kevin Burke*
*Violin and Viola by Gabe Gladstein  
Mixed by Griffin Emerson
Mastered by Rob Kleiner
Art Concept by Kevin Burke

Mgmt: 
Blair Shulman - blair.shulman@gmail.com 
Christian McKnight - xchristianfirstx@gmail.com

LYRICS:
I walk in circles, but I still get on okay
I still avoid the neighbors, I hide behind a pair of
big sunglasses on the cloudiest days, spend
my nights on auto-pilot, hearing regurgitated 
podcasts in the very poshest of places

I walk Ventura see the same old faces
Just ignore the clipboards and pretend
I’m mid-conversation
Jesus Christ I think I’m phoning it in
Might have to Postmate ice cream cake and
some more cough medicine for
colds I’m over and birthdays I’ve cashed in

But when I sleep
I dream of places, things that I could keep
And we are everything we still could be and then it
all comes crashing down

A call from Katie to come out of the cave where
I could meet everybody, but I just can’t stand to see 
another showcase down at Hotel Cafe, that’s
a real hard maybe for me. Yeah, yeah, I know it’s free, but

Every evening is another big chance for me to
watch some TV, artificially put myself to sleep,
et cetera, but try me next week, yeah

Oh cause when I sleep
I dream of places, things that I could keep
And we are everything we still could be
Remembering a moment I had you in my corner
Can’t tell if it’s heaven or torture, oh, and then it
all comes crashing down on me

The same old story of a self-important artist
The purgatory of a valley rent-controlled apartment
And all the therapy just falls short chemically and 
I can’t imagine what would file down the sharper memories
And everyone I meet blames my astrology
When everywhere I turn there’s someone dropping dead around me
The only thing I need is just for you to see
everything we still could be before it
all comes crashing down, on me

Big Sunglasses

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