Liner Notes for PEYOTE JUNCTION

2010

SUNSET IN GHOSTOWN

(instrumental)

Music by B.T. Johnson

Recorded 2008-2009 at Beggar’s Choice Studio in Tallahassee, FL

Synthesizer herald trumpet, electric and acoustic guitars, synthesizer strings: Brooks Johnson

TUMBLEWEED

Tumbleweed lead me home

‘Cause I belong anyway the wind blows

Tumbleweed take me home

‘Cause life’s about never really knowing

Tumbleweed lead me home

Sometimes I feel alone (x2)

Desert wind blow (x3)

Tumbleweed lead me home

‘Cause I belong anyway the wind blows

Tumbleweed take me home

‘Cause life’s about never really knowing

Words & music by B.T. Johnson

Recorded 2000 at Little Green Frog Studio, Tallahassee, FL

Vocals, piano, synthesized shaku and trumpet, percussion: Brooks Johnson

Guitars, bass guitar, drum programming, percussion: George Frichter

PEYOTE JUNCTION

Don’t say you’re the one who’s gonna love me

Don’t say you’re the one who’s gonna settle me down

Don’t say you’re the one who’s gonna ease my troubles

Don’t say you’re the one who’s gonna show me how

The desert is my lady and I hear her calling

She echoes through the canyons of my mind

She can’t help but cry ‘cause she sees me falling

Ain’t no better friend that I’m gonna find

But I’m home on the run

Don’t know where I’ve been or what I’ve done

I feel like a body in the water

Always find the dead ends to the stream

You learn to like your life though there’s confusion

You do your best to make those dead ends meet

I spend my time a-wonderin’ what a man is

I live my life a-wonderin’ where to go

I’m weary but I think I know the answer

But I sometimes think I’m losing my control

But I’m home on the run

Don’t know where I’ve been or what I’ve done

Everytime I turn around seems I always end up down

So down, oh down

Won’tcha take me down to ole Peyote Junction

I’ll follow the tumbleweed ‘cause I’m tryin’ to get back home

Loosen up cowboy

You’ll never be home

Allow me to educate you about

‘Bout movin’ on, ‘bout movin’ on

It’s ‘bout movin’ on

The stone inside my heart is my advantage

‘Cause I know that the Lord is by my side

And He don’t like the way that I’ve been living

The only way I know how to survive

And I’m still on the run

I’m the wayward son of a wayward son

Let me drink from the wine

I swear that this will be the last time

‘Cause I’m goin’ down

I’m back down at ole Peyote Junction

I’ll follow the tumbleweed ‘cause I’m tryin’ to get back home

Down at ole Peyote Junction

I’ll follow the tumbleweed ’cause I’m tryin’ to get back home

Yeah I’m tryin’ to get back home

Words & music by B.T. Johnson

Recorded between 2000-2009 at Little Green Frog Studio & Beggar’s Choice Studio, Tallahassee, FL, & The Mongoose of Montrose Studio, Fairhope, AL

Vocals, piano, keyboard synthesizer, harmonica, drums and drum programming: Brooks Johnson

Rhythm and lead guitars, bass guitar: George Frichter

FIRE AND ICE

Words by Robert Frost

Music by G.M. Frichter

Recorded between 2000-2009 at Little Green Frog Studio, Tallahassee, FL and Beggar’s Choice Studio, Tallahassee, FL

Lead vocals, Rhythm and lead guitars, bass guitar, Drum programming & Percussion: George Frichter

Backing vocals: Brooks Johnson

I WONDER

I got a woman

Not to say that she’s really mine

But just that I love her

All my friends say it’s obsession but I wonder where she goes when she stays out at night until four in the morning while I’m home alone with my head in my hands, tears on my pillow and I’m trying to keep myself together

She dresses by the window

She keeps her blinds upward and out

I dig the Mercedes

I don’t think I’ve seen it here before

I wonder where she goes when she stays out at night until four in the morning while I’m home alone with my head in my hands, tears on my pillow and I’m trying to keep myself together

It ain’t so bad spending every night alone

It gives me lots of time to think

And I don’t have no one I have to answer to

It gives me lots of time to drink

She smiles in the morning

She walks her dog in late afternoon

He’s howlin’ in the moonlight

Could it be I’m not the only one who wonders where she goes when she stays out at night until four in the morning while I’m home alone with my head in my hands, tears on my pillow and I’m trying to keep myself together

