male announcer: Live from the Old Steeple presents Tre Burt.

♪♪♪ ♪ Under the devil's knee oh lord, ♪ ♪ I'm under the devil's knee ♪ ♪ O, I'm screamin' "I cannot breathe" ♪ ♪ my lord, I'm under the devil's knee.

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♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪ My heart's in the ice house, ♪ ♪ come hill or come valley ♪ ♪ Like a long ago Sunday ♪ ♪ when I walked through the alley ♪ ♪ On a cold winter's morning to a church house ♪ ♪ Just to shovel some snow ♪ ♪ I heard sirens on the train tracks, ♪ ♪ howl naked, gettin' nuder ♪ ♪ "An altar boy's been hit by a local commuter" ♪ ♪ Just from walking with his back turned ♪ ♪ To the train that was coming so slow ♪ ♪ You can gaze out the window get mad and get madder ♪ ♪ Throw your hands in the air, say, "What does it matter?"

♪ ♪ But it don't do no good to get angry ♪ ♪ So help me, I know ♪ For a heart stained in anger ♪ ♪ grows weak and grows bitter ♪ ♪ You become your own prisoner ♪ ♪ as you watch yourself sit there ♪ ♪ Wrapped up in a trap of your very own ♪ ♪ Chain of sorrow ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪ I been brought down to zero, ♪ ♪ pulled out and put back there ♪ ♪ I sat on a park bench ♪ I kissed the girl with the black hair ♪ ♪ And my head shouted down to my heart ♪ ♪ "You better look out below!"

♪ ♪ Hey, it ain't such a long drop, ♪ ♪ don't stammer, don't stutter ♪ ♪ From the diamonds in the sidewalk ♪ ♪ to the dirt in the gutter ♪ And you'll carry those bruises ♪ ♪ to remind you wherever you go ♪ ♪ You can gaze out the window, ♪ ♪ get mad and get madder ♪ ♪ Throw your hands in the air, say, ♪ ♪ "What does it matter?"

♪ But it don't do no good to get angry ♪ ♪ So help me, I know ♪ For a heart stained in anger ♪ ♪ grows weak and grows bitter ♪ ♪ You become your own prisoner ♪ ♪ as you watch yourself sit there ♪ ♪ Wrapped up in a trap of your very own ♪ ♪ Chain of sorrow ♪ Wrapped up in a trap of your very own ♪ ♪ Chain of sorrow ♪ Tre: Here's a song called "Bout Now" ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪ Whatever pours out from your body ♪ ♪ Is as holy as the wine ♪ Of what Jesus pulled from water ♪ ♪ Of what the devil took from light ♪ ♪ And if anybody asks you ♪ ♪ What you're doin' out past night ♪ ♪ Just tell 'em that you're only lookin' ♪ ♪ For whatever pass you by ♪ ♪ For whatever keeps you honest ♪ ♪ For what pleases you by sight ♪ ♪ And if they should question further ♪ ♪ Just tell 'em that the calendar you read ♪ ♪ Said meteor's shower 'bout now ♪ ♪ Heard you whistling a strange tune ♪ ♪ A melody that's hard to pin ♪ ♪ Did you hear it from the mountains?

