Patrick Johnson's “Monsters in the Clouds” All songs, music & lyrics, written by Patrick Johnson, except for “Fortune's Hollow”, written by Patrick Johnson & Paul Johnson. Recorded, Mixed & Mastered, by Adam Hains at Hains Productions/Studio Mobile in New Orleans, LA. Produced by Adam Hains & Patrick Johnson. Executive Producer: Patrick Johnson. All Album Artwork & Photography by Lafon Johnson. Copyright © 2017 Patrick Johnson Music, ASCAP. All Rights Reserved. Any Unauthorized Duplication Is Prohibited And Punishable By Law. patrickjohnsonmusic.com Track Listing 01. Ionosphere (0:33) 02. Clean Up Your Act (4:34) 03. Tough Old Bones (2:58) 04. Hearing Aides (4:42) 05. Spotlight (4:04) 06. Hypnagogic Nights (3:38) 07. I Got Monsters (3:57) 08. Towel Capes (3:53) 09. Conduit (3:29) 10. Idle Brain (4:40) 11. Sadness of Your Eyes (3:03) 12. Two Inch Tornado (1:33) 13. Fortune's Hollow (4:39) Total Running Time (45:51) LYRICS CLEAN UP YOUR ACT An ancient wind is blowing All over this land It's a twisted cyclone Divving up our past It's colder than ever before No doubt about that Whispers a warning to us all To clean up your act Trees in the west are burning Blistered to ash Shoreline south receding Into the vast Waters beneath our feet That's a matter of fact The undertow is ever growing Keeps pulling us back She's a nightmare coming Bogeywoman that's a-jumpin' in our face She's a mean old lady Trying to knock us back into place If we duck and run for cover She will tear us out from under She's had enough, she has With all of our brass Broken down deep beneath her Natural gas The true blood of mother nature Will never come to pass Down to all us lower-ups Enjoy it while it lasts She's a nightmare coming Bogeywoman that's a-jumpin' in our face She's a mean old lady Trying to knock us back into place If we duck and run for cover She will tear us out from under She's a nightmare coming Bogeywoman that's a-jumpin' in our face She's a mean old lady Trying to knock us back into place If we duck and run for cover She will tear us out from under our hiding space She's a nightmare coming She's a bogeywoman jumpin' She's a mean old lady Patrick Johnson – electric guitars, bass, vocals, harmonies, percussion Adam Hains – electric guitars, organ, harmonies, percussion Paul Johnson – electric guitars Kyle Melancon – drums TOUGH OLD BONES Half a world away and halfway home They dealt an unfair hand to these tough old bones But don't count me out 'cause I've got stones For I'm doing the best that I can Leaning to the right with a pull on my left My scales are off but I'm not an empty shelf It's up to me and nobody else For I'm doing the best I'm doing the best Doing the best that I can So I hope you will understand Every hour on the hour they give me a prick Draw enough blood yet? Well, go choke on it My patience is thin giving all you can get For I'm doing the best I'm doing the best that I can A baby step here and a baby step there Watch me push up off of this chair If not today then I don't care For I'm doing the best I'm doing the best Doing the best that I can So I hope you will understand Any more would be inhuman For I'm doing the best that I can Best that I can Best that I can For I'm doing the best Patrick Johnson – acoustic guitars, bass, vocals, harmonies Adam Hains – electric guitars, organ, harmonies Kyle Melancon – drums HEARING AIDES Please don't tell me what I'd like to hear That's never gotten me anywhere The gesture's nice You're so polite But help me break up this atmosphere Atmosphere From here I hear what you're saying And it's very sweet I wish I had a million more like you to meet But that was then And this is now Any lesser truth I won't allow My run is for the record books It's not the years but the punches I took I know how big or small I became So don't change my past or my name My name's always been the same Please don't tell me what I'd like to hear That's never gotten me anywhere The gesture's nice You're so polite But help me break up this atmosphere Atmosphere From here Oh please No brand new take on this Take on this My memory's sharp on what I can't forget The sidelines are deep and often too wet Behind the ears as you spout on You can spill your lies when I'm gone Spill them all when I'm gone Please don't tell me what I'd like to hear That's never gotten me anywhere The gesture's nice You're so polite But help me break up this atmosphere Atmosphere From here The truth is free to take me there It's bound to get me everywhere