Uploaded July 2025 | Updated September 2026, 2 weeks ago

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Dean Johnson - Death of the Party
from I Hope We Can Still Be Friends
Order: deanjohnson.scfm.me/friends

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CREDITS
Produced by Sera Cahoone
Recorded by Nich Wilbur and Johnny Sangster at Unknown Studio
Mixed by Johnny Sangster at Crackle & Pop
Mastered by Ed Brooks and Rachel Field at Resonant Mastering
Composed by Dean Johnson
Lyrics by Dean Johnson

Dean Johnson - Lead Vocals, Electric Guitar, Acoustic Guitar
Sera Cahoone - Vocals, Drums, Percussion
Abbey Blackwell - Bass Guitar
Sam Peterson - Hammond Organ, Mellotron, Baritone Guitar

LYRICS
Words don’t come easily to me
I notice you don’t have that problem
It sounds to me you cannot stop them
I’m polite, I look you in the eye
And take the wind that never ever dies
Blowing out your contradictions
You’re the hero and eternal victim
So it all comes down to you
The earth, the stars, the sun and moon
Two good ears, one on either side your head
I notice you don’t care to use them
I said I notice that you never use them
Someone’s got a story they begin to tell
You got to take a stand if it’s going over well
You cut them off and it’s forgotten
Buddy, you can always top them
Your pride in knowing everything
Don’t it come with a little sting?
Loneliness
Eventually, every room you clear
With all that noise to prove that you are here
A silent spell, it’s your biggest fear
If it ever comes, you might disappear
Don’t you know you have it backwards?
But in the distance, you’re just talking faster
Don’t you know you’re just a bag of wind?
Shut your mouth and maybe make a friend
Will you ever hear our collective groan?
And realize why you’re all alone...
Why no one answers when you phone?
Even Father McKenzie’s going home

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