♪ ♪ Or from the choirs that you're in ♪ ♪ And if anybody tells you ♪ You spend too much time in bed ♪ ♪ Just tell 'em that you're dreaming ♪ ♪ Of what you should do instead ♪ ♪ Of your identity in longing Of the ego that you fed ♪ ♪ And if they should wake you from dreamin' ♪ ♪ Just tell 'em that the calendar you read ♪ ♪ Said meteor's shower 'Bout now ♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪ When Dante woke up, he didn't mean to ♪ ♪ He coulda used a little more time in his dreams ♪ ♪ But it was getting late in the evening ♪ ♪ And as depressed as he was he went walking ♪ ♪ In that buzzing night ♪ And by the jasmine on the corner ♪ ♪ He fit his headphones tight ♪ ♪ around his big ol' head ♪ ♪ He let the soundtrack move him through the city ♪ ♪ Yeah just a black boy walkin' ♪ ♪ with moonlight in his eye ♪ Karen Johnson was out jogging ♪ ♪ With her neon vest and a chocolate lab named Sam ♪ ♪ She just bought a house for next to nothin' ♪ ♪ Right across the street from where our hero ♪ ♪ Lays his head ♪ Her wristwatch counted every footstep ♪ ♪ As she shot like a bullet through the night ♪ ♪ She thought to get in a run before her early morning ♪ ♪ Yea just a white girl runnin' with the law on her side ♪ ♪ And on a poor lit street she saw Dante standin' ♪ ♪ But to her he looked like a big black gun ♪ ♪ She reached for her phone Dialed 911 ♪ ♪ And in a matter of minutes ♪ ♪ Dante was gone ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪ When Dante woke up, he didn't mean to ♪ ♪ He coulda used a little more time in his dreams ♪♪ Tre: Thank you.

I feel like playing a love song, at least my idea of one.

I'm pretty good at writing them until maybe about the minute and a half mark, then it always gets a little bitter.

♪♪♪ It's called "Moth's Crossing."

♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪ You are the beat of my heart ♪ ♪ I feel the whole ground shakin' around me ♪ ♪ When I think about you Thinkin' bout me ♪ ♪ The way I see it when we are apart It's a miracle, ♪ ♪ miracle that the world still exists ♪ ♪ And the mind doesn't split in two ♪ ♪ You make it hard to doubt you ♪ ♪ And I've tried to do it alone ♪ ♪ But never been too sad or happy ♪ ♪ Without you by my side ♪ ♪ Oh, my darlin', my pride ♪ ♪ And it's like you said before: ♪ ♪ "Ain't nothin' that matters more ♪ ♪ than the time that we're in."

♪ ♪ That's why I intend to not let you go ♪ ♪ Next time you show, it's everlastin' ♪ ♪ But I don't wanna stop you from ♪ ♪ bein' someone Who's without me ♪ ♪ But baby I can't wait forever anymore ♪ ♪ Unlock your door ♪ You are the light in the dark ♪ ♪ No, the moth don't cross without you ♪ ♪ And your luminous rings Oh, my kerosene dreams ♪ ♪ And I heard a while ago ♪ ♪ That you're giving up, lettin' go ♪ ♪ Well, c'mon get a grip It's so easy to slip ♪ ♪ So hold on just a little bit longer ♪ ♪ Because it won't be long ♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ Tre: Thanks a lot.

♪♪♪ Here's a song from my friend Sammi.

She was just one of the lights in everyone's life not just mine.

And when I get--when I miss her, I watch the remake of "Bad News Bears," 'cause she's the female pitcher.

And that one in a, you know I was living in my car in San Francisco when I got the call that her funeral was the next day in Los Angeles.

And it's about 2 o'clock in the morning and I just headed to LA immediately.

And when I woke up such a daze, man you know, it's weird.

You guys have experienced this before, I'm sure.

And you--all your--all the cells in your body changes for a little while.

And after her funeral, we did what we always would do pastime in San Francisco.

We'd do together, we'd roll a spliff and hot box like my car.

And this guy came up with this husky.

It was like this very pure white colors.

The whitest white I've ever seen.

It's like cartoon white, you know?

And we're all stunned.

We asked this guy if we could pet his dog.

He's like, "Yeah, sure."

And after a while we're like, "What's this girl's name?"

And he said, "Sammi."

This is for Sammi.

It's called "Sammi's Song."

