Removed

In 2010, Billy Burke realized a life long dream and released his first CD under an independent record label. Soon after its release, the record became the no. 1 bestseller on CD Baby, the world’s largest online distributor of independent music, which led our always composed Billy to an unfamiliar territory.
The album is a compilation of songs he had written over the years. “There’s no motive,” he wrote on billyburke.net (now off line), “other than the desire to provide you all with some music that in turn, just happens to provide ME with an artistic outlet I’ve kept bottled up for more than a few years. In short, (and at the risk of sounding ridiculous) it’s just about LOVE, people. Love and music– the two undeniable, universal languages.”
When asked why he
chose “Removed” as the title track for the album, he revealed that he “went through a long list of album titles and that song actually seemed to capture the whole vibe of the rest of the record.” “I liked the simplicity of it,” he added, “and I liked what it meant to me, so I just went with removed, because that’s what I feel like being a lot of the time. I’m sure we can all relate to that.”
We are not ourselves in the presence of others. By this I mean, If you really wanted to know someone, you’d have to spy on them when no one else is around. When you’re young, you truly believe that no one understands you and, well… you’re mostly right. In fact, if you can find even one or two people in your entire lifetime that genuinely care about “getting” you, you’ve done pretty well. Art (in any form) is really just a quest for some sort of remedy for that “lack of understanding” and like it or not, our lives are constantly influenced by the product of that quest and the people who set out on it. I’m pretty sure I didn’t recognize this philosophy when I was a kid but I definitely wanted to be one of THOSE people and I myself, couldn’t understand those who didn’t. Most of the songs I’m about to release were written on cocktail napkins. I suppose if anyone had been spying on me while I sat alone in a booth or on a barstool scratching them down, they may have gotten a glimpse of the real me. Although I never consciously write songs in order to be understood, those whose ears this music falls upon will be in a way, hearing “me” when no one else is around. For all of you who have been here from the start and those who are just joining me, I want to once again put forth my sincere gratitude for your kind words, graciousness and support. My hope is that this record will not only bend your ear for now, but in time find a permanent and poignant place in your listening library for years to come. much love -bb

(billyburke.net, June 14, 2010)

TRACKLIST & lyrics

Click the title to read the lyrics

Chained to the weekend
Sundays, Saturdays, Tuesdays, holidays
They all mean the same thing
To the knave in the corner
And he waves his friends away

There’s only enough for
That son of a woman who
Never knew what she wanted to do
She had three children and he was the last one
She taught him indirectly to hang until the party ends
How to be the last one and the last one says…

“Show me where the sidewalk ends
Hey, you gotta keep an eye on me
Tell me if the blood is red
When my head hits the ground.
No, it doesn’t matter where I land
The concrete loves my crown
I’m the son of the queen of tomorrowland
I have no trouble fallin’ down.”

She said, “why such a blue expression?
Did you find out a good time wasn’t everything?
Well, nothing is everything.”
And he wakes up shivering and throws a breath away.
Tell it to the judge, son
Get wise, open your eyes, find out where the demon lies
He got no business beating up on you anymore
’cause he taught you indirectly to hang until the party ends
How to be the last one and the last one says…

“Show me where the sidewalk ends
Hey, you gotta keep an eye on me
Tell me if the blood is red
When my head hits the ground.
No, it doesn’t matter where I land
The concrete loves my crown
I’m the son of the queen of tomorrow-land
I have no trouble falling down.”

“Show me where the sidewalk ends
You gotta save your strength and keep an eye on me
Tell me if the blood is red
When my head hits the ground.
No, it doesn’t matter where I land
The concrete, she loves my crown
I’m the son of the queen of tomorrow-land
I have no trouble falling down.
Falling down.”

You’re not so vicious, are you now?
I feel ok to walk you down
That ancient floor, I won’t fall this time
An ashtray full of things I proved

Smolders in wait for the crisis of the day
The same refrain, but I remain removed

It must be nice to burn your shoes
You get a new pair every afternoon
The same old style, they don’t jump too high
Same intonation as they walk that groove

Down to the basement, to crank the stereo
While I explain why I remain removed

I remain removed, I remain removed
I’ve wasted every ounce of wonder I could lose
I promise you I would be elsewhere if I could
And stay for good

There was whispers of waters on the lawn
where we once crashed, that ugly Sunday dawn
A makeshift sidewinding blender surprise
Dancing upon collapsing roofs

One for the fading moon and one to block the sun
from all these stains that remain unremoved

I remain removed, I remain removed
I’ve wasted every ounce of wonder I could lose
I promise you I would be elsewhere if I could
And stay for good

