Drums: Scott Rouse

Heretofore, we always were the champions 
drenching down, soaked, the spirit dampens 
and I suppose, I never learned to bruise  

Second prize, first to lose 
I know that it's tough 
I'm not top of the podia but I guess where I am is good enough.  

Once I'd run circles around Saturn 
one four five, turn around the pattern 
back to one. I've got red ribbon blues  

On second thought, second sight, if I may be bold. 
All that glitters is glass, Silver Medals are much better than gold.

2nd Prize

Drums: Scott Rouse

Even the odds tend to turn up in twos
and I hope in the end you'll lose
filled my soul with novocaine
so everything felt just the same

But if you're backing me up
to a corner tonight
the blood on your hands
is proof I'll bite
don't you dare take us down right now

Megaton heartache liquified
sucker punch stinging butterfly,
Even the odds, twenty five to one
all of this business comes undone

Burned me up twice in an overhaul,
I'm an expert in knowing nothing at all,
but I'm sure you're folding underfoot

But if you're backing us up
to a corner tonight
the blood on your hands
is proof we'll bite
don't you dare back us up right now

Even The Odds

Drums recorded at 800 Chestnut, San Francisco, CA (Studio 9).

All these eggs in a basket
leave the lollipop dream behind
an awful type of sunlight
I'm falling down, so please be kind

Through all the heartache and shame
no one really knows
taking everything
but giving zero faux

The action lines are razors
and empty dialogue balloons
we're here chasing paper
living in a cold cartoon

Giving Zero Faux

RAH RAH RHETORIC! IT MAKES ME SORE, IT MAKES ME SICK!
RAH RAH RHETORIC! IT MAKES ME SORE, IT MAKES ME SICK!

Don't give me no more, your rah rah rhetoric
it makes me sore it makes me sick
Don't give me no more, the bah bah foolishness
dumbing down, a hit or miss

Don't lay your lines on me
don't drag us down to your unleveled land
you're quickly rolling down
plastic hand in plastic hand

RAH RAH RHETORIC! IT MAKES ME SORE, IT MAKES ME SICK!
RAH RAH RHETORIC! IT MAKES ME SORE, IT MAKES ME SICK!

Don't give me no more, corporation punishment
pay no mind, to pay no rent
just cut off your rah rah rhetoric
you're a madman, a lunatic

Don't lay your lines on me
don't drag us down to your unleveled land
you're quickly rolling down, to the ground
plastic hand in plastic hand

RAH RAH RHETORIC! IT MAKES ME SORE, IT MAKES ME SICK!
RAH RAH RHETORIC! IT MAKES ME SORE, IT MAKES ME SICK!

Rah Rah Rhetoric

Drums: Scott Rouse

Sentimental system, with them floating out to sea
they pledge a pact to the contract
but I assure you there's no guarantee

Hod my hand in fresh chagrin, steeped in disesteem
lost some face I put someplace,
I'm trenched in treachery

Hold me here put together,
I hope that I never come unglued again
this one tone of feathers, still heavy as ever
as I remember back when

Burned me twice, it will suffice
a solid shame on me
I melted down all the sound, of an awful reverie

Holding out for better battles, to turn around and flee
so they know they might live to fight another wannabe

Hold me still here together
I know that I'd never be subdued again,
this one ton of feathers, still heavy as ever
as I remember back when

Unglued

Drums recorded at 800 Chestnut, San Francisco, CA (Studio 9).

Sprinting the marathon, so far from the finish line
spinning out on the Autobahn
not a second, son, to waste your time

MINUTE FIVE - twenty six miles away
(run run, in place, place)
MINUTE TEN - twenty six miles away
(run run, in place, place)
HOUR SIX - twenty six miles away
(run run, in place, place)

I'M STILL - miles away

From the beach to Boise at full speed, I'm running on empty
beach to Boise at full speed, I'm running, on empty

Full speed, pedal to the medal like a bullet shot
quickly, rocket past past the logic
barely time enough to finish your train of...

BREAKNECK - twenty six miles to go
(run run, in place, place)
DOUBLE TIME - twenty six miles away
(run run, in place, place)
BLUE STREAK - twenty six miles to go
(run run, in place, place)

I'M STILL - miles away

From the beach to Boise at full speed, I'm running on empty
beach to Boise at full speed, I'm running, on empty

Twenty six miles away, twenty six miles away,
How I wish it weren't so far

Run run, in place, place

Sprinting The Marathon (Beach Boise)

Drums: Scott Rouse

Hurry hurry, you're never gonna' get caught up
worry worry, shaking loose the coffee cup

Never got a handle, in spite of all the scandal,
couldn't hold a candle in the the cold November pain

scurry scurry, your wheel's not burning out
blurry blurry, running down the roundabout

spinning out control, missing all the goals,
taking all the tolls of circling down the drain

What's the point of keeping up if you're never gonna' get ahead?
Start me up at the finish line, 
I'll just be right here instead
Instead of lying down, 
I realize they'll be dropping dead
Let 'em loop around, to catch back up with me

Let 'em run for once

Surly surly, move the pawns on your game plan
Hurry hurry, now we're back where we began

Tossed into the main time, pulled into the pipeline,
hangin' ten again over the vapor of propane

Sailing by, regatta go
Before the falling ice turns to snow
Start me up at the finish line, 
I'll be right here where I know
Let 'em loop around
to catch back up with me

Let 'em run for once

Running To Ketchup

Apricot and peach color evening
kaleidoscopic crystalline
paid for shade in a morbid moment
we're in orbit satellite

If I could dive into the setting sun
sending breakers circling skies
turning trillions back to one, and melting down until it's liquified

the film, exquisite and delicious
there's a a river on the second story floor
iris collides inside your eyes
acres of ochre sycamore

If I could dive into the setting sun
sending breakers circling skies
turning trillions back into a single one it's liquified

phantasmagoria

Phantasmagoria

Recorded live at Liquid in Tulsa Oklahoma with Paul Knight on drums/vocals, Ben Neikirk on trombone/vocals, and Bryan Jewett on guitar/vocals. and Jeff Johnston on bass/vocals. Circa 2001.

Live @ Liquid's

Lucy In the Sky With Diamonds - Live @ Liquid

Sound sculpture intended for installation piece entitled "CO2". 4.0 surround mixed to stereo.

SOUND FOR INSTALLATION - CO2

Chance music piece composed for music box kit.

jeffbjohnston

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