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Jack Johnson: On and On

 A l b u m   D e t a i l s


Label: The Moonshine Conspiracy Records
Released: 2003.05.06
Time:
 44:04
Category: Pop/Rock
Producer(s): See Artists ...
Rating: *****..... (5/10)
Media type: CD
Web address: www.jackjohnsonmusic.com
Appears with:
Purchase date: 1998
Price in €: 7,99



 S o n g s ,   T r a c k s


[1] Times Like These (J.Johnson) - 2:22
[2] The Horizon Has Been Defeated (J.Johnson) - 2:33
[3] Traffic in the Sky (J.Johnson) - 2:50
[4] Taylor (J.Johnson) - 3:59
[5] Gone (J.Johnson) - 2:10
[6] Cupid (J.Johnson) - 1:05
[7] Wasting Time (J.Johnson/N.Podlewski/A.Topol) - 3:50
[8] Holes to Heaven (J.Johnson) - 2:54
[9] Dreams Be Dreams (J.Johnson) - 2:12
[10] Tomorrow Morning (J.Johnson) - 2:50
[11] Fall Line (J.Johnson) - 1:35
[12] Cookie Jar (J.Johnson) - 2:57
[13] Rodeo Clowns (J.Johnson) - 2:38
[14] Cocoon (J.Johnson) - 4:10
[15] Mediocre Bad Guys (J.Johnson) - 3:00
[16] Symbol in My Driveway (J.Johnson) - 2:50

 A r t i s t s ,   P e r s o n n e l


Jack Johnson - Guitar, Vocals, Liner Notes

Merlo Podlewski - Bass
Adam Topol - Percussion, Drums

Mario Caldato, Jr. - Producer, Engineer, Mixing
Robert Carranza - Engineer, Mixing
Bernie Grundman - Mastering
Dave Lively - Art Direction, Design
Christopher Malloy - Creative Input
Kim Johnson - Photography, Creative Input
Scott Soens - Cover Photo
Danny Clinch - Photography
 

 C o m m e n t s ,   N o t e s

2003 CD Universal 075012
2003 LP Universal 075012
2003 CD Island 9807097

Recorded at Mango Tree, Hawaii.

Something of a slacker renaissance man, prototypical mellowsurfer-dude Jack Johnson is not only a BILLBOARD-charting recording artist, but also a world-champion athlete and award-winning documentary filmmaker. On his second full-length album, ON AND ON, the sandy-toed singer/songwriter delivers a bare bones set of acoustic folk rock as soft and soothing asthe Hawaiian breezes that serve as his inspiration. As on his debut disc, BRUSHFIRE FAIRYTALES, Johnson serves up a groovy, yet slightly melancholy stew in his trademark breathy voice, which at its best recalls everyone from Steve Miller to Chet Baker to Evan Dando of The Lemonheads. This time around, however, the vocalist/guitarist isn't afraid to gently stir pinches of reggae, hip-hop, and Harry Belafonte stylepop-calypso into his usual hippie jam-band roux. Mario Caldato Jr.'s ultra-sparse, live-sounding production carefully reveals the subtle sadness that lurks behind even Johnson's poppiest tunes, making ON AND ON the perfect album for a midnight beach party on the last night of summer vacation.



It took Jack Johnson two years to break mainstream with his debut album, Brushfire Fairytales, and by the time it went platinum in early 2003, his star power was unstoppable. Twentysomethings and college kids across the globe often compared Johnson's comfortable approach to the fiery Ben Harper, so when it came time to make a second album, Johnson basically picked up where the first album left off. On and On is a sparkling sophomore effort, carefully designed to avoid any kind of critical slump. Fans will enjoy Johnson's soothing ballads and boy-next-door charms, never looking beyond the surface of the songs themselves. Producer Mario Caldato, Jr. (Beastie Boys, Jon Spencer Blues Explosion) hones Johnson's feel-good vibe, polishing his signature acoustic guitars to wave along to On and On's genre-blending sound. Johnson gets serious this time, too. He playfully expounds on America's sickening dependence on material things ("Gone") and its subconscious ill will with today's youth ("Cookie Jar"). Other views on world war ("Traffic in the Sky") and a capitalistic, business-obsessed way of life ("The Horizon Has Been Defeated") are gently reflected upon without reproach. Johnson doesn't need to be an aggressive messenger to get his point across; the monumental sales of Brushfire Fairytales make that quite clear. People are listening to Johnson's musical commentary because he's on their level. He's not a philosophical preacher like his counterpart, Harper. On and On keeps things simple in sound and time. The only noticeable change is that Johnson didn't lyrically restrain himself. There are 17 solid tracks featured on On and On, each one is a spiritual groove rooted in funk and blues. In dire times, Johnson is sunny and sunny always feels good.