There’s a yellow door in Chiswick cross the street and down the road
I bet she never noticed on her way back home from school
I bet she crossed her knees in gym class and gave the finger to the boys
Tuned out the teachers ‘cause that’s just noise

But Pollyanna Rose would know the difference ‘cause she don’t see blue and red
She only knows the kinds of caustic colors that clash inside her head
And you can tell her everything is changing but that’s not enough to fix the stuff each morning throws at Pollyanna Rose

Days pass and grins don’t last when there’s no sunshine around
The temperature has always been her way to find a mood
And the augury says colder with a chance of facial rain
You best find shelter when she’s in pain

But Pollyanna Rose won’t run for cover ‘cause she won’t see blue and red
She only knows the kinds of caustic colors that clash inside her head
And you can tell her everything’s still changing and she’s still got time to kill the vine that never grows for Pollyanna Rose

Tea time’s a deadly grind if she ain’t had no shuteye like the day before she was born
And promises they treat her like that new year’s morning
But Pollyanna Rose is so forgiving she don’t see blue and red
She only knows the kinds of caustic colors that clash inside her head
And when she sees nothing’s ever changing ‘cause you won’t decide to choose a side from friends or foes she says “I’m fine, I suppose”

Never learn, never be wondering
Never fall down and never get bruised
Don’t get wise, it ain’t worth the trouble
Never learn and never lose

There’s no sky, there’s no heaven
There’s no truth and no love
What’s inside’s never proven anything

So don’t hope, don’t yearn
Watch your fingers, don’t get burned
When it’s your turn,
Never learn and never lose

Lighten up, don’t look for meaning
‘Cause there’s no meaning in this world I know
Tell your children to watch what they’re after
Nothing comes to those who grow

We don’t cry, we don’t get to
We don’t grieve for no one
When we die, no one’s takin’ anything

So, don’t breathe, don’t move
I promise nothing will improve
It don’t behoove you to learn, you’ll never lose

There’s no sky, there’s no heaven
There’s no truth and no love
When we die no one’s takin’ anything

So don’t breathe, don’t move
I promise nothing will improve
It don’t behoove you to learn, you’ll never lose

 

There is a world, you know
Outside this room
So take a look around it
Tell us what you see
I don’t mean the curtains or the pictures

I just wanna know
When you look up through the ceiling
Are you way ahead of us?
Or have you made friends with the monsters and creatures?
Or is it better not to tell
Because we couldn’t handle hell?

Or ‘’cause you might be seeing angels
You might be seeing ghosts
You might be seeing everything we don’t
And if there is a wall around this universe
You might be looking through the only window
Back into this world

Is there any future
For a man like me?
Taking his own sweet time to recover
From his own sweet atrocities

Bolder than brave,
Worried and shamed
But can you tell this old man anything
That he ain’t already known
Or seen on his own headstone
Tell him what he’s been reaching for

Because you might be seeing angels
You might be seeing ghosts
You might be seeing everything we don’t
And if there is a wall around this universe
You might be looking through the only window
Back into this world

And if you mention us, I won’t mind
It won’t hurt to put in a kind word
For us now and again, come on
’cause we’re all fuckin’ liars, we preach to the choir
And we really might appreciate knowing

If you might be seeing angels
You might be seeing ghosts
You might be seeing everything we don’t
And if there is a wall around this universe
You might be looking through the only window
Back into this world
Back into this world

Piranha Bar is closed tonight
I guess I’ll take the high heeled swim down 48 flights
And pay for the one who holds the nails
The hurricane to dust off all our horns and tails

Moths will never leave you
When earth’s havin’ a vodka night

Painted and plastered to the stage
The moth is famous in that tawdry way
Reach for the devil’s light, hit him low
Upon the splashdown, keep the doubts in tow

Lies are here to feed you
The stars are gonna war tonight…

Way up in the nowhere
The saints are pouring black and blue rain
And Halley’s comet was a matchbook number glow
Whose shady memory, vodka knows
Vodka knows

Ten’s enough for now, how’s the mayor?
The lady wrestler says “I’m in love with bourbon”
Tell the haunted souls, the galaxy is open
But the search is over ‘till this shadow turns away and runs

I’ll be flyin’ solo
Diving for the flames below

Way up in the nowhere
The saints are pouring black and blue rain
Halley’s comet was a matchbook number glow
Whose shady memories, vodka knows

Piranha Bar is closed tonight
I guess we’re all famous in that tawdry light
I can’t see the devil’s head but I can feel his glare
I can’t trust the moth to flee now, the moth’s so unaware

