King of Another Dimension

by Nicholas Burgess

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1.
02:58
She's got troll hair and a body that's fine She wears mohair on the orange line And she's not what you'd call a big spender, but she likes nice things She's got troll hair and a golden ring She's got troll hair clogging up the drain She goes so bare on the beaches in Spain And she's not what you'd call a big spender, but she likes nice things She's got troll hair and a golden ring She's gonna join the cast of my fantasies I wanna be in her back pocket Can I propose something fancy? I'll give her a locket. All right! And she's not what you'd call a big spender, but she likes nice things She's got troll hair
2.
I write the script on my brain typewriter Pick up flowers, come home, and find you Waiting in lingerie, reclining You tell me that your teddie's too confining Ooh I've been making lists of what I want for Christmas Letters to Ms. Claus written in Swiss Miss And in the magazines you read, I highlight Advice I need for you to heed or I might die Ooh But you never get around to helping me down Waiting for you is to wait for Body Harvest 2 And I don't care if you've seen the screenshots I know it's what I'll never get and what I never got Writing down fantasies on little Post-Ems Put 'em in your lunchbox so you will notice 'em An hour later and I feel embarassed Meet you for lunch, grab your box, throw it in the trash But you never get around to helping me down Waiting for you is to wait for Body Harvest 2 And I don't care if you've seen the screenshots I know it's what I'll never get and what I never got Elaborate plans that always end with messing around You'd understand when I walked in and saw you drop your silky gown But you're just watching TV It's okay, I like TV too But if you knew what you could do—Oh well, I guess I'll watch cartoons again Oh no But you never get around to helping me down Waiting for you is to wait for Body Harvest 2 And I don't care if you've seen the screenshots I know it's what I'll never get and what I never got
3.
Oh no! I think we're stuck I don't wanna live in an ice cream truck And call it home Oh no! I think we're lost I didn't mean to spill the chocolate sauce But I need room to grow Oh well. I don't mean— I don't mean to step on all your dreams I promise I'll be happy So, honey, would you check the gas? I just wanna relax And drive a little more Drive a little more Honey, would you check the map? I just wanna go back And cry a lot more Cry a lot more Cry a lot more Cry a lot more Oh no! Where are we? I think we got lost in the desert sea I don't know Somehow, somehow I knew You wouldn't trust me And you'd never do the things I really needed Turn on the little song It helps me sleep as we go along I promise I won't wake you So, honey, would you check the gas? I just wanna relax And drive a little more Drive a little more Honey, would you check the map? I just wanna go back And cry a lot more Cry a lot more Cry a lot more Cry a lot more So, honey, would you check the gas? I just wanna relax And drive a little more Drive a little more Honey, would you check the map? I just need to go back And cry a lot more Cry a lot more Drive a little more Drive a little more Drive a little more Drive a little more
4.
I can see the basement show blisters on your fingers I will never be the man for Elsa Sargent Singer You would never be with me but locked up in the basement I would never ask you to suffer that debasement Where's the time I needed in the past to make you mine and make the feeling last? Work my hands, practice scales down to the bone, and join your bands, and get you alone I can see the mannequin you are when people linger I will never touch the mind of Elsa Sargent Singer I know there's a trapezoidal tattoo on your fanny But I will never get that close and you could never stand me Where's the time I needed in the past to make you mine and make the feeling last? Work my hands, practice scales down to the bone, and join your bands, and get you alone I can see the basement show blisters on your fingers, Elsa Sargent Singer Where's the time I needed in the past to make you mine and make the feeling last? Work my hands, practice scales down to the bone, and join your bands, and get you alone
5.
02:34
I see you found your present hanging from your dresser drawer knob like a bat in repose I didn't mean to turn you on, but if you want to try it on, we can see how it goes A little makeup for the eyes A little something just your size Maybe later we'll get fries I like your thighs You take such good care of yourself, but not too much care of yourself, and the effort really shows We'll go together way down south. At Schlitterbahn I'll kiss your mouth where the fake waterfall flows A little makeup for the eyes A little something just your size Maybe later we'll get fries I like your thighs Doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo
6.
