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A Visit From The Goon Squad

by No Johns

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1.
Polphin 04:42
I remember you well, you stood by your word and said “I'm in the woods with a blanket. I've taken a tab, I'm sure that it had the power to make me see clearly.” For so long in your time you've been washed out and coked up in the floors that you crawl in. Everybody needs time to move slowly and pause. To wash out. You're talking a lot, asking yourself “What do I even remember?” Talking a lot, asking yourself, for words you can't even remember. So much of your time is spent washed out and coked up in the floors that you crawl in. Everybody needs time to move slowly and pause. Just wash out. I tried to hold the rope, you said “this gun is my casket closed.” I tried to hold the rope. I said it once, and you didn't want to know. So much of your time was spent washed out and coked up in the floors that you've crawl in. Everybody needs time to move slowly and pause. I'm washed out.
2.
Here's your poem the only one I ever wrote. It's from the heart, yet lacking any flames or sparks. So just tear it apart. And when you complain that romance is dead I'll say “it is not true, it's only you.” Cause you've given up on the trials of love. You've got a foolish heart, you try too hard. Lover so gracefully you trade your bows for delusions of grandeur that you've made up. So just tear it apart. And when you complain that romance is dead I'll say “it is not true, it's only you.” Cause you've given up on the trials of love. You've got a foolish heart, you try too hard. And you cried with your jewelry tears onto your painted mirror. And when you complain that romance is dead I'll say “it is not true, it's only you.” Cause you've given up on the trials of love. You've got a foolish heart, you try too hard. You yearn for the loves that have come and gone. Foolish heart, you try too hard. When you complain that romance is dead, I'll say “It is not true, it's only you, fool.”
3.
Waste 03:12
I'll drink you under the table.
 You said you didn't know what I mean.
 That you were not the one just to settle, you're waiting on a pattern on a screen. But who the fuck you talking to, like you have a clue? Don't waste my time. I've got your sign. Don't waste my time. I'm not saying my goodbyes. Everybody hears you and nobody feels you when you're crawling through the bathroom floor. You say you gotta act right and follow the script when your name is coming through the door. But who the fuck you talking to like you got a crew? Don't waste my time. I've got your sign. Don't waste my time. I'm not saying my goodbyes. Who the fuck you talking to like you have a crew? Don't waste my time. I've got your sign. Don't waste my time. I'm not saying my goodbyes.
4.
Got your hand on the dial, the beat is the charm you fall for every time, but you're not one of them. Hear the soloist cry, the microphone spits out the intricate lines. Are you one of them? No you're not the one to show them where they're going to. I'm here in the pocket, and you're a moving target. It's just a matter of trance, the rush that you get when you're in front of the band. You're not one of them. It's just a question of soul, passionate pause and complete control, so you're not one of them. No you're not the one to show them where they're going to. I'm here in the pocket, and you're a moving target.
5.
For this band I have no emotion. 'Shady Cairn' could drop in the ocean and float on the tiniest vessel, and there'd be no regret left to wrestle. For the truth is I'm not of them, my aesthetics are much less country. I long to seek the future, and all they care for is the past. I feel just like Brandon Reilly in The Movielife Though I love the business, something about it just don't feel right. When you're exploring those places that your heart just cannot go. The past and future. Give me seconds in reverse and I'll show you wicked verse. All these things you've never heard about me. Past and future. I can write you a song man, I can promise that it won't be boring trite and overwrought nonsense, but I could give a fuck if you'd like it. Cause my songs are my greatest virtue, they can wrap around and seduce you, my songs are my greatest honor, kick back tell me where you're honoured. Cause I'm just like Brandon Reilly in The Movielife Though I love the business, something about it just don't feel right. When you're exploring those places that your heart just cannot go. The past and future. Give me seconds in reverse and I'll show you wicked verse. All these things you've never heard about me. Past and future. When you're exploring those places that your chops just cannot go. (NO JOHNS) Past and future.
6.
I am an animal. I come from the ocean, the uncharted waters with the luckiest charm. The crest of a shield on a world that is lost and it's tattooed on my arm, and I sing just for myself. I'm here for the dealers and boosters prowling for pussy as if on command. To tell them that they can't put the world on a chain resting in the palm of their hand. So let's all just sing a praise. I'm a criminal. Fight off your demons but first take a number cause you are not yourself. You've broken the waters and slopped up the tides you may need some help to get you through the day. I am an animal. I come from the ocean, your uncharted waters I've got a charm. The crest of a shield on a world that is lost and it's tattooed on my arm, and I sing just for myself. Praise to those who start at the end and who know the gift of a friend. Praise to myself cause I am a shield planting roots in the gutters that stretch out to fields. Praise to this life although she's a bitch even if she's bad and open and thick. Praise to the lanes who go for me quick I'll show you these words that's sick
7.
Gustavo 03:51
We're in our bedroom after the war. Our clothes are thrown all over the floor. The doors and windows are boarded and locked. The final blasts go off in coughs. In our bed is a silent alarm that keeps us safe when we are unarmed and causing violence only to us. Damaging with bite marks and cuts. Because I am young and so in... with someone who'd rather kick my teeth in. Show me all your details in the war and that it is best to just ignore. The dead are buried in our backyard. The flowers grow they're still in our hearts. We plot their names with stolen art. It's more of a map and less of a chart. Because I am young and so in... with someone who'd rather kick my teeth in. Show me all your details in the war and that it is best to just ignore. Because I am young and so in...love with someone who'd rather kick my teeth in. Show me all your details.
8.
Missingno 03:48
I've never been as drunk as I Am here under lights With my eyes so wide so green Teeth clenched to Kill the scene I'm waiting for the catastrophe In my personality. For it's something more interesting And cruel Four punks under the pen And will of forty young men Who just mosh for the cause To scratch behind their claws They're waiting for the catastrophe In their personalities. For it's something more interesting And cruel Just let go Of your history in rust Just let go I'm waiting for the catastrophe In my personality. for it's something more interesting And cruel You know, You know it's cruel
9.
Circle pits, enough to turn me into a loaded clip. This microphone can't stand on its own, without you it's unknown. I'm not dancing on my own without a cord to guide me home. Let me hold that down. See me drowned deep into the sound, I'm calling for you now. I'm against the wall. I was never tall, I stand above you all. I'm not dancing on my own without a cord to guide me home. Let me hold that down. Circle pits, enough to turn me into a loaded clip. This microphone can't stand on its own, without you it's unknown. Let me hold that down.
10.
No escapes, no getaways, I can't stay with you. I talk to myself but the sound remains inside my throat, now I can't cope with the thought that your romance is dead when all my heart is chasing bars. So run, getaway, because I won't change. I talk to myself but the sound remains inside my throat, now I can't cope with the thought that your romance is dead when all my heart is chasing bars.

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released April 30, 2013

No Johns is:

Andrew Sarrion
Andrew Gonzalez
Idris Perovic
Jordon El-Saieh

Produced and Engineered by Chris Atkins
Mastered by Paul Gold at Salt Mastering
Artwork by Karla Gutierrez

Shout outs to the goon squad, salad bowl, and anyone and everyone we've ever worked with. This one's for you.

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No Johns New York, New York

No Johns sound like the party you went to last night: whether you want to groove and chill or dance and yell. They are not to be ignored, blasting out both the tenants and your eardrums in one song only.

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