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Blow Out Your Candles!

by Johnny Sebastian

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Blow Out Your Candles! I’m a picture of a photo Of a boy I used to be But I don’t believe in Keto So I must believe in me And I’m covered in mosquitoes And natural debris Each morning I’ve been drinking Black coffee Blow Out Your Candles! You’re gonna love it Now I’m all grown up and know that All grownups know nothing On your family mantle Sits a picture of a puppet Blow Out Your Candles You’re gonna love it I thought “I should get a haircut” But the mirror made me scared She talked of haunted houses While she tried to cut my hair And I wondered how my younger selves Would see me sitting there Unphased, unchanged, no fair! I thought “I should make an album” But I got way too depressed So I scrapped that stupid album That I built inside my head And I wrote another album For the boy I killed instead I’d show you him but he’s long dead He’s long dead Blow Out Your Candles! You’re gonna love it Now I’m all grown up and know that All grownups know nothing On your family mantle Sits a picture of a puppet Blow Out Your Candles You’re gonna love it You don’t have to love it.
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Doorstep 04:18
Doorstep I didn’t see the incline in your Doorstep You opened that door for the first time my Face was pressed against it We made a couple jokes to your father and Mentioned I’m gonna be your joke by september Your Prom dress I’m gonna be your joke by september Your Prom dress God, I love holidays Cause you get more than one Shot to make the feelings stay And there's one like every month Baby, I’m your modern day Things are getting better now I wish that they would always stay Tell me why I have to go Through negative experience To get these tools that I have to grow In meaningful relationships I didn’t see the incline in your Doorstep On our way to pictures I said I loved the Forecast “It just keeps going on and on” You asked what I meant by that The symphony of cameras Took ‘em till we were Satisfied And all the boys were poked by boutineers Your incline God, I love holidays Cause you get more than one Shot to make the feelings stay And there's one like every month Baby, I’m your modern day Things are getting better now I wish that they would always stay Tell me why I have to go Through negative experience To get these tools that I have to grow In meaningful relationships I didn’t see the incline in your Doorstep I said I loved the pictures.
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Prom Song 02:57
Prom Song (White Socks, Black Dress Shoes On) White socks, black dress shoes on Driving in your mom’s Nissan Asking me about my inspirations While I can’t start a conversation I forget to zip my pants How did all this sweat get on my hands? And all that I can think about is How I never had the chance to learn How to do the love and stuff And talk to girls and guys And folks I yearn to settle down with Woah there Slow your roll young man She’s telling me about that time How her and all her friends Got drunk off wine Standing in the picture line Trying to make up for lost time We’re both on the dance floor now (Oh yeah!) I try to move but don’t know how (Oh no!) So I kinda flail around (Yes sir!) Picture everyone with their pants down And all that I can think about is How I never had the chance to learn How to do the waltz and stuff And talk to girls and guys And folks I yearn to settle down with Woah there Slow your roll young man But when we start to dance real slow It feels like we’re on the floor alone Quite the statement for a nervous wreck Who’s more comfortable alone at home I grab her hand and hold her waist Like in this film I saw in 2nd grade I say a thing I pre prepared I’d sing it but it's too cliche But she bought it in the weirdest sense Like I’ve loved her since when we first met She whispers something I forget Leaning in Now it’s over And we’re rushed outside By a teacher with his pants too high Driving back to your parents place You say I’m really not your type I knew that from the start I guess When I stumbled on your porch doorstep Still I’ll wonder where it all went wrong That next morning with My white socks and my black dress shoes on
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Home Video 1 01:40
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Your Favorite Backup Plan I’m your favorite backup plan I plan B, plan B I am When your summer fling is dead I’ll be here right after him Until then, I’m your favorite (second guess!) I’m your favorite (second best!) I’m your favorite (After him but before the rest!) Your favorite backup plan I’m your favorite second chair cause I play parts when he’s not there And he plays parts while I’m backstage But if you’re in my life I can’t complain I’d rather walk my own way than be your third wheel appendage For moral support Till the first wheel has mended All his old ways I feel so pathetic And UNATTRACTIVE Until then, I’m your favorite (second guess!) I’m your favorite (second best!) I’m your favorite (After him but before the rest!) Your favorite backup plan And it tears me up like What do you want? Does he know? I’ve sent you letters. Your backup plan Does he know? What we write what we say when we’re alone? And if he did would it show? He might be on your stamps But i’m still in the corps When you call for reinforcements I’m the one who wins the war So here I am I’ll hold your jacket while you Hold that man You won’t be back for it I’ll leave by then But when your arms get cold And I’m not there I hope you know You were my backup plan Until then, I’m your favorite (second guess!) I’m your favorite (second best!) I’m your favorite (After him but before the rest!) Your favorite backup plan I’m your favorite.
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Cool Tattoo 04:06
Cool Tattoo I really wanna get a cool tattoo And even though its up to me Its kinda something I’m scared to do Maybe its because I’m afraid of commitment But its probably cause I just think the needle would hurt And if I get something stupid its stuck on me till I’m dead Or till I have enough money To get it off of my skin I don’t wanna be the loser At the retirement home Stuck with a tattoo he got at 19 years old Its true I really wanna get a cool tattoo And even though its up to me Its kinda something I’m scared to do Maybe its because I’m afraid of commitment But its probably cause I just think the needle would hurt And if I get something stupid I’ll either wear it with pride Or live like a loser Well god knows I’ve tried I’ve tried to figure one reason why Colored ink on me Would ever leave me more satisfied They say that this decision should be up to me But if my life were up to me I’d be sitting, eating bugles Watching HGTV I know tattoo’s can mean very much And be deal breakers for Job interviews and such and its tiring Man how I would wanna be some guy With the total confidence to write Anything on his body And where it everywhere for his life So if I ever see you on the street Adn compliment your chest embroidery Just know that I’ll be jealous For the rest of my life
