100 Stories Vol. 1

by Jason Paul Johnston

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1.
Should 03:37
Should © 2001, Jason Johnston Got a quarter in my pocket, got a half note at my side Got the beauty of the western world, I’m the effervescent child See the old man by the beer store, asks for help as I go past Says his life has been a little rough, but he doesn’t want lunch, He prefers the cash And I swear, as I take a second glance And I curse, when the truth invades my sense Then I bend, a little lower than I would If I hadn’t been accosted, by some should. Stupid car is, in my way now. Someone should learn how to drive. Looking backwards as I honk my horn, I see the fear in the old man’s tired eyes And I swear, as I take a second glance And I curse, when the truth invades my sense Then I bend, a little lower than I would If I hadn’t been accosted, by some should. Got a guitar on my back now, swing it round and bat some truth You listen to it from your bar room seat, but you better watch out before it gets you in the tooth. And I swear, as I take a second glance And I curse, when the truth invades my sense Then I bend, a little lower than I would If I hadn’t been accosted, by some should. Some good ol fashioned sense of good, I should, I should, I should…
2.
Spin 04:01
2. Spin © 1995 Jason Paul Johnston You’ll never believe the mess that I’m in Took so long to get where I’m standing Ya better believe it hurts - it strikes down to my very Soul Put on the blindfold, give me spin Chorus: Give me a spin, just give me a spin, Tie that blindfold tight and give me a spin Now they say that faith works not by sight, I guess, I’ll find out if they’re wrong or right Put on the blindfold, give me a spin A little pain will do the heart wonders A little more might just put me under Now I thought I found a light, but it seems I’m left here in the dark The hand that I held was no hand at all Chorus I’d never choose to stand in my place But anywhere else I would be misplaced Cause pain is a builder and this bridge is going straight to heaven So put on that blindfold and let’s take a spin Chorus
3.
Morning to Evening (free) 05:02
Morning to Evening © 2003 Jason Paul Johnston It’s 9:34 and I’m hitting the floor, I just wish it was PM not AM. I like to hit the ground running, but I was running now I’m slapping – The pavement, the pavement, the pavement But there’s a warmth in the gravel that sticks in and travels Much deeper than I had intended And a comfort in knowing, that there’s nothing below me To fall to, to fall to, to fall to To fall to, to fall, to, to fall to Chorus: I know the higher path is buried beneath these sidewalk cracks I guess the brightness of my night it darkens all of my daylight... The clock says 3:10 and I slip to the basement, Just wish it was PM not AM But my life is a flipping, of morning to evening My timing, my timing, my timing Head in my hands catching tears, catching plans Catching brainwaves that might just slip deeper I’d let go if I could help it, I would strip if I could shed it Right off me, right off me, right off me Right off me, right off me, right off me Chorus: I know the ancient path is buried deep beneath these sidewalk cracks I know the way of light is covered by my darkened sense of sight Bridge: I know you are true. And I know you are you. I have seen you in the shadows, felt your moisture in the dew. I guess I'm just a flake. I’ve got this habit of mistaking that I don't see you making... A way for me when I'm lost, a sail for me when I’m wave tossed A rudder for this wandering soul, a little better me...a little more whole It’s 8:24 and I walk out the door- It’s morning, it’s morning, it’s morning
4.
Kick 03:29
Kick © 2001, Jason Johnston Gotta come through this somehow and turn around To the light that’s chased me through a hole or two Am I gonna leave it behind, and cross the line To the way around the corner there for me and you And I can’t see what you’ve got up your sleeve But it’s gotta be much better than this And I can’t find as I grope through my mind A consolation that just lets me exist Looking for something unknown, Throwing stones Into the water just to watch them ripple it Wish it could change my point of view, or latitude But I’m left here on the shores of “nothing yet.” And I can’t see what you’ve got up your sleeve But it’s gotta be much better than this And I can’t find as I grope through my mind A consolation that just lets me exist Flipping through pages and see, the life to be Has got a lot more teeth than I have ever used Living in hope and poverty, and it seems That they did it all in life together too. And I can’t see what you’ve got up your sleeve But it’s gotta be much better than this And I can’t find as I grope through my mind A consolation that just lets me exist And I don’t know when this side of me will go Cause I saw it in the mirror last I check And I need a kick to put me to my knees And a hand of grace to help me up again
5.
Sweet Somethings © 1994 Jason Johnston You say you love the way I look, I love your blindness You drown this thoughtless soul with senseless acts of kindness And all the times your reaching out combats my reaching in I’m humbled by the thought of your love shining from within Chorus: A symphony of praise to my heart A line of words that drown the tears A note of laughter to my soul Whisper sweet nothings in my ear Whisper sweet somethings, charm my fears How could one so wonderful be wondering about me And writing notes, and saying things that I just cannot see Words from your hand or from your mouth they mean the same But I’d give anything to see them roll right from your lips today Chorus
