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I try to sleep but there's a drip-drip in my head
I try to shake it off, get a grip, seeing red
I try to concentrate, finger tips feeling dead
I think I'll take a walk and think about what you said
You said I'm gonna have to take it down a notch
You said I'm gonna have to step where I watch
You said I'm gonna have to stop the hopscotch
I've been hopping non-stop down the road I've been walking on
I see a light emanating from the night sky
I see a brighter version of myself, wonder why
I hear a clock ticking tocks like a lullaby
I think I'd better find a better street to occupy
Left, right, now I think I'm on the right track
Left, right, now I think I should be heading back
Left, right, left, right right right
Write it down you amnesiac
It's fading away
Now I have to fight back to the day
Well I suppose it's what I chose
That's how it goes
I've got my toes up to the edge
Of the ocean's solemn pledge
I know what the water would have
But I'm fighting the undertow
I hear a voice telling me to get away from here
I hear myself remind my body not to interfere
I think I maybe should have been a better puppeteer
Better keep cutting strings, find a way to persevere
I feel my heart as it beats out of my chest
I feel my eyes rolling over, 'cause they're not impressed
I feel my tongue filling up my mouth, feeling stressed
Now I've got to straighten up, I'm dolled up in my Sunday best
I'm in a tie (it's the bow kind)
I've got a hat (it's the tops)
I'm looking sharp but feeling dull
I'm fading away
Now I have to fight back to the day
Well I suppose it's what I chose
That's how it goes
I've got my toes up to the edge
Of the ocean's solemn pledge
I know what the water would have
But I'm fighting the undertow
I think I see a light at the corner of my vision
It's hard to be sure, but I've got to come to a decision
Am I getting closer?
Or is it getting closer?
I know we're getting closer...
I've got my toes up to the edge
Of the ocean's solemn pledge
I know what the water would have
But I'm fighting the undertow
I've got my toes up to the edge
Of the ocean's solemn pledge
I know what the water would have
But I'm fighting the undertow
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In Between My Teeth
03:56
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I walked all the way downtown to see my friends
But I didn't spot any
Money's never been a problem
Except on the days I haven't got any
I'd take a little comedy
Over the drama that you seem to be giving me
I'd live with a little cavity
If it would mean that I could stop flossing in between my teeth
I turned all my ways upside down
Looked at my faults
That is, if I've got any
But that presented its own problems
They're swimming around but I haven't caught any
I'd take a little tragedy
Over the drama that you seem to be giving me
I drink just a little heavily
But only because I think I'm washing spaces in between my teeth
I think there are twenty or so
(I don't count the molars I don't seem them when you smile)
I've been acting
(confusing, I know)
But I'm just bi-polar
I've been so for a while
Don't tell my mom
She'd only worry
Please, mom, don't worry
And don't tell dad
It's not that bad
I'm getting better
I'd take a little charity
Over the drama that you seem to love giving me
I need just a little self-esteem
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Right Thing
04:54
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Things are getting hard
And all I'm good for is complaining
I'm looking for the Son
But the Devil keeps reigning
I told my mother I would do my best
I know these tears are good for nothing
But I will shed them nonetheless
Set me on fire
I want to do the right thing
But if I'm going to join the choir
First I gotta learn to sing
Fill me with light
And I will scream it out
If I'm going to live for something
I'll have to learn to live for something that I can't live without
Nights are getting long
And I need something else to cheer for
Still looking for the Son
So he can tell me what I'm here for
I told a baby he should not grow old
So now I look for someplace warmer
'Cause this coffin is getting cold
Set me on fire
I want to do the right thing
But if I'm going to join the choir
First I gotta learn to sing
Fill me with light
And I will scream it out
If I'm going to live for something
I'll have to learn to live for something that I can't live without
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Mix Me Up A Molotov
02:35
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I've been up to my old tricks
I'm in the city dodging punches and kicks
I walk around, I'm like a loaded gun
It's Friday night, and we all want to have a good time
So now I'm wearing my coolest jacket
My friends and I, we make a hell of a racket
I'm picking pennies up, I pick 'em up and put 'em down
I'm kicking coffee cups, I kick 'em down the boulevard
I married my wife 'cause she's sexy
I read a lot of books between the ages of nine and ten
I'm the arsonistic apathetic motherfucker on a cop car
And I've got a new friend
Mix me up a molotov
Hot diggity damn
Uh oh
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These walls are taller than I thought
Each elaborate tapestry depicts one of the battles I have fought
A perfect view I'd have from on my throne
But I'm not a king, I'm just a kid
And these blank walls can tell the tale of everything I ever did
At least that how I think when I'm alone
Somebody get me a medic
One with medicine for the pathetic
One who'll take my head off like the useless limb it is when I'm alone
It's time to build another wall
Looking at the last one I'd say it's even weaker than it's tall
I'd generously give it one more day
This next wall's got to be the thickest yet
Its predecessor's crumbling down
And this next wall's like to be the last I get
I already anticipate decay
Somebody get me a doctor
One with miracles in his concoct-er
One who'll feed me poison like I should have done myself
But was too scared
And so I left it safely poisoning the shelf
Later on I'll know I'm wrong
But this is how I think when I'm alone
A singular thrill
In the form of a pill
The words I say will prove I'm a liar
When the funeral forgets to transpire
Closed On Account Of Rain
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