WHEN THE RAINS CAME
Aaron Johnson's Last AlbumWHEN THE RAINS CAME
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When the Rains Came is an anthology of songs Aaron never got around to recording until now. The songs were composed during the 1970s and 1980s and for whatever reason, were not recorded or considered for the albums that would follow. Some of the songs were proposed for the Stiffwater project "When the Rains Come" which was abandoned for the much more ambitious Armageddon Gold in 1974. Half of the songs reflect the life and times of the Stiffwater band during the mid 70s. Lyrics have been modified to supply a fresh retrospective. Some of the songs were composed during the 70s or in the following decade. STIFFWATER DAZE, was composed and produced specifically for the release of this anthology in 2026.
As usual and appropriately, Aaron played all instruments, recorded and produced the album himself. All songs are composed by Aaron Johnson, with STIFFWATER DAZE using music composed in 1973 by Stiffwater band members Ken Herfert, Mike Kloepfer, Kevin Goates and David McKinnis. Blair Ashby provided mastering services in his final task in completing the AJP Project.
Aaron enjoyed recording these songs and bringing them to life, often wondering why he had not done so sooner. Aaron believes songs have their own term of existence, and come into being only at the right time. At the end of his career, it's appropriate that these songs come to life now, as most of them deal with that very subject, which is that all things end.
This web site provides the lyrics to follow along with as you listen to the album. A brief historical synopsis of each song is also provided for historical context, discussing the journey of the song from creation to fruition.
As usual and appropriately, Aaron played all instruments, recorded and produced the album himself. All songs are composed by Aaron Johnson, with STIFFWATER DAZE using music composed in 1973 by Stiffwater band members Ken Herfert, Mike Kloepfer, Kevin Goates and David McKinnis. Blair Ashby provided mastering services in his final task in completing the AJP Project.
Aaron enjoyed recording these songs and bringing them to life, often wondering why he had not done so sooner. Aaron believes songs have their own term of existence, and come into being only at the right time. At the end of his career, it's appropriate that these songs come to life now, as most of them deal with that very subject, which is that all things end.
This web site provides the lyrics to follow along with as you listen to the album. A brief historical synopsis of each song is also provided for historical context, discussing the journey of the song from creation to fruition.
THE LIGHT OF PROMISE
COMPOSED 1974, NEW LYRICS 2026THE LIGHT OF PROMISE
A lonely street lamp flickers on the corner in the night.Cold winter's stark blue bite of ice chilling the twilight.Casts its ray so lonely in its ghostly plight.A glimmer of hope shimmers in the darkness.
Sitting at the window gazing out into the snow,What happened to all the good days that we used to know?Where has all the love gone? Where do good folks go?Must we face the darkness on our own?
Gazing through a mirror darkly, the future appears bleak.The world goes on so therefore we must struggle for some peace.We know a new dawn's breaking, we should all choose to agreeBetter days await us on the road ahead.
The light shines in the darkness and it cannot be undone.If we had love once, we can have it again and better than before.What's done is done, time to move on with your cherished memories.Take courage now, brow to the plow, time to meet your destiny.
Have you seen the light of promise glowing in the night?Cold winter's stark blue bite of ice chilling the twilight.Casts its ray so lonely in its ghostly plight.A ray of hope that will not die shines on the corner.
Sitting at the window gazing out into the snow,What happened to all the good days that we used to know?Where has all the love gone? Where do good folks go?Must we face the darkness on our own?
Gazing through a mirror darkly, the future appears bleak.The world goes on so therefore we must struggle for some peace.We know a new dawn's breaking, we should all choose to agreeBetter days await us on the road ahead.
The light shines in the darkness and it cannot be undone.If we had love once, we can have it again and better than before.What's done is done, time to move on with your cherished memories.Take courage now, brow to the plow, time to meet your destiny.
Have you seen the light of promise glowing in the night?Cold winter's stark blue bite of ice chilling the twilight.Casts its ray so lonely in its ghostly plight.A ray of hope that will not die shines on the corner.
NOTES ON LIGHT OF PROMISE
NOTES ON LIGHT OF PROMISE
Originally titled "The Lights of Promise," the song dealt with loss and looking ahead with optimism to a better future. The lyrics went through numerous revisions over the years to narrow the song's perspective to the subject of optimism, hard work in the face of opposition and overcoming struggle, exemplified by the triumph of light over darkness, a basic universal and Biblical priciple. The lyrics remain ambiguous so listeners may draw their own conclusions and apply the words to their own lives. The song is arranged as it was always intended, starting off with Aaron's trademark multitracked harmony vocals and growing in power and scope to end with the assertive power of Aaron's guitars.
STIFFWATER DAZE
COMPOSED AND RECORDED 2026STIFFWATER DAZE
It's year 73 and we're already hot.Young teens form a band, and give it all they got.Play the Jamboree against 50 other bands.Win third place, become known throughout the land.Shady promoter insists we gotta go, set out on a tour and back up R.E.O.We don't fall for that scam, instead do something bold.Cast our fate to the wind, do Armageddon Gold.RCA likes us but they want all control,But we're broke and can't afford a studio.Five kids learnin' how to make a stand...Life and times of the Stiffwater Band.
