LYRICS - Is It Someone Else?

2-4-00.1

by Emma Johnson

#568

LYRICS:

When writing is your best friend

and the days seem to fly by

seasons change and come back around

you’re still asking why

to the same questions/

that don’t have answers

things change but it’s still the same

you go to parties

and realize you don’t know anyone/

as well anymore

why is it that I came?

Another day

of random happenings

I try to make it fit together

in a log-i-cal way

but more often than not

I just give up

I may not be logical

but I’ll be o.k.

Things are moving around me

But every year I think the same way

People are changing around me

You’re not the same person I knew yesterday

Events are taking place inside me

I can hear my own voice

unrecognizable to me --

I forget that I control my actions

but do I really, or IS IT SOMEONE ELSE!?

                             IS IT SOMEONE ELSE!?

                             IS IT SOMEONE ELSE!?

In sixth grade I was the same person

my thoughts mature

for my time

Now maybe

my peers will pass me

I’ll be adolescent forever

until I die.

Sometimes I wish I could watch

the future

fast-forwarding through

the X-rated parts

my life is too adult for me

I’m too immature to be my-self.

Every event foreshadows

every foreshadowing event to come

everything is obvious/

but we don’t see it -- we’re all too dumb

Things are moving around me

But every year I think the same way

People are changing around me

You’re not the same person I knew yesterday

Events are taking place inside me

I can hear my own voice

unrecognizable to me --

I forget that I control my actions

but do I really, or IS IT SOMEONE ELSE!?

                             IS IT SOMEONE ELSE!?

                             IS IT SOMEONE ELSE!?

I wonder if I know you

probably not because you don’t know yourself

have I ever known you?

the person you were was just leading to

something else

The people of the past are forgotten

because they cease to exist an-y more

you deny you were once someone else

you’re embarrassed because it’s not you an-y more.

But it is still with you

Somewhere in the back of your mind

Someday you’ll retrieve it

but that day will be another time.

Everybody/ in this town

has known everybody/ at one time

now you’re a stran-/ ger and i’m

everybody in this town

Things are moving around me

But every year I think the same way

People are changing around me

You’re not the same person I knew yesterday

Events are taking place inside me

I can hear my own voice

unrecognizable to me --

I forget that I control my actions

but do I really, or IS IT SOMEONE ELSE!?

                             IS IT SOMEONE ELSE!?

                             IS IT SOMEONE ELSE!?

Things are moving around me

But every year I think the same way

People are changing around me

You’re not the same person I knew yesterday

Events are taking place inside me

I can hear my own voice

unrecognizable to me --

I forget that I control my actions

but do I really, or IS IT SOMEONE ELSE!?

                             IS IT SOMEONE ELSE!?

                             IS IT SOMEONE ELSE!?

                             IS IT SOMEONE ELSE!?

     IS IT SOMEONE ELSE!?

     IS IT SOMEONE ELSE!?

LYRICS W/ CHORDS:

LYRICS - Broccoli!

BROCCOLI!

By Emma Johnson

10-27-99

no. 543

[for Robin Lowney]

LYRICS:

There’s a vegetable

I want to talk about.

It’s green and leafy and good.

There’s a vegetable

I want to talk about.

I eat it all day just like I should.

It’s name is BROCCOLI.

It’s name is BROCCOLI.

It’s name is BROCCOLI.

And I eat it every day like I should. Could

you give me a reason not to eat it?

There’s no vegetable that can beat it.

You know, I really, really need it.

Broccoli, broccoli --

it’s good.

         /Some

people take their vitamins (yeah).

but, you know, they’re missing out (uh-huh).

Some people take their vitamins (oh, yeah),

but this is one vegetable one shouldn’t

live without.

(Without a doubt.)

It’s name is BROCCOLI.

It’s name is BROCCOLI.

It’s name is BROCCOLI.

And I eat it every day like I should. Could

you give me a reason not to eat it.

There’s no vegetable that can beat it.

You know, I really, really need it.

Broccoli, broccoli --

it’s good.

         /So, make

room for 2 or 3 servings a day.

It’s low in fats and saturated fatty acids, what

more can I say?

Melt some cheese

or eat it plain.

Get acquainted with my friend

and you won’t complain.

It’s name is BROCCOLI.

It’s name is BROCCOLI.

It’s name is BROCCOLI.

And I eat it every day like I should. Could

you give me a reason not to eat it.

There’s no vegetable that can beat it.

You know, I really, really need it.

Broccoli, broccoli --

it’s good.

          /Now,

one more thing about broccoli:

you gotta eat it, eat it, eat it, eat it, eat it, eat it

(One thing about broccoli:)

(you gotta) eat it, eat it, eat it, eat it, eat it, eat it

(Just eat that broccoli:)

you gotta eat it, eat it, eat it, eat it, eat it, eat it

It’s name is BROCCOLI.

It’s name is BROCCOLI.

It’s name is BROCCOLI.

And I eat it every day like I should. Could

you give me a reason not to eat it.

There’s no vegetable that can beat it.

You know, I really, really need it.

Broccoli, broccoli --

it’s good.