I saw you underneath Spaceship Earth I guessed that emerald was your birthstone I thought we'd stay for the fireworks Find a comfortable place to snuggle, share a taco outside Mexico But the city lights were doing donuts in your eyes And Kissimmee nights were making you hot, hypnotized And the shape of the nape of your neck was making me die We'll grab a drink, head back to the pink hotel You're gonna pop if we don't make a stop at Shell World And if you skinny dip tonight, well, I won't tell But we gotta stop at the world's largest gift shop, get a manatee tchotchke for Ernie But the city lights were doing donuts in your eyes And Kissimmee nights were making you hot, hypnotized And the way that you sway by the hot tub gate was making me die Ooh, and I like you, I like you Ooh, in Kissimmee, well, I like you more, Ooh, under the palm tree, in the city And the city lights were doing donuts in your eyes And I pulled on the string of your bathing suit thing, and I, I nearly died Ooh, and I like you, I like you Ooh, in Kissimmee, well, I like you more, Ooh, under the palm tree, in the city Ooh, in Kissimmee, well, I love you
7.
Babe, I'm gonna leave you a present in your purse Ooh, you can scratch it off I tried hard not to hurt you and only hurt you worse Ooh, and now I'm feeling lost Now what can we do? Say your love is true Ooh, you never get enough And when you get home Throw away your phone Ooh, you can scratch it off Babe, it's time to leave now for our date at nine Ooh, we can catch the bus You better wear your hat; it's freezing cold outside Ooh, don't leave me in the dust Now what can we do? Say your love is true Ooh, you never get enough And when you get home Throw away your phone Ooh, you can scratch it off
8.
I found you underneath a pile of concrete blocks You were speaking in tongues, though you have no tongue And your jacket was dusty, and what a nice jacket it is I took you home and made you vegetable stew And (an ice cold / a nice cold) shower that I run for you And a thick cloud of steam was rising from your flames of hell My head's on fire My head's on fire My head's on fire I took you to the movies, though you had doubts Some employee asked to put your fire out And you whipped off his head with the daintiest flick of your chain We went back home and watched TV It's kinda nice, 'cuz you like the same shows as me And you look really cool in your steel top hat that we use to block reflections of your fire from the set My head's on fire My head's on fire My head's on fire I don't mind the ash I find Or singe marks on the ceiling I won't turn from a minor burn I accept the things I'm feeling When I see other people run and hide It makes me want to throttle their necks But I know you are perfectly capable It's your turn. Don't you ever think you shouldn't burn My head's on fire My head's on fire My head's on fire
9.
03:17
Some ladies want a man like that Some ladies want a man like this Some ladies want a big dumb jerk who makes you wanna slit your wrists Some want a man with cats Some ladies want a future dad And some of them want a man with a beard who makes her very sad And some ladies want your love Not all of them want your love And some of them want a broken heart to make a t-shirt of Some ladies want a man like that Some ladies want a man like this Some ladies want a big fat fart who makes you lose your will to live Some want a man with cats Some ladies want a future dad And some of them want a man with a beard who makes her very sad And some ladies want your love Not all of them want your love And some of them want a broken heart to make a t-shirt of Some ladies want a man like that Some ladies want a man like this Some ladies want a big dumb jerk who makes you wanna slit your wrists Some want a man with cats Some ladies want a future dad And some of them want a man with a beard who makes her very sad And some ladies want your love Not all of them want your love And some of them want a broken heart to make a t-shirt of
10.
06:30
The One Piece manga, volume two A two piece tanga bathing suit Three pieces of mango fruit in a plastic cooler A distant four piece steel drum band Playing your song, "Your Song," by Elton John And you drift into... A Garfield towel in the sand A sunscreen bottle in your hand Don't you want a strange man to help you with that? I'll write our initials in a heart Then run off to the ice cream cart And when you wake up, you'll see that we belong together I'll see someday you'll wear a black bikini I'll see someday you'll wear a black bikini Oh, come on! I'll see someday you'll wear a black bikini I'll see someday you'll wear a black bikini Oh no! I'll see someday you'll wear a black bikini I'll see someday you'll wear a black bikini (garbled spoken word piece)

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The second solo album from Nicholas Burgess.

Claw Solutions SOLUTION-011 / CL-NB04

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released October 22, 2013

All songs written by Nicholas Burgess

Nicholas Burgess - Vocals, Guitar, Keyboards, Drum Programming
Brian Church - Bass (all tracks except 7), Backup Vox, Guitar Solos on 6 & 8
Ben Husk - Real Drums
Justin Smith - Additional Guitar on 1, 2, 3, 5, & 10
Evan Persons - Bass on 7
Mike Gintz - Saxophone on 2

Recorded and mixed by Nicholas Burgess at A Black Hole, Pyerk Manor, CHAMPS 1, & CHAMPS 2 in Allston. Engineering assistance from Justin Smith. Much equipment borrowed from Mike Gintz.

Mastered by Scott Craggs at Old Colony.

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