Kaydi Johnson

Kaydi Johnson

 Matawan, New Jersey, USA
BandFolkSinger/Songwriter

Quick-witted thought provoking word plays make award winning singer/songwriter, Kaydi Johnson, a-one-of-a kind artist.

Biography

Kaydi rolls forceful and racy lyrics into short stories and cinematic slices of life. She finds new ways to explore the old and old ways to explore the new. Twisting, turning and challenging the ordianry themes of living, loving, politics and love lost, Kaydis songs stay with you long after they have ended. Haunting and joyous. Provocative and poetic. She's a master at creating magnetic and musically delicious word plays that always grab the ears, hearts and minds of her listeners.

FEATURED PERFOMANCES:

*Kaydi has supported DAVID CROSBY, ROBERT EARLE KEENE, PURE PRAIRIE LEAGUE and Lucy Kaplansky.
*Kaydi has been selected as a songwriting judge for the 2013 Baltimore Songwriters' Association.
*Kaydi was selected, "Best Of," New Jersey singer/songwriters in 2013, for the New Jersey Folk Festival and awarded a featured performance slot on Saturday, April 27th, on the Shore Stage at 2:30 P.M. Rutgers University. Attendance--18,000 +

*Appeared LIVE on WFUV, 90.7 NYC--Pete Fornatale's
"Mixed Bag" February 19, 2011.

*30A, 2013, Songwriter Festival, Seaside, Florida.

*WINNER, 2010 NJ Folk Festival singer/songwriter contest & showcase.

*FINALIST, 2010 Susquehanna Folk Festival songwriting contest, Havre de Grace, Maryland.

*Selected for "Director's Cuts" 2009 Great Lakes Songwriting Contest.

*Selected for Cape May, NJ, 2009 singer/songwriter CD Compilation.

*Selected for the Falcon Ridge Emerging Artist Showcase, New York.

*She has appeared on Vin Scelsa's "IDIOT"S DELIGHT" on WFUV, in NYC. Pete Fornatele of WFUV, Fordam University, NY, gave her honorable mention when selecting his "top ten" albums of 2002.

*MOUNTAIN STAGE Top ten regional New York finalist for the 2006 Mountain Stage New Song Festival at River to River Festival in NYC (with Ingrid Michaelson).

*Featured Narrative songwriter for the International Narrative Song Competition in Canada.

*Finalist in the South Florida Festival Songwriting Competition.

*Snowbird, Utah Singer Songwriter Finalist, 2008

*WINNER!! Avalonfest song writing competition,2008

*Honorable Mention, 2009 North Carolina Song Co-op Songwriting Contest

*Nominated for The Better Late than Never award 2009 for her song "Eddie," on Catskill Community Radio, NY--WUOW 104.7 FM (They got a hold of this song a few years after it's release. Cool they have an award for this category!)

*"Spotlight Artist" 2010 Orion/Sundance Independent Music Festival, Park City, Utah

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Lyrics

Trying Not to Love

Written By: Kaydi Johnson

If you look at me one more time like that, I'm going to have to tell you something I don't want to tell.
If you look at me one more time like that I'm going to tell you a secret I've been keeping from myself.
I've been trying not to love. And when you're trying not to love--it's like holding your breath, it's like trying not to breathe, it's like hanging on to something that's begging you to leave--when you're trying not to love.
So I'm having this crazy dream that I'm lying flat on my back under a train, trying to figure out how it works. Then suddenly the train turns into a great big old heart and I say I'm out of here 'cause when it comes to the mechanics of love I'm just a jerk. So I pick myself up and put myself like a piece of luggage into the corner of a refrigerated cargo car. And I'm riding down, I'm riding down, I'm riding down the bumpy tracks of love and every time the door opens there you are. And you're looking at me like that. Yeah you're looking at me like that.
Sometimes I feel like a frozen over swamp, bubbling underneath with the things I really need to say. But I don't want to write another love song, I don't want to sing another love song, there's a million new love songs written every day, but...
If you look at me one more time like that...I think I might, I think I could, I think I will--love you. Love you. If you look at me one more time like that.

Getting Nowhere

Written By: Kaydi Johnson

I watch the headlights roam the walls,
and the blinds make stripes like waterfalls
across your face
I like to kiss and try to grab them.

Water beads on window pain,
the cars go by and splatter rain.
They make those little dark stars on the wall
while you touch me I track ‘em.

If I’m not getting nowhere
It’s ‘cause I don’t want to get there--
conclusion’s not my thing.
I’d rather watch the night lights play
while your love spil me like water.
I’d rather watch the night lights play
while our bodies do the same.

I lite the candle on the table
at the side of the bed
and the sweet hot wax smells
fill my head.
I remember dripping wax
formations all over the floor,
holding the candle on its side and watch it drip and drip some more.
Then the candle melts down to its litlle wax stub
and the darkness makes me forget what I’m thinking of,
and then another car goes by and sends in
a wave of light and I think I can stay here
for the rest of my life.

If I’m not getting nowhere
It’s ‘cause I don’t want to get there--
conclusion’s not my thing.
I’d rather watch the night lights play
while your love spil me like water.
I’d rather watch the night lights play
while our bodies do the same.