[1]Let’s talk about broc-col-i.

Let’s talk about you and me.

Let’s talk about all the vegeta-

bles from which you can derive

vitamin C.

Let’s talk about it.

(Let’s talk about it.)

Let’s talk about broccoli.

We’re talking about broccoli.

It means a lot to me.

Who knew a vegetable could be controversy?

It would win playing Monopoly.

Whoa, this is the way it’s got to be.

What used to be a mystery to me,

became my friend, you see.

The root of catastrophe.

When I go to the supermarket, it’s what I go to see.

It is the way.

What can I say?

But “hats off to you,

Broccoli.”

When things aren’t going your way,

just think of broccoli.

What is it you wanted me to see?

Was it having to do with broccoli?

Let’s hear it for broccoli.

B-R-O-C

C-O-L-I

Broccoli.

I’m not a moron;

you don’t have to spell it out for me.

So, quit your bitchin’,

and come to the kitchen.

Broccoli is sure

to cure

any condition.

We’re talkin’ about

(BROCCOLI!)

Let me hear you say

(BROCCOLI!)

A little louder

(BROCCOLI!)

Break it down

(BROCCOLI! BROCCOLI!)

(BROCCOLI! BROCCOLI!)

Broc-co- ley-a-a-a-hey hay

Broc-co- ley-a-a-ay

Broc-co- ley-a-a-a-hey hay

Broc-co- ley-a-a-ay hey hey hey

hey Broc-co- ley-a-a-a-hey hay

Broc-co- ley-a-a-ay hey hey hey

Broc-co- ley-a-a-a-hey hay

Broc-co- ley-a-a-ay

(BROCCOLI! BROCCOLI!)

(BROCCOLI! BROCCOLI!)

Broccoli, Mmmm

LYRICS W/ CHORDS:

LYRICS - Answering Machine Message

“answering machine message”

by Emma Johnson

9-11-99

LYRICS:

You’ve reached the home of the Johnson residence

but René and Emma are doing things that take more precedence.

But there’s no need for you to get hostile

‘cause we’ll get back to you just as 

soon as possible.

Right now we’re out

or maybe we’re here.

But either way

we can’t answer the phone.

So, don’t be shy.

Here’s where your job comes in.

Leave a message right after the tone.

It doesn’t matter if you think it’s important,

because it’s important to us.

Whoever you are,

we want to hear from you

Even if you dialed the wrong number

Or are a prank caller who just wanted to cuss

Just, please leave a message—

a message after the beep.

Otherwise we’ll be contemplating

who we should call

and won’t be able to sleep.

(Thank-you for your co-op-er-ation.)

LYRICS W/ CHORDS: 

LYRICS - Asshole

asshole

bY Emma Johnson

12^th gr.

8-26-99.1

LYRICS

Roses are red.

Violets are blue.

Sugar is sweet.

And then there’s you.

You seemed so nice when I met you,

But now I want to forget you.

When I met you you seemed good-natured and kind.

But now I believe that I was out of my mind.
Now I know:

You’re an asshole —

a motherfucking prick.

I’d find great pleasure in sticking

an ice-pick up your dick.

The way you carry yourself

is merely a cover

for your deceptive lies.

All I see is my reflection

In your wary eyes.

Many people think

that you are nice.

But they don’t know the real you yet.

But soon they’ll be haunted

by memories of you

they’ll try hard to forget.

Soon they’ll know:

You’re an asshole —

a motherfucking prick.

I’d find great pleasure in sticking

an ice-pick up your dick.

The way you carry yourself

is merely a cover

for your deceptive lies.

All I see is my reflection

In your wary eyes.

I wish you wouldn’t

talk to me,

but that’s nothing I can control.

I haven’t seen you for

a couple of days,

but it’s too soon to say that I’m on a role.

Just one question, why is making me

miserable your goal?

Oh, wait, I can answer that myself:

It’s because you’re an asshole.

You’re an asshole —

a motherfucking prick.

I’d find great pleasure in sticking

an ice-pick up your dick.

The way you carry yourself

is merely a cover

for your deceptive lies.

All I see is my reflection

In your wary eyes.

Everytime I talk to you

a part of myself dies.

Everytime I talk to you

a part of my soul cries.

Do you realize

what you’ve done?

All thoughts end

before they’ve begun.

Now, how will I end

what I’ve already sung?

A part of my soul died

and I began to run.

Everytime I talk to you

a part of myself cries.

Everytime I talk to you

a part of my soul dies.

I tried to change this reoccurring event,

but you will never compromise.

I know it’s

wrong

to think I’m better

than you.

But if you

were me

You’d think the

same thing too.

You’re an asshole —

a motherfucking prick.

I’d find great pleasure in sticking

an ice-pick up your dick.

The way you carry yourself

is merely a cover

for your deceptive lies.

All I see is my reflection

In your wary eyes.

Screwdrivers: The perfect candidate for

“you are what you eat.”

LYRICS W/ CHORDS:

LYRICS - Sexual Abuse Reflected On a Decade Later

Sexual abuse reflected on a decade later/ ode to a passive aggressive

7-14-99

poem #554

LYRICS:

I’d never wish it upon myself

but now I’m realizing it isn’t all bad

IT is bad

but not all that comes of it.

