Companion

Performed by The Night Game and Elle King 

Produced by Martin Johnson

Co-Produced by Brandon Paddock

Music and Lyrics written by Martin Johnson 

Published by Martin Johnson - EMI April Music, Inc. o/b/o itself and Martin Music Inc (ASCAP)

Engineering by Brandon Paddock and Chris Steffen

Digital Editing by Travis Ference  

Asst Engineering by Mark Schick, Nicholas Morzov

Recorded at The Lodge, Los Angeles, CA

Sage and Sound, Los Angeles, CA 

The Lodge East, Nashville, TN 

Studio Assistant: Devin Kam 

Recording dates: January 2019 - September 2019 

Vocal, electric guitar, acoustic guitar, piano, synth, and programming by Martin Johnson 

Vocal by Elle King 

Electric guitar by Izzy Fontaine 

Programming, keyboards, guitars by Brandon Paddock

Drums and percussion by Rob Humphreys 

Bass by Sean Hurley 

Mixed by Tom Lord-Alge at Spank Studios, Miami, FL

Mastered by Ted Jensen at Sterling Sound, Nashville, TN

hey

hey, is this the way you wish it felt 

sitting in silence what a hell of a birthday gift, yeah you blew my mind 

no, i don’t expect too much of you 

all that i wanted was the truth and a little patience from time to time 

i can feel in my neck that i’m bout to choke

there's a part of me lost with the words you spoke 

and if you’re my companion why am i lonely?

what if i disappear if i float away?

would you lie to me then say you miss my face?

hell if your my companion my one and only 

then it all comes down to you

and am i your companion too?

i, i know its hard to leave the couch 

while i’m out here workin hand to mouth and I’m growing sick of the bbc

you, you know i hate it in the rain 

so why did we move here to a place where it pouring 5 days a week and I’m grinding for cash and i’m grinding my teeth 

i can feel in my neck that i’m bout to choke

there’s a part of me lost with the words you spoke 

and if you’re my companion why am i lonely? 

what if i disappear if i float away?

would you lie to me then say you miss my face? 

hell if your my companion my one and only, yeah 

then it all comes down to you

and am i your companion?

hey, is this the way you wish it felt 

sitting in silence what a hell of a birthday gift yeah you blew my mind 

i can feel in my neck that i’m bout to choke

there's a part of me lost with the words you spoke 

and if you’re my companion why am i lonely?

what if i disappear if i float away?

would you lie to me then say you miss my face?

hell if you’re my companion my one and only, yeah 

then it all comes down to you, yeah  

and am i your companion too?

One Phone Call

Produced by Martin Johnson

Co-Produced by Brandon Paddock and Ryland Blackinton

Music written by Martin Johnson and Ryland Blackinton

Lyrics written by Martin Johnson

Published by Martin Johnson - EMI April Music, Inc. o/b/o itself and Martin Music Inc (ASCAP)

Rylan Blackinton  - Pleasure Ryland (BMI)

Engineering by Brandon Paddock and David Davis

Digital Editing by Travis Ference 

Asst Engineering by Mark Schick and Nicholas Morzov

Recorded at The Lodge, Los Angeles, CA

Sage and Sound, Los Angeles, CA

Studio Assistant: Devin Kam

Recording dates: January 2019 - September 2019

Vocal, electric guitar, acoustic guitar, piano, synth, and programming by Martin Johnson

Electric guitar and synth guitar by Izzy Fontaine

Programming and synth by Brandon Paddock

Programming by Ryland Blackinton 

Drums and Percussion by Rob Humphreys

Bass by Sean Hurley

Mixed by Tom Lord-Alge

Mastered by Ted Jensen at Sterling Sound, Nashville, TN

LYRICS

it’s been a long day 

walkin sideways  

you’re outa your league 

blood on your white shoes 

them boys are bad news 

that side of the street 

you can find the needle in the hay but never learned to walk

if you finally run out of gas or you just wanna talk 

i’ve been where you been

and thick skin 

still bleeds when it hits the sidewalk

and if your ever in trouble

i’ll be your one phone call

when you come out darkness 

i’m here to break your fall

ooo and i know it well cause i mighta been there once or twice before 

in the black of night I hope you find my front door and through it all 

if your ever in trouble 

i’ll be your one phone call

back in the old days 

the cold days

the salt in the straw 

i was up to no good

out on the hardwood 

the lock in the jaw 

i could trip over my two left feet better than anyone

and i know you think you’re alone and up against the gun  

i’ve been where you been 

and thick skin still bleeds, you’re not the only one 

and if your ever in trouble

i’ll be your one phone call

when you come out darkness 

i’m here to break your fall

ooo and i know it well cause i mighta been there once or twice before 

in the black of night I hope you find my front door and through it all 

if your ever in trouble 

i’ll be your one phone call

it’s been a long day 

walkin sideways  

(i'll be your one phone call)

