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Well this guy walks up to the stage, why ain’t you famous yet
I just smile and I thank him, I’m glad you like the set
But he pushes the question, says he wants to invest in
A singer that seems a sure bet

I just laugh it all off, hey put a tip in my jar
And he says, yeah but honestly you could go far
So tell me then how come you ain’t the one son
That I’m seeing rise up the charts

So I put down my stuff, and take a slow breath
Hey listen fella, don’t know what to tell ya except

There’ve been ten fucking assholes who told me they’d make me a star
Nine rat bastards that’ve mugged me outside of this bar
And eight more lines to tell you this gig life gets hard

There were seven soaked summers when I couldn’t get off the floor
And six deep heartaches that just left me asking for more
And five times this week that I’ve heard that question before

There were four homeless seasons I only knew passion or pain
Then three years I mixed up the two for the same 
And those two concerts where I nearly died on the stage

But to answer your question, why you don’t know my name
The very first reason to end my refrain
Is I thought that someone would find me and take me away

I thought that I’d get discovered, but it’s me
It’s me who will make my own name

Well that sounds messed up, this life that you choose
I said I just think of Freddie, he said I never lose
So I’m gonna get there even if broken and bruised

Cause I might be late, and it may get hard
But it’s not all rotten just see how I’ve gotten this far
...In spite of those

Ten fucking assholes who told me they’d make me a star
Nine rat bastards that’ve mugged me outside of this bar
And eight more lines to tell you this gig life gets hard

There were seven soaked summers when I couldn’t get off the floor
And six deep heartaches that just left me asking for more
And five times this week that I’ve heard that question before

There were four homeless seasons I only knew passion or pain
Then three years I mixed up the two for the same 
And those two concerts where I nearly died on the stage

But to answer your question, why you don’t know my name
The very first reason to end my refrain
Is I thought that someone would find me and take me away

Yeah I thought that I’d get discovered, but it’s me
It’s me who will make my own name

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from Dark Stars & Velvet Skies, released July 9, 2021

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Burn The Ballroom Washington, D.C.

Burn The Ballroom is a rock project founded in the washington dc metro area, now based between dc and nashville. btb blurs the lines between anthem, rock, punk, alt, and pop music. the band has toured across central asia, north africa, the middle east, the entirety of russia, asia, europe, and all across the usa. ... more

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