♪♪♪ ♪ The bluest sky I ever seen ♪ ♪ Was advertised on a billboard for New Orleans ♪ ♪ But saw it up in Hollywood ♪ ♪ Just before the funeral for a friend that I adored ♪ ♪ And her name was Sammi girl ♪ ♪ Inside my Avalon we smoked ♪ ♪ Me and everyone who knew her most ♪ ♪ And somewhere by the promenade ♪ ♪ We recall hazy days and sleepless nights ♪ ♪ When we had no sense of time ♪ ♪ With Sammi girl ♪♪♪ ♪ Ah, she was fearless in her singing ♪ ♪ When she sang, she sung of pain ♪ ♪ It's a scary world but she's a scarier girl ♪ ♪ Behold her lion's mane ♪ With a spirit you cannot tame ♪ ♪ Well I won't forget your name ♪ ♪ No, no, no ♪ No Sammie girl ♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪ In this tunnel there's a light ♪ ♪ But it's shinin' on the other side of time ♪ ♪ But notwithstanding I'm alright ♪ ♪ Yea I got me one good place I can hide ♪ ♪ The shadows around me know what I like ♪ ♪ I can be anybody whenever I'm unseen ♪ ♪ Tobacco and whisky next to me ♪ ♪ I take a drag of my Zig-Zag and have a drink ♪ ♪ Cold air of the country on my teeth ♪ ♪ Moonrise on the meadow and over the creek ♪ ♪ When twilight flickers I know to sing, ♪ ♪ singin' until the morning Comes to cover me yeah ♪ ♪ My brothers and sisters on my mind ♪ ♪ How I wish I could be there all the time ♪ ♪ But they don't know how hard I try ♪ ♪ To be something to look at with easy eyes ♪ ♪ Just tell 'em I'll come back home when it's right ♪ ♪ I can be so helpless, I can be so blind yeah ♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪ I was I was turning the end of my key ♪ ♪ To a room at the end of the street ♪ ♪ When I entered I dropped to the floor ♪ ♪ And thought of you some more ♪ ♪ When I opened my eyes it was day ♪ ♪ I was worried I'd too fade away ♪ ♪ I got ready for nothin at all ♪ ♪ And walked through the wall ♪ ♪ In the middle of 20th Street ♪ ♪ Let my shadow take over the lead ♪ ♪ And I followed him down the Ice Blocks ♪ ♪ Like a parrot that talks ♪ Solo, wherever I go I feel so low ♪ ♪ I know that it shows It's a prison that I can't escape ♪ ♪ Won't you just look away ♪ There's a universe under my feet ♪ ♪ I can feel it screamin' from beneath ♪ ♪ Was learning the words to a song ♪ ♪ It didn't take very long ♪ There are people way stronger than me ♪ ♪ And it's from them that I'm learning to be ♪ ♪ Throw a penny heads up off a cliff ♪ ♪ When the gravity shifts ♪ Take a memory out of the shade ♪ ♪ Put it there in the sun to decay ♪ ♪ Remember the curse from the lips ♪ ♪ Of my enemy's kiss ♪ Solo, wherever I go I feel so low ♪ ♪ I know that it shows It's a prison that I can't escape ♪ ♪ Won't you just look away ♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪ Solo, wherever l go I feel so low ♪ ♪ I know that it shows ♪ It's a prison that I can't escape ♪ ♪ Won't you just look away ♪ Tre: So my brother, my older brother is a musician and he played guitar and at that point I wasn't playing guitar at all.

I was playing like video games and skateboarding, things like that.

And got to say I was maybe 11 years old, and one day when he was gone, he worked that Round Table Pizza.

I went in his room looking for something, something like, you know, I think it was a PlayStation game or the Nintendo 64 game.

And his room was so dirty that I couldn't see his guitar on the floor, and I stepped on it and broke his guitar.

And I felt so bad.

I felt so bad that I broke, 'cause I see him play this thing all the time.

I knew it meant a lot to him.

I had no idea what a guitar really was, it just hadn't really crossed my mind.

And I called him at Round Table.

I'm like, "Joey, I'm so sorry I broke your guitar."