blood on your white shoes 

them boys are bad news 

(i'll be your one phone call)

mmm you can find the needle in the hay but never learned to walk

(i’ll be your one phone call)

if you finally run out of gas or you just wanna talk 

let’s talk 

i'll be your one phone call…

if your ever in trouble

i’ll be your one phone call

when you come out darkness 

i’m here to break your fall

ooo and i know it well cause i mighta been there once or twice before 

in the black of night I hope you find my front door and through it all 

if your ever in trouble 

i’ll be your one phone call

Hurts So Good

Produced by Martin Johnson

Co-Produced by Brandon Paddock

Music and Lyrics written by Martin Johnson 

Published by Martin Johnson - EMI April Music, Inc. o/b/o itself and Martin Music Inc (ASCAP)

Engineering by Brandon Paddock, Chris Steffen and Nicholas Morsov 

Digital Editing by Travis Ference  

Asst Engineering by Mark Schick 

Recorded at The Lodge, Los Angeles, CA

Sage and Sound, Los Angeles, CA 

The Lodge East, Nashville, TN 

Studio Assistant: Devin Kam 

Recording dates: January 2019 - September 2019 

Vocal, electric guitar, piano, keyboards and programming by Martin Johnson 

Electric guitar, synth guitar by Izzy Fontaine 

Programming, keyboards, guitars, digital effects and backing vocals by Brandon Paddock

Drums and percussion by Rob Humphreys 

Bass by Sean Hurley 

Mixed by Tom Lord-Alge at Spank Studios, Miami, FL

Mastered by Ted Jensen at Sterling Sound, Nashville, TN

LYRICS

layin awake

you cut me so deep 

i woke with my face on the floorboards

feels like i’m shedding my winter skin

they call me a fake

call me a freak 

i’m coming up blank on the scoreboard 

you really know how to break me in 

around and round and round we go

the scars are on my chin 

come pick me up and take me out 

you get me high when i’ve been down 

straight through the windshield off the hood  

but it hurts so good 

take all my things and fuck my friends  

then i hope you do it all again 

then leave me for dead just like you should 

but it hurts so good 

everything aches 

everything’s burns 

the city’s so calm in the morning 

you play my heart like it’s just a drum 

feeling regret

feeling so dumb

i saw the signs got the warning 

but call out my name and just watch me run

everytime around and round and round we go 

im tired and i’m numb

come pick me up and take me out 

you get me high when i’ve been down 

then straight through the windshield off the hood  

but it hurts so good 

take all my things and fuck my friends  

then i hope you do it all again 

then leave me for dead just like you should 

but it hurts so good  

and i’d try quit you if i could

but it hurts so good

come pick me up and take me out 

you get me high when i’ve been down 

straight through the windshield off the hood  

but it hurts so good 

come take all my things and fuck my friends  

then i hope you do it all again 

then leave me for dead just like you should 

but it hurts so good 

Dancing in Heaven

Produced by Martin Johnson

Co-Produced by Brandon Paddock

Music by Martin Johnson

Lyrics by Martin Johnson and Sam Hollander 

Published by Martin Johnson - EMI April Music, Inc. o/b/o itself and Martin Music Inc (ASCAP)

Engineering by Brandon Paddock

Asst Engineering by Mark Schick and Nicholas Morsov 

Recorded at The Lodge, Los Angeles, CA

Sage and Sound, Los Angeles, CA 

The Lodge East, Nashville, TN 

Studio Assistant: Devin Kam 

Recording dates: January 2019 - September 2019 

Vocal, electric guitar, piano, keyboards and programming by Martin Johnson 

Programming, keyboards, piano, bagpipes and penny whistle  by Brandon Paddock

Bass by Sean Hurley 

Mixed by Tom Lord-Alge at Spank Studios, Miami, FL

Mastered by Ted Jensen at Sterling Sound, Nashville, TN

thunder rolls and shakes the walls 

another ghost walks down the hall 

still all of your clothes hang in the closet all your books sit on the shelf 

sometimes at night i hear you call 

and hey, is it so bad?

watching above the world the life you had below 

hey, is it so bad?

won’t you you send me a sign cause i’ve been down and low 

i wanna know, are you dancing in heaven?

spinning around to the beat in the sky, yeah

i wanna know, are you dancing in heaven?

rockin real slow, have you found paradise?

for every moment, for every breath 

every low that i won’t forget, for every high

i wanna know, are you dancing in heaven tonight?

i saw you walk into the wind 

and lighting crashed out on the shore 

i wore your jacket as i watched them lower you into the ground 

and i’ve been sleeping on the floor 

and hey, is it so strange 

sitting above the world the people down below?

hey, was it in vain?

won’t you send me a sign, just give me that cause oh  

i wanna know, are you dancing in heaven?

spinning around to the beat in the sky, yeah

i wanna know, are you dancing in heaven?

rockin real slow, have you found paradise?

for every moment, for every breath 

for every low that i won’t forget, and for every high

i wanna know, are you dancing in heaven tonight?

hey, is it so bad?

won’t you send me a sign so i can let you go 

i wanna know, are you dancing in heaven?

spinning around to the beat in the sky, oh yeah

i wanna know, are you dancing in heaven?

rockin real slow, have you found paradise?

for every moment, for every breath 

for every low that i won’t forget, and for every high

i wanna know, are you dancing in heaven tonight?

