this is a part of a christmas mixtape done with my coworkers at pavement coffee house and you can find that here: https://pavementchristmasmixtape.bandcamp.com/

All I Want For Christmas Is You (cover)

a cover of m ward's song recorded in a bedroom on a sleepy snowy day

The First Time I Ran Away (cover)

a drunken cover of Bob Dylan's, "I Was Young When I Left Home," done in 2 hours 
shoutout to my homie Brian Rajaratnam for his killer job on the engineering of it love u https://soundcloud.com/brian-raj

I Was Young When I Left Home (Bob Dylan Cover)

Your fingers slip as you button your coat
It hangs loose off your thinning frame
These winters feel much cooler
Than they used to be
You wake to voicemails of your missed plans
And have fresh cuts all up your hands
That you don't notice 'till you're in the shower
And they burn from all that hot water

You're in bed all day
And let the hours die away
Your veins look as white as your lips
And you can't remember when anything felt okay

But do things get real outside your window
Do things get real outside your window

You count the steps on your way to class
And get high behind the bleachers
You watch the track stars run their laps
And you pretend you are the same

You lie awake all night
And let the moments fade away
Red-eyed photographs are all you see
And you think that things will never change

But do things get real outside your window
Do things get real outside your window

Scott Johnson - Singer/Songwriter, Electric Guitar, Synth, Producer 
Brad Bensko - Engineer, Producer, Electric Guitar, Drums 
Mastered by Jeff Lipton at Peerless Mastering, Boston, MA 
Assistant Mastering Engineer: Maria Rice

Your Fingers Slip

The days are growing shorter the trees shedding their leaves 
They fall beneath my feet as I step without thinking 
Into a field of dead and dried branches 
Where the grass is high and the moon waits forever 
Over parking lots like a soft glowing eye 
That cries in the day for the long hours of night
 Let the willow trees hang and blow in the wind 
And never give them a second thought

In backyards forgot  I imagine myself 
With you there beside me  true like the summer 
Where we faded away and our skin lost its color
 And all of these patterns begin to make me sick

And if fate is real then we live to serve it 
And every thought that we have is all predetermined 
We can never be free, only dripping sand
 And to have any purpose was all self conceived 
So I'll smoke till I'm sick in the room where I sleep
 Lifted like high school in the park where we'd meet 
We'd stay there all night thinning our blood 
Looking for patterns in the sidewalk

I grip the grass with my hands
 And stare at my feet Let the echoes fill the house
 Until they're all that i hear
 Borrow words from a life  I used to know
 I didn't think petals still fell in the spring

The poets all weep cause its hard to remember
 When the days were the days and fall were the fall 
So I keep to myself to stay safe from language 
And only let myself have a pen and a song
 I'll take the train to the water tomorrow 
And think of a friend I wish I could call and say
 Please don't lock yourself in your room 
For so long you forget your name 
No, please don't stay so far away 
And forget you were ever here

Scott Johnson - Singer/Songwriter, Piano, Producer  Brad Bensko - Engineer, Producer Mastered by Jeff Lipton at Peerless Mastering, Boston, MA  Assistant Mastering Engineer: Maria Rice

I Knew a Girl Named Juniper

In the late days of April when spring was just ending
I went to the river and laid in juniper plants
I tried absolving myself, put my feet in the dirt,
Felt sick with the worry of what would come next
Then tomorrow did come very regularly 
It made me realize that there's nothing new
And the disappointment, I fear, is continual
And it never will leave you – it still hasn't left me
The trees stretch out their arms toward the sun
But always fall short their roots in the ground
Their ambitions are lost to the graces of the wind 
That swell and decay

And this pattern never ends
No resolution in view
The helplessness will consume you
Then cycle back again

And I think I believe that there is no truth
Every moment that starts has an eventual end
I pass empty churches on my way to work
Where hope was promised then later lost
There's this dream that I have where you're there beside me
Then suddenly you're gone and I hear your voice say
"The nights got too long, I had to leave,"
Then I fall down a rabbit hole surrounded by weeds

And then I wake up
And my rooms still looks the same
The moon at my window
Filling up the space

You spent one summer with golden light at your back
And slept with a girl who's still in your veins
You tried to forget her in a brand new city
But saw her face in every person you'd meet
And remember how her hair looked and how she spoke
But not the way her lips curled when she felt like dying
On bedroom floors in teenage summers skipping meals
She's never quite been the same

And so it all comes back,
And then leaves you again
There's nothing you can do
No, there's nothing you can do

But I once knew a girl who slept in a flowerbed
To surround herself with life and feel it all grow
Then her hair grew long – she forgot all of language
She was free of it all – free of us all
Now I never see her anymore but I like to imagine
The dark, soft soil damp from the rain
Her warm body laying there with laughter in the air
The sun high above and petals in her hair

The days bleed together 'till you can't remember 
Where one day ends and the other begins
You swore there was a line but now you've lost it
The contours blurred, just vague memories
But I think I believe that all hope is lost
No matter how I struggle it'll all end the same
It'll all be remembered as a single moment
A silhouetted sunset drive

Scott Johnson - Singer/Songwriter, Acoustic Guitar, Electric Guitar, Producer 
Brad Bensko - Engineer, Producer, Slide Guitar Bass, Drums 
Mastered by Jeff Lipton at Peerless Mastering, Boston, MA 
Assistant Mastering Engineer: Maria Rice

The Late Days

Bruce Springsteen's "I'm On Fire" covered by White Veins
Recorded and mixed by Brian Raj: https://soundcloud.com/brian-raj

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