And he was like, "No, it's fine."

Man, I paid $10 for that a day in Mexico.

"In fact, when I get home, I'll show you how to play it."

So he got home and he kind of said, "Okay, go like this with your thumb."

And he took my thumb and he just said, "Keep doing that and one day you'll be good."

And I did that all night long.

I was just listening to the sound.

It's fascinating.

Yeah.

And then I guess I was addicted after that.

So I learned it out of guilt is what I'm saying, yeah.

And then later I had to, you know, I had to do projects in English class, I loved English.

And we had to do a project on the Dust Bowl, and that's when I found out about Woody Guthrie.

And I was extremely fascinated by the fact that he sang this song that I've known my whole life.

And I didn't know it was this one guy, "This Land is Your Land."

I said to myself, that's nuts, you know.

This man--one man makes a song and the whole country, you know, sings it forever.

I thought that was wildly fascinating.

So, man, I guess it's just--I play something until it sounds--until I hear a song.

Sometimes a D chord will just sound like a D chord.

It will have no magic to it whatsoever.

In other days, same strum, you just happen to hear a song.

It's kind of like having ghosts in your head, and which it is.

Sometimes you just hear things.

♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪ Under the devil's knee oh lord, ♪ ♪ I'm under the devil's knee ♪ ♪ Oh screamin' "I cannot breathe" my lord, ♪ ♪ from under the devil's knee ♪ ♪ When George Floyd was a young boy in a project ♪ ♪ called "The Bricks" ♪ it was hard to see a way out of Houston, Texas ♪ ♪ all them kids would tease him because of ♪ ♪ where he lived but he never planned ♪ ♪ to stay long a Cuney Homes kid yea ♪ ♪ his love for basketball got him a scholarship ♪ ♪ all the way at South Florida State ♪ ♪ He came back after two years lookin' for a job ♪ ♪ but got wrapped back up in-- ♪ ♪ pled guilty to the law ♪ George came outta prison ♪ with his head on straight teachin' ♪ ♪ all the neighborhood children the good ol' ♪ ♪ Christian way till his life was taken from him ♪ ♪ for no reason but his race on the 25th of May ♪ ♪ Under the devil's knee oh lord, ♪ ♪ I'm under the devil's knee ♪ ♪ screamin' "I cannot breathe" my lord, ♪ ♪ from under the devil's knee ♪ ♪ Eric was his first name and Garner was his last ♪ ♪ yes, he hailed from New York City ♪ ♪ and had to grow up fast all he learned ♪ ♪ from highschool was how to fix a car ♪ ♪ cos the state don't fund the schools ♪ ♪ where them brown kids are ♪ ♪ in a system built to fail him and incentivised ♪ ♪ to charge he just did what he had to do ♪ ♪ Out on Staten Island on a hot day in July ♪ ♪ like a man of peace that he was breakin' up a fight ♪ ♪ And officer Pantaleo, that crooked little swine ♪ ♪ he put Eric in a chokehold and squeezed away ♪ ♪ his life he left behind 6 children, ♪ ♪ and stolen from his wife ♪ ♪ I curse the day you ever opened up your eyes ♪ ♪ Under the devil's knee oh lord, ♪ ♪ I'm under the devil's knee ♪ ♪ Oh, screamin' "I cannot breathe" oh lord, ♪ ♪ from under the devil's knee ♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪ In Louisville, Kentucky the DA and the mayor ♪ ♪ have yet to charge the three thugs ♪ ♪ who killed Breonna Taylor ♪ they broke into her home at midnight ♪ ♪ unannounced without badges or a warrant ♪ ♪ so her Keneth stood his ground ♪ ♪ to protect the woman he loved ♪ ♪ and they fired 20 rounds at the window ♪ ♪ through the curtains from outside ♪ ♪ Breonna worked the long shift ♪ ♪ on her dreams to be a nurse ♪ ♪ how I wish I coulda saved her ♪ ♪ from this American Curse ♪ don't tell me your position don't need no sympathy ♪ ♪ your bleeding heart's complicit ♪ ♪ if you ain't in the street ♪ ♪ now's the time to use that privilege and wake up ♪ ♪ from your sleep or get out the way ♪ ♪ we ain't waitin' for next time ♪ ♪ Under the devil's knee, oh lord ♪ ♪ I'm under the devil's knee ♪ ♪ oh I'm screamin "I cannot breathe" ♪ ♪ my lord from under the devil's knee, ♪ ♪ from under the devil's knee, ♪ ♪ from under the devil's knee ♪♪ Tre: I was touring with Shaky Graves last year, well this year too but this memory is from a year ago.