We're the band in demand moving mountains of gear.Crowds go wild, we grow up fast, have no fear.At the wild parties got the groupies on their knees,They're willing to serve and eager to please.Show after show, incessant rains pour.Folks show up anyway, they're always screamin' for more.Police escort from Loveland 'cause our hair is too long.The things a band goes through just to play a song!Other bands see us comin', they say "not them again!"Blow everybody off the stage and we do it often.We've set our world topsy-turvy and ablaze...Life and times of the Stiffwater days.
Got a song on a local record spot. The Stiffwater band continues to be hot...
Then came the 80s and changes galore.Members move in and out like a revolving door.The boys are now men, enjoying much success.They are well-known rivals, outshining all the rest.Ten albums of recordings, a legacy unmatched:Firehouse 400, Cycle, Ruins and Spazz.Fifty years later, still hanging out in style,Recalling with some laughter all those times with a warm smile.This is my testament, my music started here,Set me on a journey, a long and blessed career.We were loud, invicible, it was fun, it was grand!Life and times of the Stiffwater band.
Life and times of the Stiffwater band.
We're the band in demand moving mountains of gear.Crowds go wild, we grow up fast, have no fear.At the wild parties got the groupies on their knees,They're willing to serve and eager to please.Show after show, incessant rains pour.Folks show up anyway, they're always screamin' for more.Police escort from Loveland 'cause our hair is too long.The things a band goes through just to play a song!Other bands see us comin', they say "not them again!"Blow everybody off the stage and we do it often.We've set our world topsy-turvy and ablaze...Life and times of the Stiffwater days.
Got a song on a local record spot. The Stiffwater band continues to be hot...
Then came the 80s and changes galore.Members move in and out like a revolving door.The boys are now men, enjoying much success.They are well-known rivals, outshining all the rest.Ten albums of recordings, a legacy unmatched:Firehouse 400, Cycle, Ruins and Spazz.Fifty years later, still hanging out in style,Recalling with some laughter all those times with a warm smile.This is my testament, my music started here,Set me on a journey, a long and blessed career.We were loud, invicible, it was fun, it was grand!Life and times of the Stiffwater band.
Life and times of the Stiffwater band.
NOTES ON STIFFWATER DAZE
NOTES ON STIFFWATER DAZE
This song was composed in 2026 specifically for this album. The music is from the earliest original music composed by Stiffwater for two projects. "Combination Salad" (the band's first recording) provides the main motifs of the song, including for Aaron's narration. Originally intended for the abandoned "When The Rains Come" project, the instrumental "Stiffwater Quintology" also makes an appearance, along with David McKinnis' song "Fool" (composed in 1974) which won the band an entry on a locally produced LP of Denver area bands in the early 80s. To perform difficult Jethro Tull material, McKinnis played the flute in Stffwater in the late 70s, and the steel drum section recalls Ken Herfert's steel drum appearing on Armageddon Gold as well as live performances. The Maxikorg K3 synthesizer, purchased in 1975 and used throughout Stiffwater's and Aaron's careers is featured, particularly on Verse 3 since synth use was prominent during the 1980s. That same synthesizer appears on this track over 50 years later. As an homage, these instruments make an appearance here.
MOTHER MANDY, MARY JANE
COMPOSED 1973, LYRICS REVISED 2026MOTHER MANDY, MARY JANE
I was only sixteen when I met my queen, but things ain't quite all the same.Her name is Mandy, she's real dandy, but for trouble I'll have to blame,She has a friend named Mary Jane who I'd never, never see.Lo and behold I've been told and I know who she might be.
Mother Mandy, you're talkin' to me but you know I know her name:Mary Jane! You thought you had me fooled but don't you try it again.
She smelled as sweet as a poppy field when we ran full steam ahead.Mary Jane was in her eyes, in her hands and in her bed.Here and there and everywhere, even under her bra.There's no need to hide the weed, I guess it's just a charming flaw.
Mother Mandy, you're talkin' to me but you know I know her name:Mary Jane! You thought you had me fooled but don't you try it again.
Mother Mandy, you're talkin' to me but you know I know her name:Yeah! Mary Jane! You thought you had me fooled but don't you try it again.
Now I'm nineteen and I love my queen, but she can be a precocious child.My Miss Mandy is sweet as candy but Mary Jane can drive her wild.Mary Jane makes Mandy fun but it seems like we're never alone.I suppose that's the way things go, my Mandy loves to be stoned.
Mother Mandy, you're talkin' to me but you know I know her name:Mary Jane! You thought you had me fooled but don't you try it again.
Mother Mandy, you're talkin' to me but you know I know her name:Mary Jane! You thought you had me fooled but don't you try it again.
She smelled as sweet as a poppy field when we ran full steam ahead.Mary Jane was in her eyes, in her hands and in her bed.Here and there and everywhere, even under her bra.There's no need to hide the weed, I guess it's just a charming flaw.