Summer Place

Written By: Kaydi Johnson

To look back on that summer
is like trying to grab the air
of a story we had left untold
where you were with me
not quite there.
Our words ran with the river
and they hardly made a sound--
it’s a short cry to that shiver
when autumn brings
the summer down.

I will remain
under a bough of hemlock
where the seasons never change.
And where are you now?
Sitting in your summer place,
while autumn shows its dying face,
finishing this story somehow.

The fish they were a jumping
but no cotton there was grown.
Maybe there was something we had
so together--so alone.
Those words were never written,
pages never read. That story we had left untold, a book thrown
in the fire instead.

I will remain
under a bough of hemlock
where the seasons never change.
And where are you now?
Sitting in your summer place,
while autumn shows it dying face,
finishing this story, finishing this story, finishing this story somehow.

I will remain.

Peasant of the Wreck

Written By: Kaydi Johnson

You're a victim of the torture
of a king without a head
you wake up to no country
on your own demise he's fed
his rule is like a switchblade
two inches from your neck
his brother is a hangman
you're a peasant of the wreck

You ride his boundless horses
and you try to get away
you had a revelation
that the king he would not save
you for your own volition
so you grapple and it's grave
if you could you'd take his head off
but he's got no head to take

If he died four times over
another king would take his place undoubtedly you know
he'd step right in
you could change your name
your house your class
might marry him
and even have his daughter
and you'll wake up
to no country again

He draws your faith and quarters it and throws it to the rain
but no country has the weather
to relinquish all the pain
like Hamlet in the bone yard
and the legacy he craved 
you're looking there for nothing
'cause a headless king won't change

If he died four times over
another king would take his place undoubtedly you know
he'd step right in
you could change your name
your house your class
might marry him
and even have his daughter
and you'll wake up
to no country again

2023

Written By: Kaydi Johnson

What are these wars that they call holy?
Nuclear armed divinity.
I hope the children can get older
in 2023.
Jet fighters, missiles, mass destruction.
Why don't they leave our skies alone?
Does God eat popcorn watching battles in the universe-
the universe, this big screen we call home?
Chorus:
What is this God I heard was love?
It don't look nothing like my own.
The rose of Sharon she is wilted from the napalm.
Please leave our paradise alone.
Please leave this paradise alone.

What you say you gotta do--you say you gotta do.
Wrong or right or right or wrong--
Wish you'd keep your noses on your faces and out of all those other places would you mind nobodies business but your own?

Chorus:
What is this God I heard was love?
It don't look nothing like my own.
The rose of Sharon she is wilted from the napalm.
Please leave our paradise alone--
Please leave our paradise alone.

Refrain:
I am the Rose of Sharon,
a lily of the valleys but little foxes spoil the vines.
As a lily among thorns--so is my love among daughters.
So is my beloved among the sons of time.

What are these wars that they call holy?
Nuclear armed divinity.
I hope the children can get older,
in 2023.

Refrain:
I am the Rose of Sharon,
a lily of the valleys but little foxes spoil the vines.
As a lily among thorns--so is my love among daughters.
So is my beloved among the sons of time.

Night Student

Written By: Kaydi Johnson

Those stars are not really stars, you said--
they're lingering reflections of burnt out lights gone dead.
They're worlds gone by we can still see--
the light-blast-pulse-thrust of eternity.
Patches of diamond groves blooming layers of time,
twenty four million miles away, could boggle any mind--
so what I see, used to be, before the thought of any of this.

When I was kid my father told me stars were windows to heaven
and my eyes were windows to the soul.
Then physics and anatomy barged in and sabotaged my fancy
when I got a little older.
How could balls of matter burn holes to heaven
and how could my eyes lead to something I could not see?
Well, fortunately magic has a way of finding you when you look for it.

CHORUS:
The more I look, the more I see
there's something hot inside of me.
I'm sister to those burning spheres
that shine but have been gone for years.

If you look long enough the night will treat you to a shooting star--
A spark-streaking-trail blue-while-light bazar.
A meteor heated by its entry into earth's atmosphere,
small bodies orbiting through outer space for years.
Are we not the equivalent of small bodies orbiting the world?
Just think of all those hot-bodied girls,
slightly stroked across the same canvas of forever.

Thoreau said, what is man but a mass of thawing clay?
The melt down of hot matter orbiting the day.
Like a star we are delicately warmed and molded into spirit charged sculptures.
With the exception--of course--of a few devil tainted vultures!

CHORUS:
The more I look, the more I see
there's something hot inside of me.
I'm sister to those burning spheres
that shine but have been gone for years.

Those stars are not really stars, you said--
they're lingering reflections of burnt out lights gone dead.
They're worlds gone by we can still see--
the light-blast-pulse-thrust of eternity.
I want to be a light-blast-pulse-thrust of eternity--
I want to be a star...

Discography

"Tied" Tell Tale Records, 1999.

"No goDs Allowed" Tell Tale Records, 2002.

"Peasant of the Wreck" Fifty Fifty Music, 2008