The future's bright for you and I Anything less should disappear Disappear From here Patrick Johnson – acoustic guitars, electric guitar, bass, vocals, harmonies, percussion Adam Hains – electric guitars, keyboard Paul Johnson – electric guitars Kyle Melancon – drums Joe Kight – percussion SPOTLIGHT Shining, right front of your face Biding, arms await your embrace Siding, let none ever take my place Smiling, nothing gets past your gaze Breathing, our steam always aids the haze Feeling, fingers outline our space Pleasing, love's free to light our way Needing, couples away the fray Do you feel the way that I Feel when I look into your eyes? See you're the spotlight in my cloudy sky I'll kiss you more and more till I Am all kissed out so then I'll try To kiss you more than ever So sayeth I Binding, tied to your astral plane Flying, dimensions are merely days Shadows, try keeping up with our shape Climbing, we'll conquer each brand new phase Do you feel the way that I Feel when I look into your eyes? See you're the spotlight in my cloudy sky I'll kiss you more and more till I Am all kissed out so then I'll try To kiss you more than ever So sayeth I You alight my darkest night You're every star in my line of sight You keep me standing upright So sayeth I Patrick Johnson – acoustic guitars, electric guitars, bass, vocals, harmonies Adam Hains – electric guitars, organ, keyboard, percussion Kyle Melancon – drums HYPNAGOGIC NIGHTS (ANIMATED) There's a door in front of me That light illuminates It lines the shape and fabric of The space time continuum A hand feels the subtle heat That lies behind everything On high wire I'm balancing Catch my breath while falling Why can't I stay here for more than a little while I like it here Can I stay? You can detain me Can I stay? Confiscate me Can I stay? I'm not afraid Can I stay here animated A name whispered in reality Makes no sense here I see I'm running in quicksand feet With giants chasing and crushing things Why can't I stay here for more than a little while I like it here Can I stay? You can maintain me Can I stay? Reeducate me Can I stay? Intoxicate me Can I stay here animated Day's coming in too soon A witch on a dusty broom No nightingale or lark's tune Should shake me awake till noon Why can't I stay here for more than a little while I like it here Can I stay? Dominate me Can I stay? Infiltrate me Can I stay? Subjugate me Can I stay here animated You can detain me Can I stay? Confiscate me Can I stay? I'm not afraid Can I stay here? Patrick Johnson – electric guitars, bass, vocals, harmonies Adam Hains – electric guitars, percussion Paul Johnson – electric guitars Kyle Melancon – drums I GOT MONSTERS I got monsters Living under my bed Can't you see them? I swear they're not just in my head Gotta keep my toes covered They're gonna bite 'em dead I've got monsters Casting shadows on the walls And in the closet They're laughing as they crawl Coming to get me They're gonna eat my brains and all Oh yeah Tell me, whom I gonna call? And they move like Monsters everywhere They're toying with me Making, shaping those dark clouds Nighttime's nearing The lights are going out There is no saving In this town that dreads sundown Oh yeah Some are even space aged clowns Monsters everywhere Well they got me Now I'm a big monster too Can't hide from me I'm coming the get the all of you Behind the couch, under the bed, in the basement I need to be fed aw yeah In the back seat, the tool shed, in the closet I need to be fed aw yeah Can you feel it? 'Cause I need a Little nibble To feed it You can't hide it 'Cause I'll eat Every piece of you And I move like Patrick Johnson – electric guitars, bass, vocals, harmonies, percussion Adam Hains – organ, harmonies, percussion Paul Johnson – electric guitars Kyle Melancon – drums Lafon Johnson – vocals, percussion Erica Johnson – vocals, percussion Charlotte Smith – vocals, percussion Taylor Gill – vocals, percussion Jensen Enseneult - percussion TOWEL CAPES There was a time back then Before these headaches Way back when we wore towels for capes Can you see the sun? It's nearing the ground We best be home by the time it goes down We fought so many battles We never lost one battle So where have you gone? My oldest friend Did you thoughts drift off in a tale with the wind? Did you make you way through to the stars? Spinning around Jupiter and Mars We never really changed, did we? We never really changed, did we? I still have my cape for the day When there's far too much