Mother Mandy, you're talkin' to me but you know I know her name:Mary Jane! You thought you had me fooled but don't you try it again.
Mother Mandy, you're talkin' to me but you know I know her name:Yeah! Mary Jane! You thought you had me fooled but don't you try it again.
Now I'm nineteen and I love my queen, but she can be a precocious child.My Miss Mandy is sweet as candy but Mary Jane can drive her wild.Mary Jane makes Mandy fun but it seems like we're never alone.I suppose that's the way things go, my Mandy loves to be stoned.
Mother Mandy, you're talkin' to me but you know I know her name:Mary Jane! You thought you had me fooled but don't you try it again.
NOTES ON MOTHER MANDY, MARY JANE
NOTES ON MOTHER MANDY, MARY JANE
The reference to cannabis as the code word "Mary Jane" provided this play on words back in the less promiscuous 1970s when smoking pot was still a serious infraction of the law. Referring to it as a character with improper influence to explain Mandy's erratic behavior was a joke the words then and now attempt to convey. Stiffwater drummer Ken Herfert did indeed have a girlfriend named Mandy Wykoff (pictured left with Aaron in 1973) who would occasionally get her hands on some pot, but the similarities between the song and reality end there. The song is playful conjecture and in no way reflects the real people or actual events. The lyrics were refined in 2026 from the more crass references of 1973, and the lyrical passage of time adds more to the story.
This song was one of Aaron's earliest progressive rock influenced compositions enthusiastically performed by Stiffwater. It was a well-known highlight of their live shows and was part of the original When The Rains Come project. Its inclusion on this album finally gives the song its intended due. Aaron was playing mandolin and banjo back in the 70s, but including them in a loud rock and roll band was technologically impractical in 1974, so he played the parts on the electric guitar. The addition of the horn section is a 2026 idea that would have been appropriate in the 1970s as well.
This song was one of Aaron's earliest progressive rock influenced compositions enthusiastically performed by Stiffwater. It was a well-known highlight of their live shows and was part of the original When The Rains Come project. Its inclusion on this album finally gives the song its intended due. Aaron was playing mandolin and banjo back in the 70s, but including them in a loud rock and roll band was technologically impractical in 1974, so he played the parts on the electric guitar. The addition of the horn section is a 2026 idea that would have been appropriate in the 1970s as well.
HIGHWAY 26
COMPOSED 1973, LYRICS REVISED 2026HIGHWAY 26
Going down Highway 26, it's life you can say.You can really feel great out here, enjoy your entire day.
Mountains, valleys, prairies and more, it's all yours if you open the door.We're out in the boondocks, we're out in the sticks,Goin' down Highway 26.
To the end - we will go - we travel - on life's road.Na na na - na na na - -na na na - -na na na
Fresh air, freedom seems free, love thrives in our hearts.Progress stomps out paradise, realize right from the start
Business, houses, museums and more, the highway ends at a dinosaur.We're not in the boondocks, we're not in the sticks,Crawlin down Highway 26.
Through our lives - we will go - we travel - on life's roadNa na na - na na na - -na na na - -na na na
No more space, freedom's not free, a price must be paid.So goes progress, so goes life, so goes the modern age.
Red Rocks concerts and traffic jams, noise pollution and locked up land.No longer the boondocks, no longer the sticks,So ends Highway 26.
So life goes as we go at the end of the road.Na na na - na na na - -na na na - -na na na
Mountains, valleys, prairies and more, it's all yours if you open the door.We're out in the boondocks, we're out in the sticks,Goin' down Highway 26.
To the end - we will go - we travel - on life's road.Na na na - na na na - -na na na - -na na na
Fresh air, freedom seems free, love thrives in our hearts.Progress stomps out paradise, realize right from the start
Business, houses, museums and more, the highway ends at a dinosaur.We're not in the boondocks, we're not in the sticks,Crawlin down Highway 26.
Through our lives - we will go - we travel - on life's roadNa na na - na na na - -na na na - -na na na
No more space, freedom's not free, a price must be paid.So goes progress, so goes life, so goes the modern age.
Red Rocks concerts and traffic jams, noise pollution and locked up land.No longer the boondocks, no longer the sticks,So ends Highway 26.
So life goes as we go at the end of the road.Na na na - na na na - -na na na - -na na na
NOTES ON HIGHWAY 26
NOTES ON HIGHWAY 26
Composed in 1973 alongside "Mother Mandy, Mary Jane" and intended for inclusion on When the Rains Come, this progressive rock monstrosity was the type of thing Stiffwater was legendary for. The elaborate arrangement loses nothing in this studio rendition which is long overdue. The intricate instrumental section has been expanded to fulfill the original vision of many instruments, everything short of the kitchen sink, being used to bemoan progress trampling the natural world Stiffwater grew up in. The perspective of decades is now present in the lyrics, depicting the real fate of the highway, which was later retired to just being a city road. Once providing access to open spaces, the road does indeed end at a dinosaur museum and is surrounded by all the landmarks of progress: buildings, highways and locked up land, with the precious open space of Green Mountain bordering the north side of the road. The rewritten lyrics compares the course of our lives and the road's fate, which awaits us all.