MacKenzie Wilson - All Music Guide



Jack Johnson has found himself a groove. Indeed, the Hawaiian surfing champion turned alternative pop-folk star really hasn't changed things one iota for his sophomore release. Fans of Brushfire Fairytales should be delighted with the results. The groove is a mellow one--most of the 16 tracks here are semi-acoustic--and that easy-going spirit filters into Johnson's lyrical philosophies. "What will be will be / And so it goes" he sings on "Times Like These," the opening track. Thankfully, Johnson is never too mellow, and there's a "Don't worry, be happy" vibe to most of his music. "The Horizon Has Been Defeated" even has a pseudo-reggae feel to it. Although classified as an alternative musician, the singer-songwriter's compositions owe much to past hits. "Traffic in the Sky" is reminiscent of Jim Croce's "Operator" and Looking Glass's one-hit-wonder, "Brandy." On the splendid "Taylor," Johnson sounds an awful lot like Donovan. And "By The Way" recalls the Lovin' Spoonful.

Bill Holdship - Amazon.com



Jack Johnson bleibt sich treu: Für sein zweites Album hat der Alternative-Folk-Pop-Star und ehemalige Surfchampion aus Hawaii wieder auf dieselbe Formel zurückgegriffen. Wem Brushfire Fairytales gefallen hat, der wird vom Ergebnis begeistert sein. Johnson macht entspannte, eher ruhige Musik - die meisten der 16 Tracks sind halbakustisch arrangiert - und seine unaufgeregte Grundeinstellung schlägt sich auch in den Texten nieder: Mit "What will be will be/And so it goes" beschreibt er in dem Opener "Times Like These" seine Lebensphilosophie. Zum Glück wird Johnson aber nie phlegmatisch. Die meisten seiner Stücke verkörpern das Motto "Don't worry, be happy", und "The Horizon Has Been Defeated" verbreitet sogar eine Art Reggae-Feeling. Johnson wird zwar als Alternative klassifiziert, doch seine Kompositionen lehnen sich durchaus an alte Hits an: Auf dem hervorragenden "Taylor" klingt Johnson auffallend nach Donovan, und "By The Way" erinnert beispielsweise an Lovin' Spoonful.

Bill Holdship - Amazon.de



Am Ende hören wir es dann doch noch das Meer. Insgeheim war es eh schon präsent. Versteckt zwischen den Noten, eingewoben im Arrangement oder als virtuelle zweite Stimme zu Johnsons Gesang. Der Mann aus Hawaii war Profisurfer, jetzt dreht er Filme - und schreibt platinveredelte Songs, die sonnenleicht daherkommen wie ein Tag am Waikiki Beach. Wie Ben Harper in Bermudashorts oder Ron Sexsmith auf Prozac: Der freundliche Jack kennt eben weder Arg noch Tiefgang. Vielleicht gut so; auch im Meer lauern die größten Gefahren ja ganz tief unten.

(kw) - Kulturnews



Yes, Jack Johnson takes the term laid-back to levels the La-Z-Boy folks couldn't even dream of reaching. But rather than fall victim to torpor, the surfer-turned-rocker manages to recreate the pleasantly wasted vibe one gets after spending a long summer day basking in the sun. Like his major-label bow, Brushfire Fairytales, his follow-up mixes acoustic jangle with a placid reggae vibe -- the latter is most evident on the lilting "The Horizon Has Been Defeated." This time around, Johnson pulls the song structures together a little more tightly, evoking classic early-'70s pop on the chugging "Traffic in the Sky" and bringing a loose, jug-band feel to "By the Way." At times, as on the fluffy "Taylor," he gets so ethereal that he threatens to fly off terra firma altogether. But there's enough earthy grounding in songs like "Holes to Heaven," thanks to both Johnson's own aesthetic and to the subtly funky bass playing of Merlo Podlewski (late of Spain), to keep the proceedings rooted but right. Refreshing and restorative, On and On is exactly the kind of tonic to freshen your spirit and keep your limbs moving well into the wee hours -- or provide a sunrise eye-opener, as the case may be.