Words & music by B.T. Johnson

Recorded March 2003 at The Mongoose of Montrose Studio, Fairhope, AL

Vocals, percussion and drum programming, electric piano, keyboard bass, synthesizer guitar: Brooks Johnson

Lead guitar: George Frichter

DRIED FROGS

There’s no graceful lyin’ on a stone floor

Piecemeal paper lions always wanting more

Dried-up frogs they’re ready for eternal lore

My folks they be dyin’ wishing they were small

And where have we been my friend

And where shall we go

I’d say today to you

That I just don’t know

And where have we been my friend

And where can we go

I’d say today to you

That I just can’t know

Words & music by G.M. Frichter

Recorded 2007-2009 at The Mongoose of Montrose Studio, Fairhope, AL

Lead vocals, guitars, drum programming: George Frichter

Backing vocals, synthesized Hammond organ, synthesized trumpet solo: Brooks Johnson

SOMEWHERE TONIGHT, MY SWEET PANDORA

Hey Pandora where are you now?

It feels like something’s eating me from inside out

Was change the one to blame?

Or was it my remaining the same?

Seems we always want the things we must live without

Cuts like yours take time to heal

I sometimes think I’ve grown accustomed to the feel

Time after time I find less reason to believe

That the future has some promise left to reveal

But somewhere tonight somebody else is crying

Somewhere tonight a shadow is searching for a light

Somebody’s crying somewhere tonight

Hey Pandora I’ll make it through

I’m not the first or last to fall in love with you

Why do you keep us Mortals always hanging on

To the hopes that someday our dreams will come true?

But somewhere tonight somebody else is crying

Somewhere tonight a shadow is searching for a light

Somewhere tonight someone begins to cry

Somewhere tonight there is an undiscovered light

Trying to shine somewhere tonight

Words & music by B.T. Johnson

Recorded March 2003 at The Mongoose of Montrose Studio, Fairhope, AL

Vocals, drums and percussion, keyboards, synthesized flute solo: Brooks Johnson

Guitars: George Frichter

HEARTBEAT FOR YOU

Keep your eyes on me

There’s a snake behind the laughter

Through a cloak of years

I’ve been sharpening the dagger

Got my heart set on you

Anger is my sword

Absolution is the battlefield

Vengeance is a dish

That is better served when it is chilled

Got my heart set on you

I don’t like what I am I said

But it’s no use to cry

‘Cause now I can see that I’ve made a bed

In which I do not have to lie

A memory that’s long can be

Convenient when you’ve been put down

So beware of all the blessed meek

For they move without a sound

Now only you and I will know

How I’ve been redeemed forevermore

They can search for you

But they won’t find what they’re looking for

Had my heart set on you

Words & music by B.T. Johnson

Recorded 2004-2005 at Beggar’s Choice Studio

Lead and backing vocals, rhythm and lead guitars, electric piano/keyboard, synthesized strings: Brooks Johnson

KEEP STEPPIN’

Keep steppin’ in bullshit everywhere I go

I took a drive to get away

But there was bullshit on the road

Keep steppin’ in bullshit everytime I turn

I threw the crap into the fire

But the bullshit wouldn’t burn

Keep steppin’ in bullshit when I write my Congressman

I saw him smile and greet a Senator

And there was bullshit in his hand

Keep steppin’ in bullshit everyday I’m on the job

Ah the boss is buyin’ lunch today

We’re having bullshit-on-the-cob

Isn’t it amazing how the cowboy in the sky

Can turn bullshit into fertilizer like water into wine

Keep steppin’ in bullshit every avenue I roam

You take it with you on vacation

And it follows you back home

Keep steppin’ in bullshit everywhere I go

I guess that shit is gonna happen

So I’m going with the flow

Words & music by B.T. Johnson

Recorded August 2-5, 2009

The Mongoose of Montrose Studio

Fairhope, AL

Lead & backing vocals, bass, drum programming, keyboard synthesizer: Brooks Johnson

Rhythm & lead guitar, flamenco solo: George Frichter

TUMBLEWEED (alternative)

Words & music by B.T. Johnson

Recorded c. 2000 at Beggar’s Choice Studio

Tallahassee, FL

Vocals, guitar, and synthesized shaku: Brooks Johnson

Liner Notes for PEYOTE JUNCTION

2010

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