This song required the most attention, spanning several months of recording, arranging and repeated mixing sessions. It features what is perhaps one of Aaron's most challenging bass playing performances along with his command of a myriad of instruments. Great care was invested in respecting Ken Herfert's original performance on this song and Mother Mandy, Mary Jane, as well as other parts performed by the band.
This song required the most attention, spanning several months of recording, arranging and repeated mixing sessions. It features what is perhaps one of Aaron's most challenging bass playing performances along with his command of a myriad of instruments. Great care was invested in respecting Ken Herfert's original performance on this song and Mother Mandy, Mary Jane, as well as other parts performed by the band.
SOMEONE ON GREEN MOUNTAIN
COMPOSED 1977, LYRICS REVISED 2026SOMEONE ON GREEN MOUNTAIN
So there's someone on Green MountainDidn't know who he was or why he was here.And that someone on Green MountainBuilt his dreams around a world of clay.He dreamed of the past and hoped that it would last,And the future would be the same.And he dreamed of becoming a star on TV and on the stageAnd he sits atop Green Mountain.
So there he laid alone in the grass,Dreaming of things to be, a deluded visionary.A big rock star with women and fame.Who will play the game? Who would want him to win?Where can he begin? Where can he really go?Do we want to stop the showAs it unfolds before his eyes and makes him realizeThat what he dreams is not how it goes.
And it was, and it is, and it will be...
He may tell you of his daysA dreaming fool high on the hill and that his sound remains there stillAmong the closest of friends.They thought it would never end 'till they came to the end of the road.He recalls awakening, older, wiser, deciding,Choosing what's real over fantasy.The path is so obvious ow, he understands and accepts howThat what was once will never be.
And it was, and it is, and it will be....so.
So there he laid alone in the grass,Dreaming of things to be, a deluded visionary.A big rock star with women and fame.Who will play the game? Who would want him to win?Where can he begin? Where can he really go?Do we want to stop the showAs it unfolds before his eyes and makes him realizeThat what he dreams is not how it goes.
And it was, and it is, and it will be...
He may tell you of his daysA dreaming fool high on the hill and that his sound remains there stillAmong the closest of friends.They thought it would never end 'till they came to the end of the road.He recalls awakening, older, wiser, deciding,Choosing what's real over fantasy.The path is so obvious ow, he understands and accepts howThat what was once will never be.
And it was, and it is, and it will be....so.
NOTES ON SOMEONE ON GREEN MOUNTAIN
NOTES ON SOMEONE ON GREEN MOUNTAIN
Composed in the mid 70s, an honest introspection fostered the composition of this song. That intent was preserved with a refinement of the lyrics in 2026. When the song was composed, Aaron realized the reality of his situation. If he was going to make music his way without the influence and corruption of the music industry, he would have to be "his own record company," (commonly known today as self-publishing). The allure and trappings of stardom would not be in the picture at all. Thus began the arduous pursuit of his music career on his own terms, remaining rooted in the reality of daily life as opposed to the fairy tale existence of being a rock star. Looking back, Aaron has no regrets and is completely happy with the course his life and music have taken. His moniker up to that time, AJP, would become his trademark going forward.
PAPER DOLL
COMPOSED 1975, LYRICS REVISED 2026PAPER DOLL
Can't think of words to say, you don't hear me call.As I move for your attention, I'm just a paper doll.I want you, I'd tell you, but I'd just lose my mind.You're clueless, I'm speechless.This paper doll just stands in line.
Why do I feel this way? Your careless words cut me to shreds.Your short skirt flutters in the breeze and I lose my mind instead.I see you, approach you, per chance to meet in the hall.You're clueless, I'm desperate.Can you love this paper doll?
I'd tell you I love you, it's never the right time.My secret is desperate.
It's a matter of chance, love requires risk.Despite embarrassment, I'm hopelessly lovesick.I'd tell you I love you, it's never the right time.My secret is desperate...A paper doll must stand in line.
Why do I feel this way? Your careless words cut me to shreds.Your short skirt flutters in the breeze and I lose my mind instead.I see you, approach you, per chance to meet in the hall.You're clueless, I'm desperate.Can you love this paper doll?
I'd tell you I love you, it's never the right time.My secret is desperate.
It's a matter of chance, love requires risk.Despite embarrassment, I'm hopelessly lovesick.I'd tell you I love you, it's never the right time.My secret is desperate...A paper doll must stand in line.
NOTES ON PAPER DOLL
NOTES ON PAPER DOLL
Composed in 1975, the lyrics have stood the test of time, needing only fine tuning in 2026. The angst and emotional pain of a crush in high school has been the fodder of many songs, but maybe not as heart wrenching as in this arrangement. The feelings evoked by Aaron's slide guitar work aptly illustrate the uncertainty and emotional turmoil young boys go through. Being a teenager is a brutal rite of passage for kids, with the girls maturing faster and usually having the upper hand in speculative relationships at such a young age.