David Sprague - Barnes & Noble



Jack Johnson is a breakout Triple A artist, having reigned atop the format’s charts while selling over a million copies of his 2001 debut, Brushfire Fairytales. It’s been a quiet success story, but a success nonetheless. A former professional surfer with a Quiksilver sponsorship in his hip pocket, Johnson traffics in the same mellowbut- funky neo-hippie vibe as Ben Harper, functioning as the closest thing to an indie version of Dave Matthews you’re likely to find (if you can suspend disbelief for a moment and actually envision an indie “Dave!”). Like its predecessor, On And On is full of stripped-down, intimate numbers, with Johnson and his trusty acoustic guitar making the songs’ soft-spoken points in a laidback and bluesy setting, placing irons in both the folk and artrock fires on tunes like “Taylor” and “Wasting Time.”Music snobs may thumb their noses at the concept of “Adult Alternative,” but the subtle coolness factor and the carefree vibe that Johnson consistently delivers through his music are enough to make just about anyone rethink their position on this kind of introspective, low-key rock.


Amy Sciarretto - May 12, 2003
CMJ.com



A throwback to the laid-back days of early-Seventies pop, Jack Johnson writes and sings lyrics such as "You know, this livin' is not so hard as it seems" as if he's determined not to allow the angst of the modern world to impinge upon his buzz. With On and On, this Hawaiian surfer's croon evokes the mellow-yellow moan of Donovan but without the weirdness that made that psychedelic folkie compelling. The acoustic guitar and easy rhythms of On and On don't build much on 2001's Brushfire Fairytales. A splash of reggae on "Wasting Time" does little to punctuate what already comes across as formula. Just as it's hard to believe that all those rich rap-metal groups could be so genuinely angry, it requires a leap of faith to trust that Johnson could really be this calm.

BARRY WALTERS - Rolling Stone
RS 922 - May 15, 2003
 

 L y r i c s


Times Like These

In times like these
In times like those
What will be will be
And so it goes
And it always goes on and on...
On and on it goes

And there has always been laughing, crying, birth, and dying
Boys and girls with hearts that take and give and break
And heal and grow and recreate and raise and nurture
But then hurt from time to times like these
And times like those
And what will be will be
And so it goes

And there will always be stop and go and fast and slow
Action,Reaction, sticks and stones and broken bones
Those for peace and those for war
And god bless these ones, not those ones
But these ones made times like these
And times like those
What will be will be
And so it goes
And it always goes on and on...
On and on it goes

But somehow I know it won't be the same
Somehow I know it will never be the same.


The Horizon Has Been Defeated

The horizon has been defeated
By the pirates of the new age
Alien casinos
Well maybe it's just time to say
Things can go bad
And make you want to run away
But as we grow older
The trouble just seems to stay

Future complications
In the strings between the cans
But no prints can come from fingers
If machines become our hands
And then our feet become the wheels
And then the wheels become the cars
And then the rigs begin to drill
Until the drilling goes too far

Things can go bad
And make you want to run away
But as we grow older
The horizon begins to fade, fade, fade
Fade away

Thingamajigsaw puzzled
Anger don't you step too close
Because people are lonely and only
Animals with fancy shoes
Hallelujahs zig zag nothing
Misery it's on the loose
Because people are lonely and only
Animals with too many tools
That can build all the junk that we sell
Aw sometimes man makes you want to yell

Things can go bad
And make you want to run away
But as we grow older
The horizon begins to fade away
Fade Away
Fade, fade, fade
Fade, fade, fade


Traffic In The Sky

There's traffic in the sky
and it doesn't seem to be getting much better
There's kids playing games on the pavement
Drawing waves on the pavement
mm hm
Shadows of the planes on the pavement
mm hm
It's enough to make me cry
But that don't seem like it could make it feel better
Maybe it's a dream and if I scream
it will burst at the seams and
this whole place will fall into pieces
and then they'd say...