Beautiful Stranger

Produced by Martin Johnson

Co-Produced by Brandon Paddock

Music and Lyrics written by Martin Johnson 

Published by Martin Johnson - EMI April Music, Inc. o/b/o itself and Martin Music Inc (ASCAP)

Engineering by Brandon Paddock, Chris Steffen and Nicholas Morsov 

Digital Editing by Travis Ference  

Asst Engineering by Mark Schick 

Recorded at The Lodge, Los Angeles, CA

Sage and Sound, Los Angeles, CA 

The Lodge East, Nashville, TN 

Studio Assistant: Devin Kam 

Recording dates: January 2019 - September 2019 

Vocal, electric guitar, piano, keyboards and programming by Martin Johnson 

Programming, keyboards, guitars and saxophone by Brandon Paddock

Additional programming by Nicholas Morsov 

Drums and percussion by Rob Humphreys 

Bass by Sean Hurley 

Mixed by Tom Lord-Alge at Spank Studios, Miami, FL

Mastered by Ted Jensen at Sterling Sound, Nashville, TN

beautiful stranger, you 

see i’m in danger, who

will save me from this shallow ground i’m wading thru the vultures in this town

been stuck in retrograde 

until i heard you say

i can see your broken down but nothing from your past can hurt you now 

you’re never gonna be alone 

as long as i am here in your arms

forever from this moment on 

i promise you’ll be safe in my heart

through all the darkest of nights

i could be the one you waited all of your life for now 

you’re never gonna be alone 

as long as i am living 

(as long as i, as long as i, as long as i, as long as i, as long as i am living)

beautiful stranger, my

its human nature, why

everyone i’ve come to know has taken a piece of me when they go 

i got some battle scars

you say “well now their ours,

and all your baggage all your ghosts can try to chase me off but but they won’t, no” 

you’re never gonna be alone 

as long as i am here in your arms

forever from this moment on 

well i promise you’ll be safe in my heart

through all the darkest of nights

i could be the one you waited all of your life for now 

you’re never gonna be alone 

as long as i am living 

(as long as i, as long as i, as long as i, as long as i, as long as i am living)

beautiful stranger, you 

beautiful stranger 

you’re never gonna be alone 

as long as i am here in your arms

forever from this moment on 

well i promise you’ll be safe in my heart

through all the darkest of nights

i could be the one you waited all of your life for now 

and you’re never gonna be alone 

as long as i am living 

(as long as i, as long as i, as long as i, as long as i, as long as i am living)

you’re never gonna be alone, no

(as long as i, as long as i, as long as i, as long as i, as long as i am living)

beautiful stranger, you

UFO

Produced by Martin Johnson

Co-Produced by Brandon Paddock

Music and Lyrics written by Martin Johnson 

Published by Martin Johnson - EMI April Music, Inc. o/b/o itself and Martin Music Inc (ASCAP)

Engineering by Brandon Paddock, Chris Steffen 

Digital Editing by Travis Ference  

Asst Engineering by Mark Schick and Nicholas Morsov 

Recorded at The Lodge, Los Angeles, CA

Sage and Sound, Los Angeles, CA 

The Lodge East, Nashville, TN 

Studio Assistant: Devin Kam 

Recording dates: January 2019 - September 2019 

Vocal, electric guitar, piano, keyboards and programming by Martin Johnson 

Programming, keyboards, guitars, backing vocals and vocal solo by Brandon Paddock