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Self Sabotage Why does it hurt hurting people you love? You went through that whole mess And you still mess it up And I’ve been searching for the Reason why I did it but I Did it any way We call it Self (self) Sabotage in the highest degree Self (self) Sabotage, I just sabotaged me Self Sabotage and I did it again Self (self) Sabotage, so am I really my friend I’ve been undercover on Reconnaissance calls Finding out who I love And how to screw up it all Finding out I’m the agent Who’s best for the job Cause I put myself in traps And I usually call my mom Or write a song (Like the one you’re hearing!) I’m the cop and the killer I’m the one on the zipline And the one holding scissors at the top Watch me drop Watch me fall I can’t stop We call it Self (self) Sabotage in the highest degree Self (self) I just sabotaged me Self Sabotage and I did it again Self (self) Sabotage, so am I really my friend Self sabotage.
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Picture Me Old When I die on the hill That I’m standing on still Don’t save a slideshow for me Bring me my favorite albums I’ll tell you about them As I try to crowdsurf the sea Picture me there Grey head of hair Mold on my lips Shoving fists in the air Picture that soul Picture me happy Picture me old When I’m drunk off my fame In my buffet-esque chain Of hungarian, low wage cuisine Or when I’m banned from bars While the bouncers afar Yell to play my guitar On the street Picture me then Grab me a pen And I’ll write you a verse That’s much worse than What I would write When I was ten Picture my end Picture me old I’ll write of my daughter And love for my father I could have been an author If I had the stomach to try No bother, no book deal could offer The years of my life Gone by I want you to Picture me out of time To picture me in your life There's a man in the park Feeding bread to the dark Ask a question The man there is me I’ll speak of my carbon emissions My baby’s first christmas My childhood ambitions to be Destroyed by forced birthday wishes to me So picture me
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Home Video 2 00:56
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Nightlight 03:21
Nightlight Dark Scared of the dark In the arkansas home Stuffed animal shoes To seethe the Fear Money and fear I bought her tea Hell of a year for me I’m running out of cash and charisma Running my mouth Autumn wind whispers to her All leads to her Talk of the town We gotta get out somehow Arpeggios Of modular synths A thousand ice cubes On my wrists And finally a nightlight at last Finally a nightlight at last Walk I watch her walk Nightlight is near I watch her talk And lead with no Fear Broke with no fear I bought her tea Hell of a year for me Puppy love Miss her like a dog And its not enough Winter wind talks to her All leads to her Talk of the town We gotta get out somehow A cold wind blows At Corcle Cove I’ve never been To good at prose And finally a nightlight at last Finally a nightlight at last Arpeggios Of modular synths A thousand ice cubes On my wrists And finally a nightlight at last Finally a nightlight at last A cold wind blows At Corcle Cove I’ve never been To good at prose I watch her walk! I watch her glow! I watch Her watch Turn fast to slow All for love
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Kill the Artist in Your Soul You’ve toured the inkling Of your young creative mind Gluing macaroni pasta To your growing heart Unwinding with your age Now you find that Larger portions make you ill And you need to fill Your father’s resume I told my doctor pull the plug (So I could make a better album) I told my landlord burn the key (So I could make a better album) I told my girlfriend lets break up So I could buy myself some lunch From the revenue of a better album Kill the artist in your soul Kill the artist in your soul I’ve seen those tourist traps in your eyes. You and I aren’t getting old So kill the artist in your soul Each morning I feel like a figure of speech So paranoid to fill the void I watch childhood clips of me I watched a movie of myself Making movies of myself And I wonder why my mental health is poor (too poor!) I’ve been self directing me Since I was four I told my doctor pull the plug (So I could make a better album) I told my landlord burn the key (So I could make a better album) I told my girlfriend lets break up So I could buy myself some lunch From the revenue of a better album Kill the artist in your soul Kill the artist in your soul I’ve seen those tourist traps in your eyes. You and I aren’t getting old So kill the artist in your soul I was only twelve years old Playing silly songs I wrote People liked the way I sang So I changed the way I spoke Singing nonsense, violent words Writing jokes to gain my friends Playing stupid songs for church Writing songs when I’m depressed I’m glad you like me for my songs That was pretty much the goal But how I wish I could smash the uke Atop the head of that 12 year old I wish I made a better album (Kill the artist in your soul) And I need to make a better album (Kill the artist in your soul) I’ve seen those tourist traps in your eyes (Kill the artist in your soul) You and I aren’t getting old (So kill the artist in your) You, Blow out your candles! But you won’t grow from it Write about your party As much as you can stomach Try to know I love you Your father will hold you I was only twelve years old Playing silly songs I wrote If I only would have known I’d kill the artist in my soul
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Keep on Chillin (with younger Johnny*) Drivers ed was hell Keep on chillin’ (chillin) Guess I might as well Keep on chillin’ But the lady at the DMV Complimented me So Keep on chillin’ Blow out your candles Blow out your candles and smile! Just chill Just chill Chill, chill So if your car breaks down Keep on chillin’ Cause you will turn around and Keep on chillin’ Your getting older now but (Blow out your candles) You keep on chillin’ And yet your young somehow (blow out your candles) Keep on chillin’ And they'll try to And they’ll make you wear their clothes And eat their food And they’ll put all your friends in lines of two So you keep You keep You keep You keep on chillin’ Blow out your candles Blow out your candles Blow out your candles and smile!