rain Are you still with me? My oldest friend Did your thoughts drift off in a tale with the wind Can you see the sun? Nearing the ground We best be home by the time it goes down It goes down Patrick Johnson – electric guitars, bass, vocals, harmonies Adam Hains – organ, keyboards Kyle Melancon – drums CONDUIT AT LARGE Someone's gotten to me Someone writes right through me And maybe that's okay Must be what I need What I need I like to rhyme from a slant Or so I used to think Was it them all along? Musing over every song Or was it me? Was it me? To be honest I can't see that it was certifiably 100 percent yours truly I play a chord or a note I scratch my shaggy head Was it something that I wrote? Or dreamt up while in bed? I'll have to think a little while before it's said You speak to me daily Since I was barely able To move to what I feel Help me remake the wheel To be honest I can't see that it was certifiably 100 percent yours truly I'm a conduit Can't you tell? Did I make a claim? Or charm you with a spell? Is there something familiar dear? To what you hear? To be honest I can't see that it was certifiably 100 or 10 To be honest I can't see that it was undeniably 100 or 10 Percent in the end On you I depend Yours truly Patrick Johnson – bass, vocals, harmonies Adam Hains – organ, keyboard Paul Johnson – electric guitars Kyle Melancon – drums IDLE BRAIN An idle smile is baked into my face Too tired to refake it I need sleep desperately to stay Far from fears that won't cease Just won't cease There's no convoy waiting No plans I'm making I'd welcome a respite from everything And this day to day daydream Uh oh Oh no Afraid my mind's gonna blow If I don't get out of this place I'd take a sledgehammer to the face Right where my plastered smile Sits there sharing time staring So idle So idle Idle walls are dark and opaque Swirling 4 shades of grey One day soon they'll be closing in And falling again and again Friends are imaginary I can see them clearly Sitting next to me and to you They giggle through lips So thin and blue And oh so true Uh oh Oh no Afraid my mind's gonna blow If I don't get out of this place I'll put a bullet into my face Right where my half cocked smile Sits there sharing time staring So idle So idle Kingdom for a straight-jacket Before I see something I regret But I won't spill a secret just yet For they're buried too deep And I refused to let them creep From the depths where they lurk I'll beat them back and then I'll return To the thoughts that we once had How unveiling No more sailing From the doubts that we once had How repelling No dispelling So idle So idle Patrick Johnson – electric guitars, acoustic guitar, bass, vocals, harmonies Adam Hains – electric guitars, organ, harmonies, percussion Paul Johnson – electric guitars Kyle Melancon – drums SADNESS OF YOUR EYES I see you walking softly insomnation With a belly full of trouble on your mind Left and right you're dodging your creation And I can see it in the sadness of your eyes The avenue is no place for a girl like you The wind whips off that river way too hard Come inside there's fire and drink elation And I can see it burning inside See it burning inside your sad eyes There's a light that shines on the brink of your horizon Falling to rest on a face of human grace A blink, a tear, a breast, I fear, relation And I can see it in the sadness See it in the sadness I can see it burning inside See it burning inside I can see it in the sadness of your eyes Patrick Johnson – acoustic guitars, bass, vocals, harmonies Adam Hains – acoustic guitar Kyle Melancon – drums TWO INCH TORNADO Patrick Johnson – acoustic bass, electric bass Adam Hains – fretless electric bass, effects FORTUNE'S HOLLOW Faces melt they smile indeed Shadows chasing into sleep Cracks below tripping our feet Stolen loves begin to creep Sliding from rock to nearby tree Figures in hiding following Silence abound is deafening Wings advance rapidly There is no rescuing Mistakes are all our own We're simple tragedies Filled with fortune's hollow Sand is gritty in the teeth Earth so cold surrounding Held between our skies and dreams Hearts slow their gentle beats Lying beneath this cold white sheet Man in blue stands hovering Facts will soon be opening Opening for all to see There is no rescuing Mistakes are all our own We're simple tragedies Filled with fortune's hollow Patrick Johnson – acoustic guitars, bass, vocals, harmonies Adam Hains – percussion Paul Johnson – electric guitars Kyle Melancon – drums