ALONE AGAIN
COMPOSED 1975, LYRICS REVISED 2026ALONE AGAIN
Alone again, and winter is just around the bend.How will I know I'll survive again?I've gone on ahead before throughout the storm.I've always managed to stay warmBut cold winds now blow at my door.
Return again-reruns in my mind how it should have beenFor days of winter that will soon begin.I remember yesterdays not long agoThe time of love in the springAnd the joy in my life it would bring.
Alone again, she chose another young man instead.Winter takes her I'm alone in bed thinkingMaybe next year I will go through the springWithout any lover at allAnd find my true love in the fall.
Return again-reruns in my mind how it should have beenFor days of winter that will soon begin.I remember yesterdays not long agoThe time of love in the springAnd the joy in my life it would bring.
Alone again, she chose another young man instead.Winter takes her I'm alone in bed thinkingMaybe next year I will go through the springWithout any lover at allAnd find my true love in the fall.
NOTES ON ALONE AGAIN
NOTES ON ALONE AGAIN
Other than a few interchanged words, this song is presented as has always been intended. Acoustic guitars, bass, light drum work and emotional harmony vocals. Another relationship song, this fellow in his grief thinks starting a new relationship in the fall is the ticket out of his misery. The beauty of the melody belies the selfish nature of the individual whose only interest is quenching his feelings of loneliness. Such is the nature of temporary relationships among young people who still need to reign in their hormones.
A SONG FOR FRIENDS
COMPOSED 1976, MINOR LYRIC CHANGES 2026A SONG FOR FRIENDS
As I sit on this winter night remembering the good ol' days,I'm so amazed that she once loved me.It seems that in a short time we loved each other so.Touching, loving and letting go.
The rain would pour, I would shelter her, she'd embrace me so close.It was love and it was good.Two hearts beating for each otherTouched within the soul.
Do you remember my friends steaming windows in the night?Summer rains bombard your face as you play.Whatever happened to those days? Kinda makes you blue.Those days of lost innocence were so true.
On summer nights we huddled close on a trip through the mountains.It was love and it was so good.A flower blooming in the windOnly to be blown away.
It seems that in a short time we loved each other so.Touching, loving amnd leting go.As I sit on this winter night, remembering the good ol' days,I'm so amazed that she once loved me.
The rain would pour, I would shelter her, she'd embrace me so close.It was love and it was good.Two hearts beating for each otherTouched within the soul.
Do you remember my friends steaming windows in the night?Summer rains bombard your face as you play.Whatever happened to those days? Kinda makes you blue.Those days of lost innocence were so true.
On summer nights we huddled close on a trip through the mountains.It was love and it was so good.A flower blooming in the windOnly to be blown away.
It seems that in a short time we loved each other so.Touching, loving amnd leting go.As I sit on this winter night, remembering the good ol' days,I'm so amazed that she once loved me.
NOTES ON A SONG FOR FRIENDS
NOTES ON A SONG FOR FRIENDS
Another relational tome composed for friends going through similar circumstances, the song remains a timeless testament to the predictable conventions of youthful relationships, remembered with fondness. The time of young love is often recalled in times of reflection, such as staring out a window on a winter night. The song was written in such circumstances, albeit by a young man that had already had all kinds of relationships in his rocking and rolling world, but still had much to experience and learn. Always a favorite to play live, the tune features Aaron's trademark picking style on the acoustic guitars with a sparse but earnest vocal performance.
OLD FOLKS REUNION
COMPOSED 1977, LYRICS UPDATED AND AMENDED 2026OLD FOLKS REUNION
Holy cow! It's good to see you back in town old friend!Tell me what you've been doing all this time!Do you have a wife and kids, got a job and married life?Or are you stayin' smart and single for a while?As for me I've gone through my share of ups and downs.Life can throw so many twists and turns.You could say I've done alright with all things considered.I've seen success and I've certainly been burned.
Lots of water and debris have passed under my bridgeAnd I've lost track of those who've gone away.I've fallen out of touch, it gets harder to keep up.Time is moving faster every day.
Let's have a drink and trade stories about our aches and pains.Technology has left me in the dust.My memory is not as sharp as it used to be.Today's fast pace for me is just a bust.Concerning trends and fashion, I just don't give a hoot.My socks are white and my hair is falling out.I speak my mind and I don't are who I might offend.Let the bleeding hearts cry and scream and pout.
I guess I must confess that I'm more grumpy every year.In my old age my tolerance is thin.Young folks today are full of shit, their eyes are turnin' brown.Ain't no way I'm gonna let the bastards win!
Not a chance in hell I'm giving in to this crazy world!Leave me behind, I'm happy where I'm at.It's all one huge conspiracy, they're hiding men from Mars.Hey do you think I look good in this cowboy hat?That's quite the ring in your nose, man that must have hurt!Is that Lady Gaga tattooed on your arm?I'm sad to hear you're unemployed and on the gravy train.I suppose your long black nails might cause me harm.
