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Words: C. Johnson
Music: C. Johnson

I Paint What I See

There's a twisted man on a subway platform
Rattling a cupful of change
Singing "I don't know why there are clouds in the sky..."
The weather is stormy and strange

The pregnant moment before it rains
When the earth seems to hold its breath
The atoms collide and some happiness dies
We creep along closer to death

Sizing it up from the outside
I only paint what I see
The sum of the parts always equals the whole
It's a lovely mess, so it seems to me
I paint what I see....

There's a greasy boy in a sleepy suburb
Sitting on the edge of his bed
He studies the grain of his palms and his pain
As the chemicals course through his head

With a trip-hazed face he sees into space
And the love affair of distance and time
His consciousness grows as they all just say no
And add to the list of his crimes

CHORUS

An effeminate man with a masculine chest
Makes fifty-thousand dollars a year
But he feels he's oppressed and so far from blessed
He mixes champagne with his tears

A naked nun in a Chinese prison
Cattleprodded for her beliefs
But she feels she's at peace, in the moment at least
She pities those who cause her to bleed

CHORUS

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Words: C. Johnson
& K. Nakano
Music: C. Johnson

Miss American Gun

Spit curl matty dirty blond girl
Eyebrows are tiny black frowns
She's Eva Braun in baby barrettes
She's collecting her books to go burn downtown

Staring all day in the mirror
Plucked and pierced to the nines
A mannered mess, she's gorgeously gaunt
Her grass is all green and she's feeling fine

Wild-eyed free market mama
Blazing like the soul of the sun
A pin-up girl for the alternative nation
Little Miss American Gun

She doesn't want to go into detail
About the things that she believes
She's a god-and-country girl with a nosering
Not some bed-wetting bitch with her heart on her sleeve

She's a rough and tumble man like her grandpa
Who fought in double-W two
But unlike him, she was born to rock
But he understands, it's the thing to do

CHORUS

Ready to rule on the sidewalk
To own a piece of Avenue A
She's a pretty pretty pretty conservative girl
She'd be queen of the prom in a bygone day

Slim-hipped, all lip fashion plate girl
The guitar boys are her slaves
Hating the great society
Chanting "death to the state" at an all-night rave

CHORUS

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Words: C. Johnson
Music: C. Johnson

Gimme Hollywood

I have spied with this mine eye
A cardboard angel ten feet high
A sun kissed promised she whispered in my ear

She sang "Come to me and be reborn...
Join the ever-increasing hiss of the swarm
The huddled masses yearning to breathe free..."

Give me my spotlight
Gimme Hollywood
Give me raw, steely nerve and the praise I deserve
Perhaps I'll deign to love you
As you lift me up above of the fray

I have seen in countless dreams
My story made gospel in magazines
My image beaming from billboards in the sky

I'm the stardust ghost on the Miracle Mile
I'm the back bench freak at celebrity trials
I'm tired, poor and I need you to see me

Give me religion
Gimme Hollywood
Give me freedom from toil
Give me charms and snake oil
Get some magic ointment, take my pain, anoint it
Make it go away....

And I saw her there she promised me life
Salvation made of celluloid light
A crooked word that sits on a hill
Will save me, I know that it will....I've got to believe that it will
Yes, I know that it will

Now I have gazed for untold days
At the wandering rats in this palm-lined maze
The fallen angels lost here just like me

We stalk the night in broke down cars
We cruise up Mulholland and count the stars
And tempest-tossed, we walk into the sea

Give me a razor blade
Gimme Hollywood
Hold it down by the wrists as I slash it to bits
It turned me out, it burned me out, it threw me out
And left me betrayed....

And I saw her there she promised me life
Salvation on the edge of a knife
And a crooked word that burns on a hill
Will save me, I know that it will...I've got to believe that it will
Yes, I know that it will....

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Words: C. Johnson
Music: C. Johnson

Steven

It was a hundred years ago
Lost in teenage wilderness
Not knowing where to go

I kept a secret locked away
I shoved it deep inside
I swore I'd make it stay

But then you appeared and you saw me
You called me and you asked me to sing
You noticed the fire inside me
You showed me how to let freedom ring

Steven, my savior, came along and protected me
With the silence and grace of an eagle watching over the sky
Steven, you don't even know that you're the one who rescued me
Steven, you saved me, I'm alive

I painted you a portrait with my tears
For you it was a fragile gift
To accept and to hold near

You were the first to hear my cry for help
And you answered it with the love and respect
I could not give myself

And with the strength and the calm of a Buddha
A soul that's been around for so long
The music you made would embrace me
Could turn my pain into a song

CHORUS

And now we live in different worlds
I'm here with all my sweet lost boys
You're somewhere with your girls

I wonder who tonight sleeps in your arms
She is a goddess to me
The one who stole your charms

And with the radio on after midnight
I listen and I change the words
To sing of a place I can hold you
A far away and forbidden world

CHORUS

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Words: C. Johnson
& J. Hendricks
Music: C. Johnson

