Lyrics

Button Pushers lyrics from the album AUTOMATICITY

DUST
Words & Music by Johnny Bliss

I’m made of dust, I’m made of dust, I’m at the whim of a breeze
A simple gust, a simple gust, would take me out to the seas beyond
And when I die I form a guy, and every moment he breathes
And when he dies, I come to life, congest the lungs of his youngest spawn

Up and down in the ground again, floating up through the clouds, unending cheer

Secret life deep in the world of the deepest kinds
Meant to be tangible, meant to shine
Subject to humanoid space and time

I’m made of sand, I’m made of sand, you put your hand in my face
I slip away I slip away with all the grace in the world too spare
I’m hard to hold I’m hot to touch, and I’m all over the place
I made of sand, I made of sand, I’m on dry land in this case and where

Up and down in the ground again…

Secret life deep in the world of the deepest kinds…

I’m made of stone, I made a stone, I walk alone in this world
World is me, the earth is me, and I can symbolize fortitude
I’m cold to touch, I’m smooth to hold, but not as smooth as a pearl
Scissors lose, to stones they lose, like old Goliath and other dudes

Up and down in the ground again…

Secret life deep in the world of the deepest kinds…

Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah….

ALL MY BEER
Words by Johnny Bliss and Jeremy Davidson
Music by Johnny Bliss

I’m not speaking you language anymore
I might fall down to the floor
I’ve been drinking for sure

I get so scared when she parties with me
I would give her all my beer for free
If I ain’t drunk it already

All those times I thought I’d be high and dry
It was you in whom I knew I’d confide
Right there you have been to pick me up when
All of my close friends have gone home

I couldn’t risk being myself for you
I would hold my breath till I turn blue
Before I’d let you see me through

All those times…

GREEN BUG
Words & Music by Johnny Bliss

Friend takes a sip of my drink, next day he’s not to be found
I hear he’s ill from the flu, contagious things spread around
Taking my temperature, hoping I won’t need a cure
‘Cause getting sick can get me down

Growing crawling through my veins, little green bug in a blue funk
He’s got me rolling retching in my bed, little green bug, in a blue funk
I’m taking aspirin to kill the pain, little green bug in a blue funk
He’s got me rolling retching in my bed, little green bug, in a blue funk

Feeling so good the next day, pick up the phone call my girl
Let’s go out let’s paint the town, it’s Friday night and I am cured
Just then she breaks the news, I must’ve given her the fly
‘Cause now she’s a sick puppy too

Growing crawling through my veins, little green bug in a blue funk…

WAITING
Words & Music by Johnny Bliss

I’ve been thinking ’bout another place where I can make her mine
I’ve been holdin’ out for outerspace where the stars converge her sign
And in the Virgo we can go to sleep and live next door to stars
I’ll sing a tune to the bluest moon, on my new guitar

I’ve been waiting for a long time…

Lovin’ it all of it, none of it makes me cry
I’m resting my bones in a patch of rye
For the kids in a suburban junior high
I’m a saint in their halls and one in their eyes
Ain’t one in mine

Tell me a story all about myself before I go to sleep
Make me 26 and cool as shit and pray my soul to keep
Let me save the day by getting out my rent check on time
And get the girl in the end when her friend gives me her phone number

I’ve been waiting for a long time….

MOPED WITH A GO-KART BODY
Words & Music by Johnny Bliss

Crusin’ bruisin’ and I got a full tank
I got a halfrack in the back but it’s already drank
I got the honey at home, she is waiting for me
I said sorry little baby but I got to be free
Gotta get downtown gotta go really fast
I like my go-cart and I want it to last

I got a moped with a go-kart body, moped with a go-cart body
I got a moped with a go-kart body, moped with a go-cart body

Hands down my pants and you want romance
I know you like me but I’m very sorry
You’re my sweet heart and I like you a lot
But you gotta make room for my go-go cart

I got a moped with a go-kart body…

Takin’ out traffic ’cause I don’t like to wait

I got a granny in a caddy and she’s makin’ me late
She’d better pull off the road ’cause I’m a mean tailgate
Cruising’ down State goin’ seventy-eight

Moped with a go-kart body…

AUTOMATICITY
Music by Johnny Bliss

ROUTINE
Words & Music by Johnny Bliss and Jeff Isoe

Feelin’ like bubble gum champagne
You’re ready to wear, ready to maintain
Conversation is such a waste of time
You’re lip-syncing to sugar-coated lines

You’re on my side completely
I’ve made up my routine
Pulling my hair out, right
It’s not always fair, not always right

The color that fits comes in shades of grey
I can’t call it quits, I cannot run away
I’m full-on aware as apprehension grows
You’re ready to wear, ready and set, go

You’re on my side completely…

EASY DOES IT
Words & Music by Johnny Bliss and Jeff Isoe

There’s a doorway in dim distance, you feel someone is giving you the eye
In the doorway leads to the darkness as you quietly pass on by
Dinah at the gates of Mount Vishnu, she waits there to hug and kiss you
In the face of these burning issues, in the states these fates enlist you

Systematic syndrome
Easy does it, all systems go
Internalizing and externalizing
These patterns of problems
Are somatizing

Vestal naive sweet ballerina on reprieve from state subpoena
Supinated by the sirens as she cleaves to my inner lions
In the alley there’s an actor screaming that the end is near
I tell him here’s a nickel, he said he just didn’t care

Systematic syndrome
Easy does it, all systems go
Internalizing and externalizing
These patterns of problems
I just don’t care

Easy does it does it
Don’t you love it, you still love it
Won’t you take a break and make time for me?
Easy, easy

In the window I saw a women
Asking me to come inside
I guess you’re no good looking lonely
I must be going on a ride

WHAT DOES THIS BUTTON DO?
Music by Johnny Bliss and Jeff Isoe

YOUR LUCKY FACE
Words & Music by Johnny Bliss

Girl, the Sun shines just for you, it sees your face and shines anew
Restore my hollow soul
Lays down overcoats across a puddle, thanks you back
For giving him the time of day

Your lucky face opens every door
Works just like a key, you’re perfectly proportional
Your eyes have found a secret (sees your face there)
Many seek it (sees your face there)
Not the least of all me

Basketcase work never stalls, it took eight weeks and several phone calls
To set your policy
Covers you wear it counts: legs and chest and lots of fingers
Your butt and breast but hears the ringer

Your lucky face…

Charmed life’s what people say, they see a million wishes granted
When they look your way
But our paths don’t collide, I’d meet you crossing one but I’d
Need another face

Your lucky face makes its world premiere
Critically acclaimed, shaped just like a teat
Shaped like a tear drop (sees your face there)
If the shoe drops (sees your face there)
It’s a change of career

Right on time….

HASENPFEFFER
Words & Music by Johnny Bliss

Put your piece of mind right there and set your feelings down
Hand me all your cares, you just got into town
Push back all your dates and make more space for time
Make more time for space, or space might fall behind

Betting blind, it’s your favorite game, you say you see a sign
Written in the strain of Andromeda you find
Nothing’s what it seems, it’s all up in your mind

Childhood days, you’d think you were speaking of a gilded age
I don’t know what it means but it seems all the rage
These people going crazy for their yesterdays

If the Sun comes up today, I swear I’ll get up too
If it starts to rain, I don’t know what to do
If the soup’s just right, just like the chair I’m in
Mama Bear don’t fight, just wrestle thumbs again

Betting blind….

PUSH TO EJECT
Music by Johnny Bliss and Jeff Isoe