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Coop Resident

by Jonny Sonic

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1.
Cue 01:42
say it again without your mouth full. now that i got your attention, there's one more groove i want you to listen to.
2.
one hundred and fifty four feet below the ground, i travel westbound. i have to get tickets to get this gift on my wish list but the minutes tick with the quickness and still no one's open for business. no one here speaks my language, no one here has my currency. i'm deep under. and the wise men shrug their shoulders and wonder: "who knew?" everybody got the pesos, they got the euros. can i get some change for my singles, exchanged for quarters? i can't feel my legs anymore. i'm so far from the shore. behind a little girl with a fancy tassel, lapping the crap off her candied apple, she can't be hassled to move any faster, so i'm stuck and trying not to act like an asshole. no one here speaks my language. no one here has my currency. i'm deep under. and the wise men look me dead in the eyes and they're surprised that i can't use the payphone, can't use the jukebox. and i wonder: "who knew?" everybody got the pesos, they got the euros. can i get some change for my singles, exchanged for quarters so i can pick tunes, pick tunes that you sing to: La la la la la la. when i came to, i was lying on the road talking like a two year old.
3.
In Line 03:49
i know i have not been dependable and sometimes i have been expendable. i know i have not come through for you. and sometimes i knew but did not do. but consider it taken care of. consider it taken care of. i'll consider and deliver it once i fall back in line. i know i don't pursue my to-do list. and sometimes we get so tired of this. i know that we're waiting in anticipation, feeling weighted by determination. but consider it taken care of. consider it taken care of. i'll consider it and deliver it once i fall back in line. it's an uphill climb. all the time in the world means i still have tomorrow to find my head and to move my feet. you know i'll fall, it will take time, before it's all in line.
4.
tell me again: what's your name? what's your purpose? lip service, lip service, send mercy on over towards us! because it awards us to be gorgeous, it awards us to be gorgeous! lip service, lip service, send mercy on over towards us! because it awards us to be gorgeous, and the applause makes us flawless. tell me again: what's your name? what's your purpose? i'll serve fervent alerts about you perverts. tell me again: what's your name? what's your purpose? it's fucked up scenery with all this deceivery, but it still seems to be unbelievably relieving to me. tell me again: what's your name? what's your purpose?
5.
Steaks 01:30
hey hey, do ya wanna come over and cook some steaks? hey hey, do you wanna come over and drink some drinks? maybe there will be some leftover ball park franks. hey hey, drew will bring us on over an ice cream cake.
6.
Whiney 03:22
so go ahead and tell me: how you're doing with all these thoughts that are swirling round your head. how you're doing with month after month of coming up in the red. never before have we been so frightened and not moved to heightened enlightenment. never before have we put up our dukes with nukes based on flukes of misintelligence. never before have we seen such a population escalation in every nation. never before has all this countless bean-counting made mountains between the boundaries of rich and poor. so go ahead and tell me: how you're doing with all these thoughts that are swirling round your head. how you're doing with month after month of coming up in the red. never before have we been so hopeful and still moping around till a better day. never before have we known that our vote is dead because the president took it away. never before have used out hindsight to unblind eyes because it might not be bad timing. never before has a dude on a cd like me offered remedies instead of being just whiney. ...just making beats and bitchin. ...because we're all too busy to do any fixin. ...everyone's yappin, no ones listenin. ...moanin and pissin... so go ahead and tell me: how you're doing with all these thoughts that are swirling round your head. how you're doing with month after month of coming up in the red.
7.
Bourbon Sass 03:59