Well how could we have known?
I'll tell them it's not so hard to tell
na na na
if you keep adding stones
soon the water will be lost in the well
mm hm

Puzzle pieces in the ground
but no one ever seems to be digging
Instead they're looking up towards the heavens
with their eyes on the heavens
mm hm
the shadows on the way to the heavens
mm hm
It's enough to make me cry
but that don't seem like it would make it feel better
The answers could be found
we could learn from digging down
but no one ever seems to be digging
instead they'll say...

Well how could we have known?
I'll tell them it's not so hard to tell
na na na
if you keep adding stones
soon the water will be lost in the well
mm hmmm

Words of wisdom all around
but no one ever seems to listen
They talk about their plans on the paper
Building up from the pavement
mm hm
there're shadows from the scrapers on the pavement
mm hm
It's enough to make me sigh
but that don't seem like it would make it feel better
The words are all around
but the words are only sounds
and no one ever seems to listen
Instead they'll say...

Well how could we have known?
I'll tell them it's really not so hard to tell
na na na
If you keep adding stones
soon the water will be lost in the well
lost in the well
mm mm mm


Taylor

They say Taylor was a good girl, never one to be late
complain, express ideas in her brain.
Working on the night shift, pressing out the day,
Kid's your gonna have to pay her if you want to park here.

Well mommy's little dancer is quite a little secret
Working on the streets now, never gonna keep it.
It's quite an imposition and now she's only wishin
That she would have listened to the words they say...Poor Taylor.

She just wanders around, unaffected by,
the winter winds yeah, she'll pretend that
She's somewhere else, so far and clear
about two thousand miles, from here.

Well Peter Patrick pitter patters on the window,
but Sunny's silhouette won't let him in.
Poor old Pete's got nothing cuz he's been falling,
And somehow Sunny knows just where he's been.

He thinks that singin on Sunday's gonna save his soul,
now that Saturday's gone.
And sometimes he thinks that he's on his way,
but i can see, that his brake lights ARE on.

He just wanders around, unaffected by,
the winter winds yeah, and he'll pretend that,
he's somewhere else, so far and clear,
about two thousand miles...from here

Such a tough enchilada, filled up with nada,
givin what you gotta give to get a dollar bill.
Used to be a limber chick n' times have been a tickin,
now she's finger lickin to the man,
With the money in his pocket, flying in his rocket,
only stopping by on his way to a better world.

If Taylor finds a better world, then Taylor's gonna run away.


Gone

Well look at all those fancy clothes
But these could keep us warm
Just like those.
And what about your soul
Is it cold
Is it straight from the mould
And ready to be sold.

And cars and phones and diamond rings
Bling, bling
Those are only removable things
And what about your mind
Does it shine or
Are there things that concern you more
Than your time

Gone going
Gone everything
Gone give a damn
Gone be the birds when they don’t want to sing
Gone people
All awkward with their things
Gone

Look at you out to make a deal
You try to be appealing but you lose your appeal
And what about those shoes you’re in today
They’ll do no good
On the bridges you burnt along the way

You’re willing to sell anything
Gone with your herd
Leave your footprints
And we’ll shame them with our words

Gone people
All careless and consumed
Gone
Gone going
Gone everything
Gone give a damn
Gone be the birds if they don’t want to sing
Gone people
All awkward with their things
Gone


Cupid

how many times must we go through this
you've always been mine, woman i thought you knew this
how many times must we go through this
you'll always be mine, cupid only misses sometimes

but we could end up broken hearted
if we don't remember why all this started
and if they try to tell you love fades with time
tell them there's no such thing as time
it's our time*4....


Wasting Time

And I'm just a waste of her, energy.
She's just wasting my time, Mm hm
So why don't we get together
And we could waste, everything, tonight
And we could waste, we could waste it all, tonight

Yeah,We could waste it,we could waste, we could waste it all.