Moths will never leave you
When earth’s having a vodka night

Way up in the nowhere
The saints are pouring me black and blue rain
And Halley’s comet was a matchbook number glow
Whose shady memory, whose shady memory, vodka knows

When all the bars are closed
Said vodka knows
I said vodka knows

Wasn’t me that was coming to get you
I was already gone
You looked around for someone to protect you
Somebody else to lean on

You spent the night with that boy
Who promised you everything under the sun
And when you left with him
I could have killed everyone

I saw you out with him wasted as I was
What a sight for eyes so sore
Christ, I’d never thought you’d find me so helpless
I’m the one who always ignores

Jealousy and emotion
I can hide them so well I’ve been told
Though I was so composed
I could have killed everyone

I could have killed everyone
I could have killed everyone around me
But I’d hate to ruin anybody’s fun

If I’d have been someone else
And you would have still just been yourself
I swear that’s what I would have done
I would have killed everyone

I stayed away from you as long as I could
Wondering how and who you were doing now
It had to happen sometime
I walked in and saw you right where I’d left you

Taking seemingly innocent sips
Out of everyone’s glass but your own
I should have warned them all
But I just felt like killing everyone

I could have killed everyone
I could have killed everyone around me
But you know I’d hate to ruin anybody’s fun

If I’d have been someone else
And you would have still just been yourself
I swear that’s what I would have done
I would have killed everyone

Walked the streets, tried to calm my libido
Paid the cab driver way more than I owed
To take me over to your place
So I could use your doormat as a pillow

I woke up completely sober
When all your friends started coming over
They wiped their feet on me, someone peed on me
You just stood there laughing…

God, I could have killed everyone
Oh, I could have killed everyone around me
But you know I’d hate to ruin anybody’s fun

And if I’d have been someone else
And you would have still just been yourself
I swear that’s what I would have done
I would have killed everyone

Heard you lost your marquis
And your price went down
And all the girls in town
Are suddenly missing

Aim high you’ll end up
Under the curtain strings
With all the dusty things
You shouldn’t be wishing for

And you may not feel so wanted now
But you’re missing the point somehow
It’s such a fundamental thing
What you get is what you bring
Though you may not feel so wanted now

I know I saw you on the TV last night
Or was it on the red eye flight
From Kennedy westbound?

It’s so uncanny my cousin looks just like you
Wants to be in showbiz, too
Maybe you could show him around?

But you may not feel so wanted now
And you’re missing the point somehow
It’s such a fundamental thing
What you get is what you bring
Though you may not feel so wanted now

A crowded mess around the pinup so folded and afraid
A smile so phony like it’s molded in clay
And all us poster boys are beat up, if they find out
We’re holding nothing, everyone will turn us away

I heard the Chateau Marmont gave you the suicide suite
Isn’t that how they greet the has beens?
It’s just like you to stink up the joint with your sad farewells
I’ll see you in “”has been hell”” it certainly has been swell

You may not feel so wanted now
And you’re missing the point somehow
It’s such a fundamental thing
What you get is what you bring
I know you may not feel so wanted now

It’s a fundamental thing
What you get is what you bring
Though you may not feel so wanted now
And you may just not be wanted

Leaving tomorrow, I’ve done all I can here
Better to say goodbye than slowly disappear
I see you crying, but I don’t see any pain
And as I go, I hope you know
That you’re the one to blame

Ain’t never been all that big on forgiveness
I’d rather walk away than hear you lie
And if you ever loved me
God knows it never showed
So for my heart’s sake I think I’ll take the low road

I don’t need money, I don’t need fancy clothes
And looking back I could have wished for somethin’ better I suppose
I’m not gonna stay around and go through this again
I’ve still got pride here on my side
No shame in givin’ in

Ain’t never been all that big on forgiveness
I’d rather walk away than hear you lie
And if you ever loved me
God knows it never showed
So for my heart’s sake I think I’ll take the low road

The low road is callin’ me
The low road will set you free

And I’m leaving tomorrow
I’ve packed a bag for you
I hope you’ll come with me but I don’t expect you to
We’ve been through enough and by the time I end this song
I’ll have gotten wise, I realize I’ve already stayed too long

Still, I ain’t never been all that big on forgiveness
I’d rather walk away than hear you lie
And if you ever loved me
Can’t say it ever showed
So for my heart’s sake I think I’ll take the low road

For my heart’s sake I think I’ll take the low road

January rain come wash these bloodshot eyes from me
I got some shine here in my pocket
Fresh from the hellholes in these Angel City walls
And it’s down they go to build up some bravery

