Jonathan TerrellGuest
Silas LoweHost
T.D. StevensGuest
Robert AndersonGuest
Inne AguilarGuest
Owen SalernoGuest
Otis WilkinsGuest
Jason KosmasGuest
Anthony SalernoGuest
Paul ClearGuest
Zach FernandezGuestAlex EvansGuest
Thomas PritchettGuest
John DismukesGuestAll right, so there's two performers, and they both have large crews here to see them, so I'm going to try to get both of them up, and we may not do any feedback or any...
They're both returning, but I want to get them up here, and I want them to get them to play their songs, so...
Yeah, welcome to the stage, Alex Evans.
She's a recurring character.
Amazing songwriter.
Has just blown us away multiple times here.
Is that
What's going to be the name of this one?
Wishbone.
Okay.
Take it away when you're ready.
Honesty, that huge ask of mine Running roughshod on your weary mind Then you say I ought to grow a spine As if I've ever not held the line Cracking my wishbone, hit by your cyclone.
Good luck with your next half century I still have the next half my twenties Wanted nothing in the land of plenty Somehow you're the one left empty Am I stupid? Am I absent from life's lessons, tricks, patterns? Proven more, my haunted sacred What's it for? I was already naked Ears are ringing, whiplash cyclones.
Did you feel alone in your pretending? Did I strike a nerve? Tequila kindling and burning postcards we ain't sending.
Tears are ringing, whiplash cyclones All my high hopes die and choke hold Only clean break is my wishbone Love is long gone, love is long gone different country with you are crazy and stupid honey that quiet anger extra mean bourbon becomes gasoline crying in the nearer sun Praying your cold front would come undone and usher me in open arms.
All right, so there's two performers, and they both have large crews here to see them, so I'm going to try to get both of them up, and we may not do any feedback or any...
They're both returning, but I want to get them up here, and I want them to get them to play their songs, so...
Yeah, welcome to the stage, Alex Evans.
She's a recurring character.
Amazing songwriter.
Has just blown us away multiple times here.
Is that
What's going to be the name of this one?
Wishbone.
Okay.
Take it away when you're ready.
Honesty, that huge ask of mine Running roughshod on your weary mind Then you say I ought to grow a spine As if I've ever not held the line Cracking my wishbone, hit by your cyclone.
Good luck with your next half century I still have the next half my twenties Wanted nothing in the land of plenty Somehow you're the one left empty Am I stupid? Am I absent from life's lessons, tricks, patterns? Proven more, my haunted sacred What's it for? I was already naked Ears are ringing, whiplash cyclones.
Did you feel alone in your pretending? Did I strike a nerve? Tequila kindling and burning postcards we ain't sending.
Tears are ringing, whiplash cyclones All my high hopes die and choke hold Only clean break is my wishbone Love is long gone, love is long gone different country with you are crazy and stupid honey that quiet anger extra mean bourbon becomes gasoline crying in the nearer sun Praying your cold front would come undone and usher me in open arms.
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