you're spittin out that bourbon sass, girl. gettin crass, girl. fill your glass, girl. you're spittin out that bourbon sass, man. gettin crass, man. fill your glass, man. sittin on your living room furniture, slurpin a bourbon, you're all done workin, you're gettin sassy... sittin on your living room furniture, slurpin a bourbon, you're all done workin, you're gettin sassy... there's evil in your eye, you don't retire, but throw your mitts off. you scoff. you scream. you're mean. it's four in the morning and you're still pissed off. standin on your living room furniture, slammin a bourbon, you're just gittin workin, you're gettin sloppy... ...but you're not stopping... you're spittin out that bourbon sass, girl. gettin crass, girl. fill your glass, girl. you're spittin out that bourbon sass, man. gettin crass, man. fill your glass, man. whoa, whoa, whoa, you best slow down. the whiskey loves you now, then it loves you not. you might get hungover, or you might get another shot. you're spittin out that bourbon sass, girl. gettin crass, girl. fill your glass, girl. you're spittin out that bourbon sass, man. gettin crass, man. wake up the next morning in a trash can.
8.
Dumb Day 02:04
it's a dumb day. a numb monday. it's a dumb day. a numb monday. we trudge.
9.
Medicine 04:29
you didn't take your medicine. you didn't take your medicine again. they're coming in your head again. because you didn't take your medicine again. and you know we will surely hear them if we listen for them.
10.
Sore 02:56
i eat like shit, i sleep like shit. i take all the hits that i can get. and i wonder why my neck is sore. and i wonder why my legs is sore. i booze like shit, i use like shit. and i refuse all the bad news that i get. and i wonder why my head is sore. and i wonder my lungs is sore. i fake like shit, i take like shit. i tend to exaggerate my shit. and i wonder why my ears is sore. and i wonder why my soul is sore. but no more... we really got to fall deep into the ground before we turn around. when we're good, we call it the human spirit. when we're bad, we call it human nature. when we're good, we call it the human spirit. when we're bad, we call it human nature. i spend like shit, don't tend to my shit. and i diminish my wishes to finish my shit. and i wonder why my wallet is sore. and i wonder why my bills is sore. i plan like shit, take stands like shit. get pushed around and i drown in my own shit. and i wonder why my watch is sore. and i wonder why my hear is sore. but no more... we really got to fall deep into the ground before we turn around.
11.
The Dive 04:19
hey nurse give me some water because i'm thirsty and i can't swim to the fountain under water because my raincoat's too thin. so please send me a postcard with large print and correct postage: tell my brother and my sister, tell my mother i'm held hostage. and i'm forced to do the dirty and get my lips wet until i'm thirty, until they take me, or i'll take me when the dive begins to break me. droppin all the crumbs. let me lick that spoon if you're done. hey doc hook me to an i.v., make my vitals what they should be. check my platelets and my peptides, check my surface, check my insides. and please bake me some pastry to get my lips wet with something tasty. i burned down the bakery, that's why i hate me. the dive's begun to break me. droppin all the crumbs. let me lick that spoon if you're done. who forgot to check the roster? the dive has dropped and wrecked my posture.
12.
lyrics by david byrne with a little switches here and there...
13.
you'll always be the coop resident. you'll never be the president. because you never pick up your phone. you'll always be the coop resident. you'll never be the president. because you never pick up your phone.

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All songs written and arranged by Jonny Sonic
All songs produced by Rick Kowal for HandPicked Entertainment

© 2006 (R. Kowal), published by MadPeeps Music (ASCAP)
A HandPicked Entertainment Production

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released December 1, 2006

The Coop Resident:
Jonny Sonic - basses, beats, guitars, keys, vocals, tweaks

The Guest Residents:
Tacket Brown - drums on all tracks except 8, 9, 13
Kevin Seeley - trumpets on 1, 2, 5, 6, 10
Cliff Colon - saxes on 1, 2, 5, 6, 10
Greg Koehler - trombone on 1, 2, 5, 6, 10
Brasswax - trumpets on 3, 4, 7, 12
ms wings - extra vocals on 2, 10, 12
Russel Sandon - extra drums on 12
Coco Williams - baby vocals on 2
FULL - background vocals on 12

Recorded and mixed by Rick Kowal, Black Vegas Studio - Seattle
Mastered by Jeff Campo, Soweto Productions - Detroit
Logo and art by Sam Kirk

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With so many ingredients, these addicting hooks and frighteningly heavy beats prove Jonny Sonic to be the best dope pusher in town.

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