King of Another Dimension

by Nicholas Burgess

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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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Nicholas Burgess Boston, Massachusetts

Nicholas Burgess is a rock musician working out of Boston, Massachusetts. He has played with Clawjob, Project X (The Mega Man cover band) and Hex Map.

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Track Name: Troll Hair
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
Track Name: Body Harvest 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
Track Name: Ice Cream Truck
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
Track Name: Elsa Sargent Singer
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
Track Name: Thighs
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
Track Name: Kissimmee Nights
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
Track Name: Sexy Scratch-Offs
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
Track Name: My Head's On Fire
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
Track Name: Some Ladies
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
Track Name: Black Bikini
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)