- ...warm up a little bit. It's cold up there on stage
- It is cold
- Noted

- ...am I in the right place?
- [tape fast-forwarding]
- Noise set! [laughter]
- Yeah, that song's good. I like that song too. It's gonna be something someday
- It's unreleased

- You didn't bring your piano?
- No, next time. It doesn't do well in the cold, that's why i didn't bring it
- Yeah, that's fair. That's a lot of breaks to tune
- Okay, here I go...

There’s a bully in your bloodstream
There’s goodness too
And goodness you have your mama’s voice
Daddy’s feet
Nana’s eyes and Grandpa’s teeth
There’s an еlement of evil in
What you wеre, at age eighteen
You could blame it on the bloodstream, yeah
You could blame it on the bloodstream

Accept the blood, for how it beats
Accept the liar, and the cheat
Accept the violence, and defeat
Accept that you are, what you eat
You eat in secret, you overeat
You starve yourself, and then repeat
If I met John at seventeen
I wouldn’t tell him anything
Cause he is evil, but also sweet
Wearing outfits, incomplete
An emperor without his sleeves
A little boy who loves the beach and
Now a man at 33
Who sometimes hears a voice repeat:
“Yeah you could die, and you’d be clean
You could go leave everything”
But I am an ocean of living things
A lover, friend, and I sing
Just like my mom
Just like my dad
Just like my sister
Just like my past

- Cool, thank y'all
- [cheers]
- Damn, what?
- I think I'm gonna cry out here, shit!
- John, stop!
- After I played that in New York at the [?], my cousin said, "But you're 34, not 33. So it's... did you lie in the song?"
- [laughter]