In wilder times, I fought my mind
To crave the clearer view
Now I’m sold and everything gets old
But I know I’ll come back to you

Doesn’t Franklin Boulevard remind you of cocaine?
No sleep, no changing your jeans
Driving round in that faded blue piece-of-shit t-top olds mobile
With no cigarettes to keep you company

Oh, hey, that 101 was fast and fun
Down thru that sweet Cahuenga slue
I slide in style up that miracle mile
On my way back to you

These animals won’t give in
No they make it pretty easy to despise them
Might as well let them win
Catch a plane to New Orleans

Oh, but once I’m gone and away too long
L.A.’s the only shoulder I can lean on
Put my feet upon
And fade into the scene unseen, I say

Where have all my kinfolk gone
All the underdogs and thieves
I had to guess, I’d say
They all broke their legs

Pacing round on these outpatient grounds
In the frosty summer heat
If you can suffer the days
The nights will set you free

Oh come on let’s go outside no stars in the sky
But nighttime jasmine blooms
With miner’s lungs and a liar’s tongue
I’ll always come back to you

Hey, in wilder times I fought my mind
To crave the clearer view
But now I’ve been sold and things get old
And everything will come back to you

This guy who knows me
Is an automatic fool
But he comes in handy
With tobacco and booze

We like to light some candles
For the girls who might stop in
Rewind our favorite heartaches
Play ‘’em again
These are the things I do for fun

There’ll be nights when I’m wasting all my instinct
I’ll probly spend some mornings on the run
Rise and shine and shut the blind
And skin the hairless dog
How do ya like spendin’ time with me?

This girl I’m down with
She’s too pretty for me
I think she knows it
She’s just waiting to see

If I can shed some old skin
And repel my body from the TV
And maybe have more than drinks for dinner
And get out of bed before noon
If I ever move at all

There’ll be nights when I’m wasting all my instinct
I’ll probly spend some mornings on the run
Rise and shine and shut the blind
And skin the hairless dog
How do ya like spendin’ time with me?

And when it feels like we’re just going in circles
That my friend may certainly be
It’s a hobby just like anyone else’s
It’s just what I’m good at
Would you like to spend some time with me cause…

There’ll be nights when I’m wasting all my instinct
I’ll proly spend some mornings on the run
Rise and shine and shut the blind
And kill the hairless dog
How do ya like spendin’ time with me?

I was lost and gettin’ old, livin’ alone on a hill of gold
Spent most days sleeping and most nights weeping
One night I went down to meet a friend
He and this girl came a stumblin’ in

She said “Hi”, I said “Hi”
It was July and all summer long I never left that girl alone
We were struck, dumb and blind, suddenly both resigned
That was only a year ago
And just like any other miracle

You came and stride with those little kicks form inside

And Bluesy Laruesy when we both heard the newsie
Your daddy cried, your mama tried to be everything for everyone
And she was, yes she was
But Bluesy Laruesy neither one of us was choosy
We just wanted a baby girl called Bluesy Larue

Times got rough, you’ll come too know
That’s sometimes how these stories go

It ain’t always pretty and sometimes it’s shitty
But through it all I’m proud to say, me and your mama did it our own way
There was love all along, even when shit went wrong
So here we are, three weeks away
Wish you were here already, we can’t wait

We just got married, not that you’d care if we’d been down the aisle or not
What’s the difference if you got what we got?
All love is the same, you can give it any name

Like Bluesy Laruesy if you’re ever feelin’ woozy
Just close your eyes, your mama and I will be right along to sing this song
While you dream and forever in-between those
Bluesy Laruesy, first words and tie up your shoesy
There’ll be nothin’ we won’t doosie for Bluesy Larue

So long to those party nights
Don’t think I’ll miss ’em much, I’ll be alright

Probably won’t be sleeping and you’ll be the one weeping
I bet you’ll have your mama’s eyes
I bet they look the same as hers when she cries

And have the same effect on me
Guess what, it’s July and all summer long I don’t expect to leave my little girl alone
You will never be alone

And Bluesy Laruesy if you wanna take a snoozy
Your mama’s fine, your daddy’s fine
We got everything and everyone here we could want
What more could we want?
And Bluesy Laruesy we could have named you Suzie
But the only name for yousie was Bluesy Larue

music videos

"REMOVED"
"POLLYANNA ROSE"
For the past couple months I was [in Shreveport, Louisiana] filming a pretty groovy and I think, pretty bad ass (somewhat adult) 3D action road picture (directed by Patrick Lussier) with Nicolas Cage called “DRIVE ANGRY”. On one of the few days that I had free, I had the good fortune of being visited by my close friend and up and coming filmmaker Devon Gummersall. He and I both thought it might be a sweet opportunity to shoot some unplanned, guerilla style footage for an impromptu video for “REMOVED”. My super-cool wife and best pal Pollyanna Rose agreed to play with us and thus, we set forth on a one day into night excursion to see what we could come up with. As you’ll see we started out on the deserted streets of Shreveport and ended up literally, in the closet of the house we were renting. So alright, listen… admittedly we’re not shattering any earth or reinventing any wheels with this thing. We just wanted to give you all something visual and perhaps visceral to experience while we prepare the “drop” of the record and I really wanna thank my friend Devon for rocking us with his talents.