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Side Note 01:35
Side Note © Jason Paul Johnston My deepest lines ~ are not contrived They point to who ~ I am inside Skirting through the blockades ~ wrestling with the Ghost They turn and twist to penetrate ~ revealing what’s hidden most The truest mask ~ that I can wear Is one that bears ~ a naked tear A flash of fleshly colour ~ before I turn away And dim the lights down slowly ~ so I just fade to grey Chorus: But I could let the walls down slowly And I could peel facades back wholly ~ If you want me to You’ll have to take your arms and hold me And feel my pulse, and whisper softly ~ If you want me too Just wading through ~ so many tears They make it hard ~ to see past the fears Consumed with my own ego ~ till ID overcomes I’m left here overwhelmed now ~ but feeling quite alone Chorus (...but do I want to....) Bridge: But the words that I hear they sing out loud and clear Move a little closer baby Come to me, not by sight, follow my voice, follow the light I'll Try to keep the ... Chorus 1x ~ cause you want me to 2x ~ cause you love me too
7.
Not About You © 2001, Jason Johnston Every morning, I put the milk away for you Every evening, I leave the porch light on for you – I do Every morning, I try to make the bed for you Every evening, I waiting up past nine… For You, I do it all for You, And what do you do? You leave me all alone here, Leave me all alone here, Just leave me all alone In every rainbow, I, see a little color of you In every sunset, I think of all the days with you, They’re through And in every thunderstorm, I tried to be the calm for you Through every moonbeam, I staring at the clock… For You, I do it all for You, And what do you do? You leave me all alone here, Leave me all alone here, Just leave me all alone ... Bridge Just leave me high & dry, and I don’t wonder why It’s very clear to see, It’s nothing about me So as you turn to go, With your back against your home Just tell me that you’re all alone, all alone – like me Starting to wonder, will it ever change for you? Thinking about it, did you ever love me like you use to? Did you? I’m still carrying something, that’s pointing to a life with you. You’ll think nothing about it, cause all you think about is… You, I do it all for You, And what do you do? You leave me all alone here, Leave me all alone here, Just leave me all alone here.
8.
Cascade 03:06
Cascade © 1999 Jason Johnston Living Between Cascade emotions Dodging behind rolling commotion I can’t see past my own devotion And where it is point I don’t know… Chorus: But I know when I’m pinned down And I know how pain is found And I can tell you, when I’ve hit the ground Faceless grin, unpainted smile Gazing past, I’m gone for a while What will suffice, a little denial I wish I knew, what was left to deny… Staring between, these lifeless strings What they give back is just what I bring But never more than I can sing And I’m left without words, la – la – la I’m on the ground - I surrender...
9.
Over Now 02:28
It’s Over Now © 2004 Jason Johnston Well it’s over now, wish I’d seen it coming Guess it’s like the train you hear But can’t understand it’s rumbling It’s tumbling, like a weed down a dusty path Guess I could chase it But it’s slipped beyond my grasp So I take a long gasp, as I figure out my plan It’s been a little clearer Since I took a harder stand When I take all I can, seems there's one more thing learn There's a lesson in the fire, and a telling in their words --- break --- Though the arrows sting and burn, It's the cost o f honesty There's another way but it's the truth that sets men free And the fog is all I see, wrestling with the constant hour Looking for a minute I can stop and smell the flowers But all I smell is this here coward, who lets it all just go on past So I’m left here all alone Catching tears in an empty glass...
10.
Crumpled 05:23
Crumpled © Dec 2001, Jason Paul Johnston Jacked up then kicked down, Tires bouncing off the ground I could have been underneath but I somehow escaped – unscathed now Your voice is a mile away, can’t hear a word you say But I can hear the tone and it’s calling out, but will I follow? I’d rather not Chorus: I’ve balled it up and tossed it on the floor Can you make sense of this crumpled page well then it’s yours (it’s yours) You gotta start with something, It’s not much of nothing But it is all I’ve got and it’s slapped up on the table Screwed up again today, I’d like to start yesterday But then I’d be counting back the days and weeks until I was one day And that can’t be bridge: I don't know...what else that you want I've got notebooks of resentment, my ink has filled in every spot I guess I'll take what I've got And just let more unfilled pages, just drift on in endless haunt You’ve got everything now, everything and the farm There isn’t anything else I haven’t spilled out for you – that you know of My pockets are out turned – My piggy bank upturned Every penny I’ve got has gone your way now are you happy? Well you don’t say….

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released November 1, 2011

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Jason Paul Johnston Lexington, Kentucky

Jason is the son of a preacher from the Great White North (Canada) and a music teacher from Tennessee, giving his muse northern and southern winds. Jason released his first album "Willows Motel" in 2009. It was an americana inspired album of eleven originals and one old gospel tune. Jason is now working on a series of follow-up albums: 100 Stories Volumes 1-10 ... more

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