Hey wait a minute! Why are you taking off s soon?We've just begun to share and reminisce!As you're dashing out the door I see your hair is dyed bright green.Sometimes old friends never make a bit of sense.Whoa...Sometimes old friends never make a bit of sense.Whoa...Sometimes old friends never make a bit of sense.Whoa...Sometimes old friends never make a bit of sense!
Lots of water and debris have passed under my bridgeAnd I've lost track of those who've gone away.I've fallen out of touch, it gets harder to keep up.Time is moving faster every day.
Let's have a drink and trade stories about our aches and pains.Technology has left me in the dust.My memory is not as sharp as it used to be.Today's fast pace for me is just a bust.Concerning trends and fashion, I just don't give a hoot.My socks are white and my hair is falling out.I speak my mind and I don't are who I might offend.Let the bleeding hearts cry and scream and pout.
I guess I must confess that I'm more grumpy every year.In my old age my tolerance is thin.Young folks today are full of shit, their eyes are turnin' brown.Ain't no way I'm gonna let the bastards win!
Not a chance in hell I'm giving in to this crazy world!Leave me behind, I'm happy where I'm at.It's all one huge conspiracy, they're hiding men from Mars.Hey do you think I look good in this cowboy hat?That's quite the ring in your nose, man that must have hurt!Is that Lady Gaga tattooed on your arm?I'm sad to hear you're unemployed and on the gravy train.I suppose your long black nails might cause me harm.
Hey wait a minute! Why are you taking off s soon?We've just begun to share and reminisce!As you're dashing out the door I see your hair is dyed bright green.Sometimes old friends never make a bit of sense.Whoa...Sometimes old friends never make a bit of sense.Whoa...Sometimes old friends never make a bit of sense.Whoa...Sometimes old friends never make a bit of sense!
NOTES ON OLD FOLKS REUNION
NOTES ON OLD FOLKS REUNION
Originally composed to illustrate two old friends meeting at a high school reunion, the dated concept was replaced with two old folks in late adulthood reuniting under comical circumstances. Cultural differences are brought to the fore to reflect today's fragmented and divided society in light hearted fashion. The conservative does all of the singing here, oblivious to their own lack of understanding and empathy, which is reflected equally in the response of their liberal friend that has apparently undergone significant life changes over the years. The song aptly illustrates the tragedy of today's divided society while firmly planting the tongue in one's cheek with a grin. The arrangement is as originally intended, with the sax, trombone and trumpet added for a Herb Alpert/Tijuana Brass type of feel.
SOMETIME SOON A CHRISTMAS SONG
COMPOSED 1977, NO LYRICAL CHANGESSOMETIME SOON A CHRISTMAS SONG
It's that time of year again, the lights are all aglow.Children anxious for new toys, sweet smell of mistletoe.Joyful choirs sing their songs, the bells ring as before.Stockings' Santa, Christmas tree, the wreath upon the door.Celebrate the new year with some booze and your best friendsForget your problems, tears subside and let us just pretend.
Everyone gets a new prize and a pat on the back.Congratulations businessman, more profit in the sack.Round the world goes this great hope of peace upon this earth.Wars are fought and people starve, we've spoiled what we're worth.We seem to take our heritage and purpose for granted.Let's give thanks for who we are, our pain is well-deserved.
It's that time of year again, you can be glad aboutBeing thankful for what you have, no need to shout it out.As we suff our fat faces and waste another year,Oblivion beckons us toward another case of beer.In our bliss let's not forget the meaning of these ways.The Son of Man and the grace of God have given us this day.
So don't throw it away. Remember while you may.While peace still has the say, before we're blown away...
If we're not careful...sometime soon...Sometime soon...There will be no more Christmas day.
Everyone gets a new prize and a pat on the back.Congratulations businessman, more profit in the sack.Round the world goes this great hope of peace upon this earth.Wars are fought and people starve, we've spoiled what we're worth.We seem to take our heritage and purpose for granted.Let's give thanks for who we are, our pain is well-deserved.
It's that time of year again, you can be glad aboutBeing thankful for what you have, no need to shout it out.As we suff our fat faces and waste another year,Oblivion beckons us toward another case of beer.In our bliss let's not forget the meaning of these ways.The Son of Man and the grace of God have given us this day.
So don't throw it away. Remember while you may.While peace still has the say, before we're blown away...
If we're not careful...sometime soon...Sometime soon...There will be no more Christmas day.
NOTES ON SOMETIME SOON
NOTES ON SOMETIME SOON
Inspired and influenced by mentors Jethro Tull and Emerson, Lake and Palmer, Aaron composed this song in response to the increased commercialization of Christmas. The cynical and disillusined lyrics are presented as written in 1977. The song would be routinely played live during the season, but to have it realized fully in this recording is a blessing. While performed on acoustic guitar, the song was intended for harpsicord, which is the case here.
COMING HOME
COMPOSED 1982, LYRICS REVISED 2026COMING HOME
You've been gone now for quite some time, I'm told it will soon be my turn.I look forward to seeing you again and I ask "what have I learned?"Been a lot on my mind, I'm leavin' behind this life I have no part of.It's a matter of time, we'll soon reunite. Who knows? It could be tonight!
