Johnny Colt from Death & Transfiguration by Gus Englehorn

Johnny Colt's arms rest folded tight across his chest lips blue and he doesn't move

Another one gone last night who didn't put up much a fight
Well that's the price you pay for being cool

And everyone that knew him they only thought they knew him
But no one really ever had a clue

So Johnny Colt's arms rest folded tight across his chest lips blue and he doesn't move

He crawled out of his own skin
Said he been in there for a long time
Said he was so glad
Just to see the sun

Johnny Colt's arms rest folded tight across his chest lips blue and he doesn't move

Thin they called him matchstick boy, played with him like a toy
They found out no one really is immune

And everyone that knew him they only thought they knew him
But he was only ever passing through through

So Johnny Colt's arms rest folded tight across his chest lips blue and he doesn't move

He crawled out of his own skin
Said he been in there for a long time
Said he was so glad
Just to see the sun he said

Everywhere I'll hear the sound
Rotten peaches
Rotting on the ground
I’ll sit and stare at them all afternoon
The constellation forms a question, an idea of heaven

Just to see the sun
Just to see the sun
Just to see the sun

• Rock
• avant-pop
• singer-songwriter
• surreal garage pop
• Wailuku