And I don't pretend to know what you know, No no
Now please don't pretend to know what's on my mind
But if we already knew everything that everybody knows
We would have, nothing to learn, tonight
And we would have, nothing to show, tonight
Oh

But everybody thinks that everybody knows
About everybody else, nobody knows
Anything, about themselves
Because they're all worried about everybody else
Yeah yeah mmm hmm ahh


This love's just a waste of our, energy,
that this life's just a waste of our time,
So why don't we get together
And we could waste, everything, tonight
And we could waste
We could waste it all...
Yeah

But everybody thinks that
Everybody knows about
Everybody else
But nonon nobody knows, anything, about themselves
Because they're all worried about everybody else yeah
you should know by now


Holes To Heaven

the air was more than humid
and the heat was more than hungry
and the cars were square and spitting diesel fumes

the bulls were running wild
because they’re big and mean and sacred
and the children were playing cricket with no shoes

THE NEXT morning we woke up, man, to a seven hour drive
well there we were STUCK IN PORT BLAIRE
where BOATS BREAK AND CHILDREN STARE
and there were so many fewer questions
when stars were still just the holes to heaven
mmhmm
and there were so many fewer questions
when stars were still just the holes to heaven
mmhmm

(NEXT TWO VERSES SWAP AROUND)

*officials were quite friendly
once we drown them with our sweet talk
and we bribe them with our cigarettes and booze*
-
*disembarking from the port
with no mistakes of any sort
moving soundly, engine running smooth*

the next morning we woke up man with the sunrise to the right, well,
moving back north to port blaire
where boats break and children stare
and there were so many fewer questions
when stars were still just the holes to heaven
mmhmm
and then there were so many fewer questions
when stars were still just the holes to heaven
mmhmm


Dreams Be Dreams

She's just waiting for the summertime
when the weather's fine
and she could hitch a ride out of town
and so far away
from that low down
good for nothing
mistake making fool with excuses like
"baby that was a long time ago"
but that's just a euphemism
if you want the truth he was out of control
but a short time is a long time
when your mind just won't let it go

well summer came along and then it was gone
and so was she but not from him
cause he followed her just to let her know
her dreams are dreams
and all this livin's much harder then it seems
but girl don't let your dreams be dreams
you know this livin's not so hard as it seems
dont let your
dreams be dreams
your dreams be dreams...


Tomorrow Morning

Well that's all right, if that's all right
Two thousand miles but still that's all right
And that's all right, if that's all right
I'll see you in the morning if that's all right

What would you do if I wrote you a song
would you give me some loving when I get home
or would you be mad at me if I had a hard time
getting a hold of you, I try all the time

I'll bet that you don't know anybody that could be so bad
but if you did you'd be wondering where I'm at
I'll be home when tomorrow morning comes

What would you do if I sang you this song
the connection is bad but that's only the phone
'cause when my words kiss your ear, I'll be right there
the message is long because baby this is your song

I'll bet that you don't know anybody that could be so bad
but if you did you'd be wondering where I'm at
I'll be home when tomorrow morning comes

   

Fall Line

by the way
you now that hope will make you strange
make you blink make you blink make you sink
it will make you afraid of change
and often blame
the box with the view of the world
and the wars that fill the frame
I turn it up but then I turn it off
because I can't stand when they start to talk
about the hurting and killing
whose shoes are we filling
the damage and ruin
man, the things that we're doing
we gotta stop, we gotta turn it all off
we gotta rewind and start it up again

because we fell across the fall line
ain't there nothing sacred any more
Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na

somebody saw him jump
yeah but nobody saw him slip
i guess he lost a lot of hope
and then he lost his grip
now he's lying in the freeway
in the middle of this mess
guess we lost another one
just like the other one
optimistic hypocrite
that didn't have the nerve to quit
the things that kept him wanting more
until he finally reached the core

and fell across the fall line
ain't there nothing sacred any more
Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na


Cookie Jar

I would turn on the TV but it's so embarrassing
To see all the other people I don't know what they mean
And it was magic at first when they spoke without sound
But now this world is gonna hurt you better turn that thing down
Turn it around

"It wasn't me", says the boy with the gun
"Sure I pulled the trigger but it needed to be done
Cause life's been killing me ever since it begun
You cant blame me cause I'm too young"

"You can't blame me sure the killer was my son
But I didn't teach him to pull the trigger of the gun
It's the killing on this TV screen
You cant blame me its those images he's seen"

Well "You can't blame me", says the media man
Well "I wasn't the one who came up with the plan
I just point my camera at what the people want to see
Man it's a two way mirror and you cant blame me"

