Good Luck, Good Night

Vegas

As Long As The Music Plays

Song from my new short song album "Out of Tune", available on all major streaming/download sites.

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Lyrics:

Trevor sits in his room alone
Staring at that poster of Sylvester Stallone
From the bedside table he picks up his phone
And on the cracked touchscreen he types testosterone
On the cracked touchscreen he types testosterone

Hey hey hey hey hey

They start asking more questions about the student loan
Another dead end reached, there’s no buffer zone
One more phone call to make, he listens to the dial tone
Wishing his voice sounded more like a baritone
Wishing his voice sounded more like a baritone

Hey hey hey hey hey

Dancing around a zone of low pressure like a cyclone
This endlessly self-destructive monotone
This vacuum-sealed misery, can it be outgrown?

Sometimes they try to be nice but there’s an undertone
Now you gotta cross without a stepping stone
Here comes the storm, head on, full-blown
To survive, it will take more than a sex hormone
To survive, it will take more than a sex hormone

Hey hey hey hey hey

Dancing around a zone of low pressure like a cyclone
This endlessly self-destructive monotone
This vacuum sealed misery, can it be outgrown?

Written, recorded and produced by John Ian. All rights reserved.

Out Of Tune

Cyclone

Song from my new short song album "Out of Tune", available on all major streaming/download sites.

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Lyrics:

Her face so pale against the kitchen wall
I washed the lipstick off her glass
I washed the lipstick off her glass
And I made the call
I heard him at the door
And I ran out into the yard
He kicked me in the gut and I went down hard
And when he broke my nose
The blood dripped without a sound
My blood dripped without a sound
Onto the frozen ground

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Frozen Ground

Song from my short song album "Out of Tune", available on all major streaming/download sites.
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Lyrics:

We worry, we sweat, we ache
We try to create something to ease the pain
In this masquerade
Tell me is it all in vain
Tell me is it all in vain
Tell me is it all in vain
In this masquerade
We worry, we sweat, we ache
We try to create something that makes us whole
In this masquerade
Come on and show me your face
Come on and show me your face
Come on and show me your face
In this masquerade



Written, recorded and produced by John Ian. All rights reserved.

This Masquerade

An older song from around 1999

Lyrics:

Cold wind blowin’, there’s a smell of fear
So let’s have another cigarette, have another beer
Mom used to say actions speak louder than words
But hell I can’t move `cause everything hurts

December
December

So many times I pretend to be strong
Can fool you easily singing happy songs
It’s just a whole lot of nothing I guess
That turns this life into one hell of a mess

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Rising Tide

December

Song from my short song album "From A Different Angle", available on all major streaming/download sites.
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Lyrics:

Sometimes in summer

Sometimes in summer when the mood is right
Sometimes in summer when I call her name everything's fine
Present in the moment without a care

Sometimes in summer, sometimes in summer
Sometimes in summer, sometimes in summer
We just lead our lives and life leads us well
We just lead our lives and life leads us well

Sometime, baby, sometimes I don't know what to say
And sometimes in the evening it's all I want and hey
You take my hand and guide me, you make me understand
That sometime, maybe sometimes, the world's a place for you and me
You and me and everyone to be
Just to be, just to be, just to be
Just be, just be, just be

Sometimes in summer, sometimes in summer
Sometimes in summer, sometimes in summer
We just lead our lives and life leads us well
We just lead our lives and life leads us well

Written, recorded and produced by John Ian. All rights reserved.

From A Different Angle

Sometimes In Summer

Song from my short song album "Out of Tune", available on all major streaming/download sites.
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Lyrics:
Wiping spilled wine off the counter, her eyelids heavy
Somebody makes a mess, she cleans it up
It’s all she’s ever known
Seems like it’s all she’s ever done
She was just a waitress, just a waitress

And all those stupid conversations
There was no wisdom to be found in any of that
Then again, how would she even know?
How would she even know?
She was just a waitress, just a waitress

On her way back home the fake moon
Nothing but a disk of pale light
Sitting there behind ragged shallow clouds

Written, recorded and produced by John Ian. All rights reserved.

Just A Waitress

Song from my new short song album "Out of Tune", available online on all major streaming/download sites.

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LYRICS

Back then we were all the same, running barefoot through the fields in the rain, playing soccer on the street scraping our knees, back then

How long was a year back then
How long was the summer
How long was a single day, back then

I didn’t need to hear what I already knew
I didn’t need to hear what I already knew
I didn’t need to hear what I already knew
So I punched you in the face
And that was the end

How long was a year back then
How long was the summer
How long was a single day, back then

Written, recorded and produced by John Ian. All rights reserved.

Back Then

A little song I wrote last summer when Springsteen's "Western Stars" came out.