Jeff Johnston

17

This song is written from the perspective of a murderer looking back on his life while awaiting execution.

It was a muddy Monday mornin’
And you let me in
Yeah you let me in

Sign on the wall said no
So you let me go
Yeah you let me go

But how many years away
Can we be?
Before my ashes turn to flame
Daylight slips away

Beat on a train mainline
And I’m feelin’ fine
Yes I’m feelin’ fine

Soap on a rope works well
I figured what the hell
I figured what the hell

But how many years away
Can we be?
Before I see the preacher stare
From my electric chair

It was a bloody Monday mornin’
So you took me in
Yeah you took me in

Now I’m singin’ my same sad old song
And it won’t be long
No it won’t be long

But how many years away
Can we be?
Before our ashes turn to flame
Daylight slips away

9

Francis Bacon said, "People prefer to believe what they prefer to be true." That was the inspiration for this song about looking beyond what we are brought up to believe without questioning.

Being There



Mommy Mommy won?t you let me go
I need a ride down to the picture show
No dirty movies gonna warp my mind
I?m feelin? fine, and my eyes still shine

Being there is not the same as imagining but
Just don?t stare, cuz it?s not polite ? no

I don?t believe in no conspiracy
Except for the one against us all
For every spirit that rises up
At no particular time it?s bound to fall

Voting is not the same as pulling the strings but,
Just don?t share your opinions with me - no

6

Don't follow the herd off a cliff, just because a bunch of mad wild Indians are chasing you!

People like us never lose
Sight of what?s what and whose is whose
But I get around on my own
While you keep talkin? on your cell phone
But no one?s ever gonna save you

From Yourself

People like us should be ashamed
Of living inside a picture frame
But my alibis are my own eyes
And you can?t trust the sycophants that you despise
No one else will ever save you

From Yourself

While I get through life all alone
And you just hang around all your clones
How do you distinguish them

From Yourself?

5

Melancholy, psychadelic ballad about reliving partially repressed memories in order to recover emotionally.

Children hide your eyes
Or be traumatized by what you see...

Got a fragment of a memory
Stuck inside a terrifying dream

Children hide your eyes
Cuz there?s no disguise for suffering?

Got a fragment of a memory
Stuck inside a terrifying dream

I?ve got to make it whole
Before I can let it go

7

A song about how many people seem to live as though they accept what they know in their hearts to be wrong, and how they feel it's better not to speak out about it.

I wanna ride the night, at the speed of light
I wanna see the trees begin to die
Before the seeds are sown, before they’re even thrown
Before the frail Cassandra’s head explodes

And we’re better off,
Deaf & Dumb

Because a prescient drone, is like a precious stone
You wanna show it off but lock it up at night
You’ve got to do what’s best, and put the truth at rest
Because there’s things that we just should not know – oh no

And we’re better off,
Deaf & Dumb

You can’t explain it all, you think you’re 10 feet tall
But I’ll guarantee the fee's much more than you can pay
Don’t try to pick the locks to Pandora’s box
Settle for what you get, don’t fear your life away – yeah, yeah

Cuz we’re better off,
Deaf & Dumb

7

A sarcastic ballad that sounds happy on the outside, but contains grim snapshots of a harsh reality within the lyrics.

Billy was a bad boy he fell off at age thirteen
And fallen angels fall so hard at his age

He blew away six children – His schoolyard enemies
When asked him why the only thing he would say

I’m all alone
He moaned and groaned

Sally was a sassy sultry sweet sixteen beaut queen
And all she cared about was sitting pretty

But then John Cocker knocked and locked her up and ate the key
And drug her by the hair far from the city

I’m all alone
He moaned and groaned

Mr. Markley was a circus marksman from Madrid
Blind-folded he could shoot a fruit off his wife

But once somebody sneezed he shot her in the head instead
And just before he shook and took his own life

I’m all alone
He moaned and groaned

How could I reject you when you just rejected me?
You say nobody loves you but you’re lyin’

And how do you expect me to respect you more and be
Behind you when you only talk of dyin’?

I’m all alone
You moan and groan

5

A chrous-less lament about dealing with the guilt of having deceived a loved one.

Keep your voices down
Keep your voices down

Keep the camera hidden in the eiderdown

Keep your voices down
Keep your voices down
Keep the camera hidden in the eiderdown

Yeah, Yeah, Yeah

Lock the door make sure
Lock the door make sure

I’m stranglin’ my ego on the bathroom floor

Lock the door make sure
Lock the door make sure

I’m stranglin’ my ego on the bathroom floor

Yeah, Yeah, Yeah

Bloody wedding dress
Bloody wedding dress

This could be the start of such a beautiful mess

Bloody wedding dress
Bloody wedding dress

This could be the start of such a beautiful mess

Yeah, Yeah, Yeah

8

The cries of a resentful son about the hypocritical and abusive treatment his parents subjected him to.

I don’t care, what you’re sayin’
And I don’t care, what you’re thinkin’
You little shit, you piece of scum
How could you be, so fuckin’ dumb?
And your sister is a little whore
A little bitch, a little whore

But never doubt for a second that I
Ever did love you
Because you know that I do
Son

Where do you think, that you’re goin’?
You never will, amount to nothin’
Don’t come cryin’ to me when you find out
Just how shitty the world can be
I could care less – You’re worthless
And your sister is a little whore
A little bitch, a little whore

But never doubt for a second that I
Still believe in you
Because you know that I do
Son

No don’t come cryin’ to me when you find out
Just how shitty the world can be
I could care less – You’re worthless
And your sister is a little whore
A little bitch, a little whore

But never doubt for a second that I
Ever did love you
Because you know that I do
Son