King Baby

His majesty the baby
Just can't get out of bed
Well, I'd love to come and rule you all
But I've got an aching head

I ruled a little hard last night
I swung my little balls
Baby King is cranky now
My temper dictates all

Little man, please say please and say thank you
Mind your manners or your mommy will spank you
Little man, please say please and say thank you
You're not the only one
Surely not the only one
You're not the only one
Naughty little lonely one

His majesty the baby
Is scribbling on the wall
Some dirty little pictures
Just like crayon voodoo dolls

The rebels must be put to rest
I've seen it in the cards
Baby King has spoken now
I'll deal and deal it hard

CHORUS

And when I found you were living off of me
I slapped you silly like you did to me
Trapped in shackles, you'll rule no one
Victim of your vicious lions
You're not the only one

His majesty the baby
Has had a rotten day
So I'll extract some vengeance
From the first fool in my way

Power is the right of kings
I'll rattle, rock and roll
Baby King, he rules the world
And he's never growing old.

CHORUS

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Words: C. Johnson
Music: C. Johnson

Get To You Soon

Sweet little sight
Late at night
How I long to love you

Heat of desire
From the fire
How I long to warm you

Dream night and day
About a way
Just to lay beside you

When I saw you I swore
I would not be ignored
And to get you I might
Draw down the spirits of night

Or should I pray to a lock of your hair?
Should I slaughter a lamb on the
Altar of Love in the cold night air....
Should I run naked and howl at the moon?
By all of the gods up above
I'm gonna get to you soon

Call earth and fire
To conspire with my
Will to find you

Call sea and air
To ensnare
To take care to find you

All love is mine
And you'll find
My design confine you

CHORUS

Hear little thing
How I sing
Of my sweet obsession

Fear. I'll have none
When I've won
You with no concessions

Here is my test
I won't rest
Til you're my possession

CHORUS

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Words: C. Johnson
Music: C. Johnson

Wounded

Brother - you come to me so many miles
Brother - with burning feet and fading smile
Defending your turf with a vengeance
Pity the person who dares come near

I'll take you wounded
I'll take you as you are
And I'll lay you down and I'll
Nurse your battle scars
We'll get this chip off your shoulder
We'll ease the weight of this cross you bear
And I'll take you wounded
And I'll do my best to care

Brother - we wrestle demons in the night
Brother - a phantom past we try to fight
We're limping away from a nightmare
Frightened eyes seeking some flight from here

CHORUS

You came to me a shell-shocked jungle vet
Heart hardened by war
But the child was in your eyes
No matter how you try to hide him away

Brother - we're only human, heaven knows
Brother - expose your pain and let it go
I've always thought scars were appealing
The mark of a man who has sight so clear

CHORUS

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Words: C. Johnson
Music: C. Johnson

Black Angel

Batter my heart and abuse me
Bite me and chew me
Spit out the the bones

Punish all my emotions
I'll show you devotion
I'll make you a home

Because the love that I've known
Has been shown by the back of a hand
And now the comforts I seek
Are all twisted and bleak
You're the evil that I understand

Oh, Black Angel....

Balk at all of my meekness
Laugh at my weakness
The words that I say
And I will quake here before you
I'll shake and adore you
I'll beg you to stay

CHORUS

Treat me mean like my daddy
Insult me and slap me
And fill me with fear

Crowd my brain with your tortures
Invade all my borders
Til they disappear

CHORUS

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Words: C. Johnson
Music: C. Johnson

Things Fall Apart

I swear that I will catch you if you fall
I swear I'll guard you preciously
Like a delicate porcelain doll

As long as I've got my two cents in
Nothing's gonna take you away
I've never had much faith in doctors
Or what they say

When you get out how strange this all will seem
You'll saddle up beside me here
In the safety of all of our dreams

But a death's head sun is sinking
Into a blood-red sea
And a ghost voice shaped by sadness
Sings to me....

And things fall apart and dissolve in my hands
Like a house made of cards or a castle of sand
I've got to hold on, got to make it alright
But I'm losing the grip that I thought was so tight

Well you're thin and in slow motion, but it's you
Don't try to talk, just hold my hand
I know it's the best you can do

But a death's head sun is sinking
Into a blood-red sea
And a ghost voice shaped by sadness
Sings to me....

CHORUS

I never had the chance to say goodbye
And I cursed myself for sleeping
When they said in the night you had died

A virus has no morals
So what about our stinking race
A hateful, blind eye speeds the fall from grace

CHORUS

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Words: C. Johnson
Music: C. Johnson

Dementia

And I forget about the planet I came from
And I forget about the hand that laid me to rest

I kind of remember the bridge we drove under
And that there's something important written down somewhere

(It all slipped by and I don't know why)

And I forget how the words go together and the meaning of the weather
And the color of her hair

Somehow somewhere all of the story unravelled
I'm left with this breath and this meaningless moment in time...

(It all slipped by and I don't care why)


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