Comin' home. Comin' home.
I have missed you, I long to gaze into your lovely eyes once again.It's been lonely being on my own but the future is good in the end.I manage to cope, we have assured hope, we both have a common friend.We're blessed from above, we know Yeshua. So this song to you I send.
Comin' home. Comin' home.
We shared our lives as husband and wifeBut you were the first to take your leave.Away you flew, but I'm joining you soon.We'll be together eternally!
Comin' home. Comin' home.Comin' home. Comin' home.
Comin' home. Comin' home.
I have missed you, I long to gaze into your lovely eyes once again.It's been lonely being on my own but the future is good in the end.I manage to cope, we have assured hope, we both have a common friend.We're blessed from above, we know Yeshua. So this song to you I send.
Comin' home. Comin' home.
We shared our lives as husband and wifeBut you were the first to take your leave.Away you flew, but I'm joining you soon.We'll be together eternally!
Comin' home. Comin' home.Comin' home. Comin' home.
NOTES ON COMING HOME
NOTES ON COMING HOME
Originally written about a man returning home after travelling abroad, reuniting with family, friends and perhaps a lost love, the song was repurposed in 2026 to tackle a difficult topic. It's a bold step. Few songs address this situation that for obvious reasons is prominent among seniors. Being a senior himself, Aaron has seen this situation play out among his friends, parents and in-laws over the years, and as he ages, it is witnessed more often. Reflecting Aaron's spiritual beliefs, this song, with its simple arrangement, will hopefully have a positive effect on those who hear it.
I'M GONNA CRUISE
COMPOSED 1981, MINOR REVISION TO LYRICS 2026I'M GONNA CRUISE
Well I stagger in to work about 8 o'clock, the boss says "bub go out and sweep the dock."So I drag my tired body on down the hall, wonder what the hell I'm doin' here at all.
I decide to blow work off the rest of the day. You only live once so go all the way.Punch my time card out at a quarter 'till nine, grab the fishin' pole and some beer-The whole day is mine!
Gonna cruiseGonna cruiseI'm gonna cruise-Time is on my side I got nothin' to lose-
Well my boss informed me that I got my ass fired. I sure don't care 'cause I'll be rehired.All that matters to me is an easy day, won't work my ass off but want plenty of pay.
Nothin' better than a smooth cruise in the car,Truckin' down the highway like a rock'n'roll star.Got my sweet little lady and my old guitar.Look out for me cause I'll go real far.
What I love to do is play my cards all day, drink my iced tea, throw my money away.I wouldn't walk a mile in anyone's shoes if it's too much like havin' to pay my dues.
Gonna cruiseI'm gonna cruiseI'm gonna cruise-Time is on my side I got nothin' to lose-well....yeah! Hey! Yeah! Let's boogie!
Nothin' better than a long cruise in the car,Truckin' down the highway like a rock'n'roll star.Got my sweet little lady and my old guitar.Look out for me cause I'll go real far.
What I love to do is play my cards all day, drink my iced tea, throw my money away.I wouldn't walk a mile in anyone's shoes if it's too much like havin' to pay my dues.
Gonna cruiseI'm gonna cruiseGonna cruise-Time is on my side I got nothin' to lose-
Gonna cruiseI'm gonna cruiseGonna cruise-Time is on my side I got nothin' to lose-
Gonna cruiseI'm-a-gonna cruiseI'm gonna cruise-Time is on my side I got nothin' to lose-oh yeah! Cruise!
I decide to blow work off the rest of the day. You only live once so go all the way.Punch my time card out at a quarter 'till nine, grab the fishin' pole and some beer-The whole day is mine!
Gonna cruiseGonna cruiseI'm gonna cruise-Time is on my side I got nothin' to lose-
Well my boss informed me that I got my ass fired. I sure don't care 'cause I'll be rehired.All that matters to me is an easy day, won't work my ass off but want plenty of pay.
Nothin' better than a smooth cruise in the car,Truckin' down the highway like a rock'n'roll star.Got my sweet little lady and my old guitar.Look out for me cause I'll go real far.
What I love to do is play my cards all day, drink my iced tea, throw my money away.I wouldn't walk a mile in anyone's shoes if it's too much like havin' to pay my dues.
Gonna cruiseI'm gonna cruiseI'm gonna cruise-Time is on my side I got nothin' to lose-well....yeah! Hey! Yeah! Let's boogie!
Nothin' better than a long cruise in the car,Truckin' down the highway like a rock'n'roll star.Got my sweet little lady and my old guitar.Look out for me cause I'll go real far.
What I love to do is play my cards all day, drink my iced tea, throw my money away.I wouldn't walk a mile in anyone's shoes if it's too much like havin' to pay my dues.
Gonna cruiseI'm gonna cruiseGonna cruise-Time is on my side I got nothin' to lose-
Gonna cruiseI'm gonna cruiseGonna cruise-Time is on my side I got nothin' to lose-
Gonna cruiseI'm-a-gonna cruiseI'm gonna cruise-Time is on my side I got nothin' to lose-oh yeah! Cruise!