about

I wrote Cool Tattoo on Thanksgiving Break my sophomore year of high school.

My family and I were in Chicago visiting my grandparents. It was Black Friday. That night my Grandpa let me play his guitar he bought in the military. It was there I wrote Chill Chill 2, or as it's called on the album, Keep on Chillin’. By Christmas Break, the first version of Blow Out Your Candles was recorded. It was a three song ep, with the cover being a screenshot I took of a video from my 12th birthday. I uploaded that ep to the app Bandlab in early 2020, with zero intention of ever putting music on streaming services.

After People are Mammals Too, I returned to the idea. It was the summer of 2021 and I had just fractured my right leg by getting crossed up in basketball. In a boot, laying in my humid bunk bed as a counselor at Camp Ernst, I wrote Your Favorite Backup Plan (which at the time was approximately one minute long)

Slowly, I started accumulating songs. After my homecoming senior year, I wrote Prom Song 1 and 2, now titled Doorstep and simply, Prom Song. By 2022, I began drafting what was to become the Home Videos by recording the instrumental to Home Video 1, at the time titled Afterprom.

After I graduated high school the album really picked up steam. I wrote Kill the Artist in another bunk bed the next summer in an assuredly even hotter counselor cabin. That summer, I would play the kids to sleep every night I could. I played the kids Nightlight most nights. I didn’t sing many BOYC songs, but I drafted the album in my head every minute.

Then I went to college. Before the first semester ended, I wrote “BOYC TRACKLIST REV 1” probably thirty times in my notebook. Right before I left for Christmas break, I recorded Cool Tattoo’s piano and Overture for Your Birth’s choir synth in the UD piano lab. Second semester I started losing sleep. I wrote Picture Me Old after therapy one time. I wrote Self Sabotage for a music theory project (which I got extra credit on)

That summer was the summer of the album. In my third year as a counselor, every track became a lullaby for the kids. I’d tweak album lyrics playing on my cabin floor and dream of the best possible chord or bass note or keyboard lick. I truly finished the album in August. I utilized the beautiful Music Resource Center’s gear for recording Nightlight and Doorstep. For months and months I mixed and mastered. I even met up with my younger self for a little bit to record a duet. And now, the album is yours.

Thank you to my parents, and my sisters who loved the album every step of the way. Thank you to the Peeneys, specifically Cracka Barrel for endless support. Thank you to the goat Joe Dougherty. Thank you Stuart and Ben for what I’m sure will be a fire listening party. Thank you Jacob and Jude, for being the actual listeners. Thank you Chris, Wally and Kyle. Thank you Riley, thank you Steven, and yes thank you Eiffel the Dog. Mostly, thank you for listening. And finally, thank you Blow Out Your Candles for helping me define myself. I hope you enjoy the album. If not, no worries. It only took a day or two.

Love,
-Johnny

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released December 1, 2023

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Johnny Sebastian Cincinnati, Ohio

Johnny (III) is an independent musician from Cincinnati, Ohio who writes, records, and produces his own work.

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