My childhood was stolen;

for that I’m sad.

But in effect I became more mature.

In hard situations

I could endure

without much effort

put forth by me (I suppose).

Hey

Hey

Hey

Though I didn’t/ get to experience

what most people do

why is that considered a tragedy?

Why would I want to be the same as all the rest?

From the minute I was conceived

my life was diverging from the normal path.

Look at the diverging road and me —

try to compute the math.

Hey

Hey

Hey

I’d be a different person.

I’d have a different soul.

I may have the same interests

and/or think the same

with a different goal.

Hey

Hey

Hey

You can fuck me

all you want

but you’ll never have

my soul.

You can fuck me

for as long as you want

but you’ll never

have control.

[1]Violate me

in violet times

the vilest way that you know.

Ruin me.

Ravage me.

Utterly savage me.

On me, no mercy bestow.

Hey

Hey

Hey

You never think that

you can deal with it

until it happens

and then you do.

Why do you

lock the door

when the people

you should

be most afraid of

are inside your house

living among you?

I used to be careful/ but now I’m paranoid

I used to be careful/ but now I’m paranoid

I used to be careful/ but now I’m paranoid

I used to be careful/ but now I’m paranoid

I used to be careful/ but now I’m paranoid

I used to be careful but now I’m just as paranoid as hell.

Hey

Hey

Hey

LYRICS W/ CHORDS:

LYRICS - The Chocolate Song

The chocolate

song

By Emma considine johnson

4/21/99.1s

no. 399

LYRICS:

This is a song about chocolate.

I wrote this song about chocolate

because chocolate is a

very important commodity to me.

Where would we be without chocolate?

I don’t know.

And another question: Where would I be without chocolate?

I don’t dare find out.

It’s not a side of me you’d want to see.

Hidden anger comes out, to the surface.

Below my skin, there is a monster that cries out,

“Give me chocolate!

 Give me chocolate!”

My brain has become dependent on it.

It can’t function without it anymore.

Or, at least function in a way that is

remotely socially acceptable.

(Not that there’s anything wrong with not being socially acceptable.

– But in this case there is something definitely wrong with not being socially acceptable

Something really, really wrong.)

It’s an unexplainable phenomenon

– chocolate that is.

It is my friend.

It is my foe.

We have a history

that goes back before I can remember

remembering.

Yo yo,

check my flow.

10 candy-bars sit

lined up in a row—ho.

Did you eat them

'cause now only wrappers sitand

I’m not in the mood to

deal with it

(your shit).

I’m gonna throw a fit

if I

don’t have

chocolate.

Chocolate for you.

Chocolate for me.

That is all I

want life to be.

Just chocolate for you and

chocolate for me.

That is all

I want life to be.

Now, before I continue my song I’d like to tell you something else about chocolate.

Chocolate is my friend.

It is my lover.

And it is one of my worst fears.[1]

In my book, not eating chocolate should constitute

as one of the seven deadly sins.

So, from now on, as far as I’m concerned,

there are eight deadly sins.

There are so many different kinds of chocolate,

that finding chocolate shouldn’t be a problem.

Even cheap imitation brands will suffice when you have to do with what you’ve got.

Just as long as everyone is eating a lot.

I challenge you this the next time you are eating chocolate that tastes like shit:

to think of all the poor children in a 3^rd world country

of your choice

They would die to eat that shit you’re eating.

And so should you.

And so should you.

(Now I’m just gonna repeat this line

until this

chord progression is through.)

And so should you.

And so should you.

And so should you.

And so should you.

And so should you.

And so should you.

Word up,

Homey-G,

do I see a chocolate bar,

or is it just me?

Hey, you,

give me the 4-1-1

(I don’t care how your steak is done (but))

if that’s a candy-bar,

can I have some?

No, I did not mean sex,

because that’s just too complex.

I just want some candy,

because it’s dandy.

And although liquor is quicker,

there’s a reason why

drugs don’t have their own

scratch-and-stiff stickers.

Chocolate for you.

Chocolate for me.

That is all

I want life to be.

Just chocolate for you and

chocolate for me.

That is all

I want life to be.

Just one thing before you go:

I hope you all enjoyed the show, and

if you like chocolate, won’t you

let me know?

(that)

I like chocolate!

     (Do you?)

I like chocolate!

     (Really?)

I like chocolate!

     (Are you sure?)

I like chocolate!

I like chocolate.

O.K., that’s enough.

You’ve made that apparent

(that) I like chocolate.

Do you like chocolate, too?

LYRICS W/ CHORDS:

A girl in Costa Rica, 1999

A girl kept running into my frame because she said she wanted to be photographed. I said OK.

Actually, at first I tried to avoid taking her picture because obviously she was a minor, but it was soon obvious that she wanted me to take pictures of her because she would speed up and stop. Her dad gently told her to stop running into my pictures because she was ruining it. But I thought it was great! Such a funny girl full of life! Since her parent was OK with it, I then took pictures of her. She loved the attention and I loved photographing her.