NOTES ON I'M GONNA CRUISE
NOTES ON I'M GONNA CRUISE
Aaron knew a co-worker with a relaxed, devil-may-care attitude that was an irresistable inspiration for this song. The lyrics accurately illustrate the gentleman's attitude on life and he was a source of continual laughter. Aaron worked hard on this tune to be certain the music reflected his co-worker's attitude and perspective on life. Whenever played live, it would put a smile on people's faces or even cause a chuckle. A blues-rock number embellished with a horn section fulfilled the requirement, along with a ragtime piano, smoking banjo, and a fiery lead guitar. It was extra rewarding to see this song finally arrive in its glorious existence.
THE FIELD
COMPOSED 1976, LYRICS UPDATED 2025THE FIELD
Standing here out in the field, my heart yearns for the golden days.Good friendships and simple times are memories in time's haze.The march of progress has plowed under the world I knew and once thrived in.There will not be such a time like that, no, not again
Traffic, crowding, social decay and high tech bring the fall of man.I put the phone down on the charger, escape the madness when I can.For some peace drive ever further to the wilds, it's all I've got.The field we made love in the Rambler is a run-down mall and a parking lot.
Where it stands I cannot say, we're dancing on a slippery slope.Better angels of our nature, faith in God gives me some hope.From the field I want to cry out with a righteous tear.Once upon a time is gone...but I'm still here.
Traffic, crowding, social decay and high tech bring the fall of man.I put the phone down on the charger, escape the madness when I can.For some peace drive ever further to the wilds, it's all I've got.The field we made love in the Rambler is a run-down mall and a parking lot.
Where it stands I cannot say, we're dancing on a slippery slope.Better angels of our nature, faith in God gives me some hope.From the field I want to cry out with a righteous tear.Once upon a time is gone...but I'm still here.
NOTES ON THE FIELD
NOTES ON THE FIELD
The original lyrics were lost and had to be written again, some from memory, others changed to update the context of the song. Originally longing for a charmed past to return, like Highway 26, the song now bemoans the march of progress, painfully amplifying the feelings of a past long consigned to a failing memory. This is one of Aaron's favorite songs, which illustrates the longing everyone experiences in their lives from time to time, when reminiscing about the life and loves they once had, and how it will never be that way again. The song was arranged as it has always been envisioned. It came together flawlessly, causing Aaron to wonder why he had not recorded it earlier. The life of every song starts and ends at its appointed time, and for The Field, there has been no better time than now.
WHEN THE RAINS CAME
COMPOSED 1977, LYRICS UPDATED 2025WHEN THE RAINS CAME
Cold, so cold and gloomy, a night more lively than the day.The rain was always falling with winter surely on its way.And the bite of frost rode on the autumn air.
Grimey bars and dark dance halls, one-night stands and parties so wild.Times of innocence lost. Smokin', drinkin', chasin' the latest style.Creatures of the night paid a dollar for a song.
Warm, so warm and cozy with a groupie you hardly even knew.Discovery, no responsibility. Suddenly, away she flew.
Cold, so cold and foggy, dark enough that we could not seeAll the rain still to come. Those days are washed away to memories.Sometimes I wish I was back there again...Sometimes I wish I was back there again...Sometimes I wish I was back there...again...
Grimey bars and dark dance halls, one-night stands and parties so wild.Times of innocence lost. Smokin', drinkin', chasin' the latest style.Creatures of the night paid a dollar for a song.
Warm, so warm and cozy with a groupie you hardly even knew.Discovery, no responsibility. Suddenly, away she flew.
Cold, so cold and foggy, dark enough that we could not seeAll the rain still to come. Those days are washed away to memories.Sometimes I wish I was back there again...Sometimes I wish I was back there again...Sometimes I wish I was back there...again...
NOTES ON WHEN THE RAINS CAME
NOTES ON WHEN THE RAINS CAME
Composed years after the original "When the Rains Come" album had been abandoned, it was an homage to the concept. The lyrics reminisce once again about that special time in Aaron's life. He would often play it live when recalling stories of his days with Stiffwater and beyond. The reference to venues Stiffwater would play, the wild parties, lost innocence, imbibing, the temporary nature of relationships, hooking up with no responsibility are all addressed in this swift statement. The period was marked with lots of thunderstorms, thus the name of the song and this album, and an appropriate song to close out Aaron's final recording effort.
THE AJP PROJECT
THE AJP PROJECT
The AJP Project is an ongoing effort to release all of Aaron Johnson's music in today's digital age while simultaneously educating supporters past and future on the issues of Artificial Intelligence (AI) and how it is fundamentally changing the music industry, and to foster support of local musicians and live music. The project's charter encourages folks to put down their phones, get away from their screens and listen to music again, and do so with friends and loved ones. This practice, dating back to the 1970s, is a great way to relax, it's good for you and strengthens social bonds through a shared experience of taking a musical journey together. Try it! Discover what you've been missing!
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