Yeah, I'm glad to call him one of my good friends now, you know, just like anybody else, when I saw that video that came out in like 2011, just like, who is this guy?

Made me want to be better.

Anyways, here I find myself opening up for him, and we're in I think Wyoming or something, or some-- or some crap, sorry, PBS.

I think Dragon Tails is on next.

Stay tuned, kids.

But anyways, after the show, this guy came up.

He's like, that was a great song, partner.

I was like, "Hey, thanks, man.

You know, I know what you mean."

And he was like, "I got some advice for you though."

He was like, "Okay, what's up?"

And he's like, "You got to know where you play a song like that.

I said, "I do that's why I played it."

♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪ I did what you told me to do ♪ ♪ I returned it all I gave back your inner sky ♪ ♪ With nowhere to fall ♪ The artifact's name ♪ Yeah, the one that I borrowed ♪ ♪ Well, I think I might keep it there ♪ ♪ At the edge of the hall ♪ Well, they say it's careless to let down your walls ♪ ♪ They say it's dangerous out there ♪ ♪ But in order to keep myself happy I cannot care ♪ ♪ Now as I gaze upon ♪ The edge of the aging sun ♪ ♪ I'm brought back to simpler times ♪ ♪ When it was fun ♪ The fact still remains ♪ Though it's gettin' harder ♪ ♪ Well I'lI stand out in the pouring rain ♪ ♪ And dry out when it's done ♪ ♪ They say it's careless to let down your walls ♪ ♪ They say it's dangerous out there ♪ ♪ But in order to keep myself happy ♪ ♪ I cannot care ♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪ I don't I don't care if the sun don't shine ♪ ♪ But it better or people will wonder ♪ ♪ I wouldn't mind if it ever quit rainin' ♪ ♪ 'Cept the kids are afraid of the thunder ♪ ♪ Say sour grapes You can laugh and don't ♪ ♪ Say sour grapes But I don't care ♪ ♪ I couldn't care less if I didn't have a friend ♪ ♪ 'Cept people would say I was crazy ♪ ♪ I wouldn't work 'cause I don't need money ♪ ♪ 'Cept the same folks would say I was lazy.

♪ ♪ Say sour grapes You can laugh and stare ♪ ♪ Say sour grapes But I don't care ♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪ I couldn't care less if she never come back ♪ ♪ I was gonna leave her anyway ♪ ♪ And all the good times that we shared ♪ ♪ Don't mean a thing today.

♪ ♪ Say sour grapes You can laugh and stare ♪ ♪ Say sour grapes But I don't care ♪♪ Tre: All right.

Let's play a happy song.

♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪ I needed an answer or some kind of sign ♪ ♪ I have too much goin' on in my mind ♪ ♪ I've tried prayin' to the Lord and therapy ♪ ♪ And if I learned one thing it ain't for me ♪ ♪ A friend said yoga was worth a try ♪ ♪ But prices for lessons are too damn high ♪ ♪ Me oh my I wish someone would tell me why ♪ ♪ I thought drinkin' liquor was all I need ♪ ♪ But all that it made me was sad and mean ♪ ♪ So I took up smokin' that cigaweed ♪ ♪ But it just made worse my memory ♪ ♪ So I switched to the hard stuff ♪ ♪ and I like cocaine ♪ But my doctor she tell me it eats your brain ♪ ♪ Me oh my I wish someone would tell me lies ♪ ♪ Yeah ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪ I wish someone would tell me lies ♪ ♪ I took a vacation to Italy ♪ ♪ If I knew the language I'd never leave ♪ ♪ I've made love to women on a black sand shores ♪ ♪ But I know in my heart that it ain't no cure ♪ ♪ So if you got an answer won't you tell me please ♪ ♪ 'Cause all that I do just bring me closer to my knees ♪ ♪ Me oh my I wish someone would hear my cry ♪ ♪ Me oh my I wish someone would hear my cry.

♪♪ ♪ The sky then opened up, and from it came a light ♪ ♪ Where have you been?

♪ I caught it from the rye ♪ Well I was in a canyon, mingled with a tribe ♪ ♪ Soon became my family as I became their kind ♪ ♪ Sure I'm getting older, ♪ ♪ but younger than you still ♪ ♪ Where have you been?

♪ Was in the northern hills ♪ Pickin' up the daisies, a child left behind ♪ ♪ As I put 'em by a tombstone, pretendin' it was mine ♪ ♪♪♪ ♪ And it's the changin' of the walls ♪ ♪ All my favorite paintings, they keep on fallin' down ♪ ♪ And I need savin' by the grace of God ♪ ♪ But I know he's off creatin' another one like me ♪ ♪ Lively live a lot then die beyond and rot ♪ ♪ Where have you been?

♪ Just ponderin' a thought If nothin's everlastin' ♪ ♪ and everything is lost ♪ Then everyone around me is all I ever got ♪ ♪ Sure I blame the order, the government is real ♪ ♪ Where have you been?

♪ Just tryna make a deal ♪ To the chief commander, be privy to the small ♪ ♪ 'Cause soon they'll understand it, ♪ ♪ the ice will fall to salt ♪♪♪ ♪ And it's the changin' of the walls ♪ ♪ All my favorite paintings, they keep on fallin' down ♪ ♪ And I need savin' by the grace of God ♪ ♪ But I know he's off creatin' another one like me ♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪ Draw a picture that I can't trace ♪ ♪ Shield it from my mind ♪ Sharp and heavy is the angel's face ♪ ♪ And gilded are the lines ♪ Blue smoke from my cigarette ♪ ♪ Danced upon my eye ♪ Moon has risen and it lit your way ♪ ♪ To Paradise Dixie red lie in the grass ♪ ♪ Like a diamond cut in half It shines like gold ♪ ♪ And it can't be sold Or even walked past ♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪ The morning whispers amazing grace ♪ ♪ The evening it just sighs ♪ ♪ Donald and Lydia in disarray ♪ ♪ Will live a hundred lives ♪ ♪ Boundless in the evergreen waters ♪ ♪ Gently down the stream ♪ Green River knows you as its father ♪ ♪ Life is but a dream Dixie red lie in the grass ♪ ♪ Like a diamond cut in half It shines like gold ♪ ♪ And it can't be sold Or even walked past ♪ ♪ If it shines like gold ♪ And it can't be sold Or even walked past ♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ Tre: Hey, you.

Okay, here's another song.

♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪ Well, you know I'd rather live off ♪ ♪ the goodwill of strangers ♪ And let my hair grow wild and wide ♪ ♪ Than have the shadow of money crossin' over me ♪ ♪ Wherever I go, feel it under my eye ♪ ♪ Well, ain't sayin' that I ain't used to it ♪ ♪ somehow I spent my time with the wise man too ♪ ♪ But if it's one thing I woulda done differently ♪ ♪ I'd kill 'em fast before he understood ♪ ♪ For cryin' out loud, I just want out ♪ ♪ No, I can't take it anymore ♪ ♪ This carnival mirror's got everybody feelin' sick ♪ ♪ There's no winner, there's no loser ♪ ♪ Just life and its abuser ♪ Leave no trace and give no reason why ♪ ♪ Cruel by design ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪ From what I gather, ♪ there's nothin' to worry about ♪ ♪ Inside these walls taller than Heaven ♪ ♪ With all this talk about building them higher now ♪ ♪ You gotta wonder, what's behind the levee?