Drums and percussion by Rob Humphreys 

Bass by Sean Hurley 

Mixed by Tom Lord-Alge at Spank Studios, Miami, FL

Mastered by Ted Jensen at Sterling Sound, Nashville, TN

LYRICS

look at the cover and you know how the book ends

turn 23 and mark me off as a has been 

i wrote some words down on a white paper napkin 

and i woke up in outer space 

i told my friends we’d meet again on that same couch 

but there all married now or in jail or strung out 

blew all my money just live in a dollhouse 

and put on a happy face 

and I thought i saw a ufo

but I guess it was just a cloud

and i thought maybe the seed would grow

but it's wilted and turning brown

i swear i’d be home for christmas this year

if i could just leave the house 

and i thought i saw a ufo

but then it came crashing down 

i left her in brooklyn with with some cash in a shoebox 

landlord hung up a sign and put on a padlock 

traded my metrocard for advil and sunblock 

and boarded a one way flight 

got a hotel threw out the stash and the champagne 

i started drinking herbal tea for the neck pain 

wrote her a letter, but she’s got a new last name

and i’m here alone tonight 

and I thought i saw a ufo

but I guess it was just a cloud

and i thought maybe the seed would grow

but it's wilted and turning brown

i swear i’d be home for christmas this year

if i could just leave the house 

and i thought i saw a ufo

but then it came crashing down 

thought about moving to the mountains this new year 

put on a cowboy hat and grow out a long beard 

guess i could drink again, but it’s been like 10 years 

and that’d make my old man cry

i know there’s gotta be an ending to this mess 

i just don’t wanna wait to see how bad it gets 

i was on fire boy, now it's a cold sweat 

and i’m lying awake again tonight 

cause I thought i saw a ufo

but I guess it was just a plane

and i thought maybe the seed would grow

yeah but it's circling round the drain

i swear i’d be home for christmas this year

if i could just fix my brain 

oh i thought i saw a ufo

but they all say i’m insane 

never wanted to feel like i was grown up 

saying i'd never ever was gonna ever grow up

living like i was forever young i'd never grow up 

nobody told me that one day i was gonna wake up 

grown up

and fucked up 

(swear i’ll be home for christmas this year…)

A Postcard from the City of Angels

Produced by Martin Johnson

Co-Produced by Brandon Paddock

Music and Lyrics written by Martin Johnson 

Published by Martin Johnson - EMI April Music, Inc. o/b/o itself and Martin Music Inc (ASCAP)

Engineering by Brandon Paddock and Chris Steffen

Digital Editing by Travis Ference  

Asst Engineering by Mark Schick and Nicholas Morzov 

Recorded at The Lodge, Los Angeles, CA

Sage and Sound, Los Angeles, CA 

Studio Assistant: Devin Kam 

Recording dates: January 2019 - September 2019 

Vocal, electric guitar, acoustic guitar, piano, synth, and programming by Martin Johnson 

Electric guitar and synth guitar by Izzy Fontaine 

Electric guitar by Mark Schick 

Programming, keyboards, horns, backing vocals and vocal synth by Brandon Paddock

Backing vocals by Ryland Blackinton

Drums and percussion by Rob Humphreys 

Bass by Sean Hurley 

Mixed by Tom Lord-Alge at Spank Studios, Miami, FL

Mastered by Ted Jensen at Sterling Sound, Nashville, TN

LYRICS

i’m trying to quit 

i’m trying to leave it all behind 

it'll be better for my skin out of the sunshine 

i don't give a shit 

about the flashes in the pan

i already put in one long shift living the good life 

well i’m giving up

on valet, on pressed juice and health food

i’m giving up

on soho house, rooftops and hair glue

i’m giving up

on fast friends in big stupid hats 

and i'm giving up

on the head shops and laundry mats lining 

the endless strip of mini malls

that drop off in the sea 

and it’s halloween on christmas day 

in the land of make believe 

and there’s cocaine in my coffee cup 

i'm stuck here in my car 

and the miles and miles of streetlight rows

are drowning out the stars 

and i've been looking for a reason to get gone 

and go put on my winter jacket and move on 

i think its time for something better than this 

i think its time i got the hell out of los angeles 

i thought about home 

all the way back on the east coast 

but you know my fingers tend to crack at 20 below 

somewhere life is slow 

and they say that that nashville isn't bad 

but everything’s deep fried in the back soaked in tabasco 

either you know i’m giving up

on actors and girls who smoke cigarettes

giving up

on pool parties, fame on the internet   

giving up

where every dream turns into ashes 

giving up 

on the sea of fake lips and eyelashes

the endless strip of mini malls

that drop off in the sea 

and it’s halloween on christmas day 

in the land of make believe 

and there’s cocaine in my coffee cup 

i'm stuck here in my car 

and the miles and miles of streetlight rows

are drowning out the stars 

and i've been looking for a reason to get gone 

and go put on my winter jacket and move on 

i think its time for something better than this 

i think its time i got the hell out of los angeles 

the seattle skyline

alabama moonshine 

i don't need a new start just a little change of view  

i smell northern pine trees

carolina sea breeze 

just get me somewhere that’s far away from you 

i’m trying to quit 

i’m trying to leave it all behind 

it'll be better for my skin out of the sun

away from the endless strip of mini malls

that drop off in the sea 

and it’s halloween on christmas day 

in the land of make believe 

and there’s cocaine in my coffee cup 

i'm stuck here in my car 

and the miles and miles of streetlight rows

are drowning out the stars 

and i've been looking for a reason to get gone 

and go put on my winter jacket and move on 

i think its time for something better than this 

i think its time i got the hell out of los angeles