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Overture for Your Birth
00:29
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2. |
Blow Out Your Candles!
02:49
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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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3. |
Doorstep
04:18
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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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4. |
Prom Song
02:57
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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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5. |
Home Video 1
01:40
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6. |
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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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7. |
Cool Tattoo
04:06
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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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8. |
Self Sabotage
02:02
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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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9. |
Picture Me Old
03:11
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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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10. |
Home Video 2
00:56
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11. |
Nightlight
03:21
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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!
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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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