♪ ♪ With your eyes like fire and your heart like stone ♪ ♪ And your voice like oblivion moanin' ♪ ♪ Yeah, you are quick to abide by your bottomless pride ♪ ♪ But you hide when it's overflowin' ♪ ♪ For cryin' out loud, just want out ♪ ♪ No, I can't take it anymore ♪ ♪ This carnival mirror's got everybody feelin' sick ♪ ♪ There's no winner, there's no loser ♪ ♪ Just life and its abuser ♪ Leave no trace and give no reason why ♪ ♪ Cruel by design ♪ Cruel by design ♪ ♪♪♪ Tre: Thanks a lot y'all for hanging out with me.

Thank you, Ferndale and Old Steeple and PBS.

Absolutely.

This last song is called--thank You.

This last song is called "Sweet Misery," and it's the happiest song I have.

Anyways, my name's Tre Burt and I'll see you next time.

Thank you.

♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪ You can see the ring of darkness ♪ ♪ covering up the light ♪ But to see it is to admit that it's just passing by ♪ ♪ My friend in New York City she calls me time to time ♪ ♪ And I tell her made up stories, ♪ ♪ but never tell her lies ♪ And the weight of my heart, ♪ ♪ it swings me left to right ♪ ♪ Like a wrecking ball on a six-foot chain ♪ ♪ Forever, all my life ♪ It only goes to show, sweet misery ♪ ♪ You can follow me down to the end of my path ♪ ♪ But you still gotta get through me ♪ ♪ Hm-hm-hm, mm-mm-mm ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪ I believe, if for the moment, ♪ ♪ in Heaven I reside ♪ It might as well be anywhere, ♪ ♪ so why not in my mind?

♪ Oh, you, yeah, you, who else am I talking to?

♪ ♪ Go sit down by your lonesome ♪ ♪ and entertain the fool I was late to the party, ♪ ♪ and I'm eating someone's food ♪ ♪ But I've never been so hungry to be without a clue ♪ ♪ It only goes to show, sweet misery ♪ ♪ You can follow me down to the end of my path ♪ ♪ But you still gotta get through me ♪ ♪ Yeah, you can follow me down to the end of my path ♪ ♪ But you still gotta get through me ♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ ♪♪♪ Tre: Thank you very much.

Thank you all.

Thank you so much.

Yeah, I might have a beer with y'all or something there.

Thank you.

♪ What good does the drivin' do, ♪ ♪ what good, what good what good?

♪ ♪ What good does the sailin' do, ♪ ♪ what good, what good what good?

♪ ♪ What good does the flyin' do?

♪♪ ♪♪♪ Tre: All right.

Thank you so much.

announcer: Live from the Old Steeple is made possible by the Victorian Village of Ferndale, California.

Small town charm, historic architecture, and natural beauty.

Located near the Giant Redwoods.

Explore the Lost Coast or relax in Ferndale's quaint lodging.

Ferndale home of the Old Steeple and the heart of the Redwoods.

Humboldt County, California, home to the tallest trees on earth is the perfect playground for exciting outdoor adventures for all ages.

Come and experience our natural beauty, ancient forests, and breathtaking vistas.

Fortuna is known as the friendly city within the Redwood Forest, close to the Avenue of the Giants, the Victorian Village of Ferndale, the Lost Coast, and Eureka.

Fortuna is your home base for getaway adventures.

Learn more at VisitHumboldt.com.