"You can't blame me", says the singer of the song
Or the maker of the movie which he based his life on
"It's only entertainment and as anyone can see
The smoke machines and makeup and you cant fool me"

It was you it was me it was every man
We've all got the blood on our hands
We only receive what we demand
And if we want hell then hell's what we'll have

And I would turn on the TV
But it's so embarrassing
To see all the other people
I don't even know what they mean
And it was magic at first
when they spoke without sound
And now this world is gonna hurt,
turn it around
Turn it around


Rodeo Clowns

sweeping the floors, open up the doors
yeah turn on the lights, gettin ready for tonight
nobody's romantic cuz it's too early for dancin
but here comes the music

bright lights flashing to cover up your lack of so
many people, so many problems, so many reasons
to buy another round, drink it down
just another night on the town
with the big man, money man, better than the other man
he got the plan with the million dollar give a damn
when nobody understands, become a smaller man
the bright lights keep flashing, and the women keep on dancing

with the clowns, yeah yeah yeah
they pick me up when i'm down yeah yeah
the rodeo clowns, yeah yeah yeah
they pick me up when i'm down

the disco ball spinning, all the music and the women
and the shots of tequila, man they say that they need ya,
what they really need...is just a little room to breathe
teeny bopping disco queen, she barely understands
her dreams of bellybutton rings and other kinds of things
symbolic of change but the thing that is strange
is that the changes occurred, and now she's just a part of the herd, yeah yeah yeah
man, i thought that you heard, yeah yeah
the changes occurred, yeah yeah yeah
just a part of the herd

lights out, shut down, late night, wet ground
you walk by look at him, but he can't look at you yeah
you might feel pity but he only feels the ground
cuz you understand moods but he only knows let down
by the corner there's another one
reaching out a hand, coming from a broken man
well you try to live but he’s done tryin
not dead, but definitely dying
with the rest of the clowns, yeah yeah
(humming)...with the rest of the clowns

sweeping the floors, open up the doors
yeah turn on the lights, gettin ready for tonight
nobody's romantic cuz it's too early for dancin
but here comes the music


Cocoon

based on your smile
im betting all of this might be over soon
but youre bound to win
because if im betting against you, i think id rather lose

but this is all that i have, so please
take whats left of this heart, and use
please use only what you really need
you know i only have so little, so please
mend your broken heart and leave

i know its not your style
and i can tell by the way that you move its real real soon
but im on your side
and i dont want to be your regret, id rather be your cocoon

but this is all that you have, so please
let me take whats left of your heart, and i will use
i swear ill use only what i need
i know you only have so little, so please
let me mend my broken heart

you said this was all you have
and its all i need
but blah blah blah
because it fell apart
i guess its all you knew
and all i had
but now we have
only confused hearts
i guess all we have
is really all we need

so please
lets take these broken hearts, and use
lets use only what we really need
you know we only have so little, so please
take these broken hearts and leave


Mediocre Bad Guys

well don't give me no comic book sad looks no more
please dont use those same excuses you've used before
you told yourself so many times it's ok
so eager to try but you just dont know how to come back down

and now you'll beat me up and break me down
hoping i don't come around
kick me when im on the ground
beat me up and break me down
hoping i don't come around
kick me when im on the ground

well how about those people
i know that you know the ones that i mean
not so good, not so bad, only know what they have
and they have only what they've seen
them mediocre bad guys can really bring you down
they can't be defeated
you know that they're never gonna come around

they just beat me up and break me down
hoping i don't come around
kick me when i'm on the ground
beat me up and break me down
hoping i don't come around
kick me when i'm on the ground


Symbol In My Driveway

i've got a symbol in my driveway
i've got a hundred million dollar friends
i've got you a brand new weapon
lets see how destructive we can be

i've got a brand new set of stencils
ive been connecting all the dots
got my plans in a zip lock bag
lets see how unproductive we can be

i've got a light bulb full of anger
and i can switch it on and off
in situations it can be so bright
i cant believe, how pathetic we can be

i've got a perfect set of blueprints
im gonna build somebody else
might cost a little more than money
but whats man without his wealth

i've got a phosphorescent secret
but dont you tell nobody else
next thing you know
the whole world will be talking
about all the clues they got
they just ain't no use
they've got us fooled
 

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