(billyburke.net, May 22, 2010)

Let’s all just face it. We spend our whole lives seeking out the things we want and TRYING to obtain them, but aren’t the best things we end up getting almost ALWAYS accidents and surprises? Such was the case with this latest video. There was no planning or even any intention involved, at least on my part. Most of the footage was produced without my knowledge while I was away on location filming something else. The footage of ME was shot in about two hours (I just hammed it up for a couple of takes with my 3 year old daughter’s miniature guitar and drum set). Photographed and directed by Adam Mason, conceived and designed by Pollyanna Rose herself, this video came as a gift. All the credit goes to them with my shocked and humble gratitude.
Now I’m not sayin’ it’s not important that we work hard in order to enjoy the fruits of our labor and all that. Everyone knows the more you do, the more that comes back. But sometimes the results of those things we pour our guts into, turn out to be only half as rewarding as the “mystery fruits”. The ones that somehow look shinier and taste sweeter. The ones that get fertilized by the residual energy we put out there. The ones that come from the seeds we didn’t know we planted.

(billyburke.net, October 3, 2010)

"REMOVED"
For the past couple months I was [in Shreveport, Louisiana] filming a pretty groovy and I think, pretty bad ass (somewhat adult) 3D action road picture (directed by Patrick Lussier) with Nicolas Cage called “DRIVE ANGRY”. On one of the few days that I had free, I had the good fortune of being visited by my close friend and up and coming filmmaker Devon Gummersall. He and I both thought it might be a sweet opportunity to shoot some unplanned, guerilla style footage for an impromptu video for “REMOVED”. My super-cool wife and best pal Pollyanna Rose agreed to play with us and thus, we set forth on a one day into night excursion to see what we could come up with. As you’ll see we started out on the deserted streets of Shreveport and ended up literally, in the closet of the house we were renting. So alright, listen… admittedly we’re not shattering any earth or reinventing any wheels with this thing. We just wanted to give you all something visual and perhaps visceral to experience while we prepare the “drop” of the record and I really wanna thank my friend Devon for rocking us with his talents.

(billyburke.net, May 22, 2010)

"POLLYANNA ROSE"

Let’s all just face it. We spend our whole lives seeking out the things we want and TRYING to obtain them, but aren’t the best things we end up getting almost ALWAYS accidents and surprises? Such was the case with this latest video. There was no planning or even any intention involved, at least on my part. Most of the footage was produced without my knowledge while I was away on location filming something else. The footage of ME was shot in about two hours (I just hammed it up for a couple of takes with my 3 year old daughter’s miniature guitar and drum set). Photographed and directed by Adam Mason, conceived and designed by Pollyanna Rose herself, this video came as a gift. All the credit goes to them with my shocked and humble gratitude.
Now I’m not sayin’ it’s not important that we work hard in order to enjoy the fruits of our labor and all that. Everyone knows the more you do, the more that comes back. But sometimes the results of those things we pour our guts into, turn out to be only half as rewarding as the “mystery fruits”. The ones that somehow look shinier and taste sweeter. The ones that get fertilized by the residual energy we put out there. The ones that come from the seeds we didn’t know we planted.

(billyburke.net, October 3, 2010)

interviews

Artist Direct: Billy Burke releases debut album
See the Music:
Pollyanna Rose
Artist Direct: Billy Burke releases debut album
See the Music: Pollyanna Rose

release party

Embed from Getty Images

Album Release Party

On June 22, 2010, the same day the album was released, Billy performed in front of friends and fans at House of Blues Sunset Strip in West Hollywood, CA. He played a few cuts from the record with the band. It was an invitation only event, however he gave away some passes to a few subscribers of his official website (now off line). Read ARTISTdirect’s review here.

Check out a few pictures by Tiffany Rose/WireImage. Click here for the complete gallery.

Below some pictures by TwiBetween, a lucky fan who attended the event.

booklet scans

"removed" is available on

Share this!
error: Content is protected!