Track Dedication
Dedicated to the artist-relations teams, runners, wranglers, liaisons, and handler crews who live permanently in the crossfire—advocating for artists while trying not to get roasted alive by production. You’re the bridge no one notices until it buckles, translating “creative vision” into something the crew can actually execute while absorbing every rider tweak, schedule slip, wardrobe crisis, and pre-show meltdown with a headset smile and a quietly dying soul.
When the crowd screams, the review praises the headliner, and everyone says “what a show,” you’re already in the wings lining up the next miracle. This track is for the ones who make impossible timelines feel inevitable, who absorb the chaos so the spotlight can look clean, who get called bossy by talent and ignored by crew, who know everybody’s secrets and almost never get to tell their own.
Lyrics – “Feet_Beat.pdf (But My Rider Says…)”
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Runner, status on Hogthrob?
Copy, he's uh... still in his dressing nebula
We have sparkles everywhere, zero Link
Doors are open, five to show
Five to show! But his rider said no
I've got a headset, clipboard, lanyard, shoes that never stop
I'm the shadow in the hallway when the strobes are at the top
House left yelling, "Is our hero on the way?"
Wardrobe says he's finding his light in front of three buffets
We've got water at room temperature, not too cold
Fog at knee-high, just like the email from three weeks old
They want the crowd to feel he dropped in from the stars
But I'm the one sprinting between five dressing room bars
FOH is asking, "Can we start the intro tape?"
Lighting's ready with his name in giant pink and cape
I'm on comms saying, "Yep, he's basically here"
But I'm staring at a mirror and a pile of sequin gear
Hands on the fader, tension in the subs
Everybody waiting for that captain of the clubs
I whisper to the dark as the riser starts to grow
Yeah, we're ready to go
But his rider said no
I'm the runner in the rafters, racing through the glow
Making deals with time we don't actually own
Every cue is loaded, every laser primed to blow
We're four from show
The crowd screams "Link!", the timeline flows
The stage lip shakes, the pressure grows
I say we're good, but the crew all knows
He's not on deck... but my rider screams
Okay, we're doing this live
Second wave crowd now, everyone is checked in
I've lapped this backstage corridor six times, maybe ten
He's rehearsing his entrance with a fog machine and fan
Practicing a hair flip like a launch countdown plan
Catering's out of carrot sticks, he's not a happy hog
And sister's intro simulates re-entry through the fog
Lighting wants a walkthrough, FOH wants a line
I'm trading little white lies like it's all by design
Stage right calling, "Can we please proceed to deck?"
Wardrobe shouting, "No, the cape is not correct"
Laser tech is counting down in perfect quarter time
I'm juggling four clipboards and a read-through of his lines
The riser gets ridiculous, the snare is in a sprint
I'm sweating through my laminate while every light is mint
I say he's walking now, but my comms all know
He's still in front of the mirror... and the clock says go
I'm the ghost between the strobe beams, holding up the sky
Taping down the cables so the night can really fly
Name in giant letters, crowd about to blow
We're one from show
The crowd screams "Link!", the riser grows
The snare rolls fast, the tension glows
I say he's close, but the time hand knows
The downbeat drops... but my rider says
Where is he?
He says the fog is two inches too high
We just killed the entire build
Yeah, the whole field heard it, stop
I cannot possibly stride through anything above mid-calf
Copy that. Adjusting the density of your dramatic entrance, Captain
I know he's under pressure to the poster, say his name
If the night goes off the rails, I won't be in the blame
They'll cut a supercut of him in laser, smoke, and heat
No one rolls the credits for the feet behind his feat
I don't need my name in lights or thunder when I pass
Just want the people leaving here to say they had a blast
If they dance and laugh and make it home in one whole piece
Then all my frantic hallway laps were honestly worth the grease
I'm the runner in the shadows, stitching seams of time
Catching all the moments that fall out between the lines
You cheer the hog in spotlight, that's exactly how it goes
I'll be in the wings when the last light blows
Oh, the crowd screams "Link!", the headline glows
The review will say, "What a show!"
That's alright, I know, I know, I know he got to shine
But my rider says
Okay, we're doing this live
Same hog tomorrow, same rider again
Same headset crackle in the dark at the end
I'll take the call, take the hit, take the "No"
Places in thirty... here we go
Oh, here we go
Here we go
