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Rome Is Burning
03:43
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Dropped another bomb on the news today
I don’t care its a half a world away
Families are scattered with no place to go
But it ain’t me and it aint no one i know
Outta sight outta mind,so the story goes,and it goes
Tear it all apart, pray for something better
Take it back to the start, ‘cos rome is burning again
Tear it all apart, rip it down together
Take it back to the start,cos rome is burning,rome is burning again
Every 4 years its the same ol’ scheme
White collar crooks sell the American dream
Another kid got shot last night
Pulled him over for a broken light
If you don’t know what’s wrong
You can’t know what’s right
Kids cant look you in the eye anymore
It’s all about the social media score
You’re feeling entitled, you’re in for a shock
‘cos life ain’t easy, it’s as hard as a rock
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The River
03:19
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I said goodbye to my mama
I said farewell to my pa
I turned my back on a lady
Hell ,I turned my back on you all
I went down to the city, and I drank in all of her light
I let her crawl in and eat me, I did not put up a fight
We took them for all that they offered, All that they offered and more
They got from us what they wanted, no need to show us the door
I went down to the river and followed it down to the sea
I said hello to the ocean, that ocean said goodbye to me
Regrets though I may have plenty, and plenty go shifting the blame
Still it was I picked my pony, again and I'd do just the same
I’ve spent evenings some men would die for, spent some evenings wanting to die
I’ve had my days of glory, and I’ve had days of just getting by
I filled my mind up with notions of things that could never be
I dreamed as big as the ocean, that ocean just swallowed me
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Cold coffee in a styrofoam cup
The road ahead don’t look like much
Nothin’ much is what I’m leavin’ behind
Wherever I’m goin’, I’m goin’ in blind
Burned my bridges on the way out of town
Better walk before they run me down
Sorry ‘bout the things I put you thru
I’m grateful for a good pair of shoes
I got no plans for tomorrow, I’m trying to get thru today
I’m going nowhere fast, I guess I’m on my way
Blew thru some towns on the central coast
No one sees me, ‘cos I’m a ghost
Cobble stone and mission bells
It’s all so beautiful I feel like hell
Find a job ‘cos its all the same
Find a place where no one knows my name
You have to ask, just call me “Joe”
But nobody really wants to know
Cold coffee in a styrofoam cup
The road ahead don’t look like much
Nothin’ much is what I’m leavin’ behind
Wherever im goin in blind
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Where am I this morning? Not in my own bed
God, what an awful morning, I slept in my clothes again
Never got up this morning cos I didn’t go to bed
13 tiny hammers slowly workin’ on my head
And I’ve never felt such pain, this hangovers insane
You’re supposed to be my friend at least you could’a stopped me
First I's drinkin’ JD, then vodka and some scotch
Guess I blacked out and woke up face down in a dirt lot
Someone stole my wristwatch and my brand new hat
They wrote the words "I’m a drunk" in felt pen on my back
Now the girl I's with last night she now hates me
And I cant recall exactly what I said
Maybe it’s because I drank up all her money
Maybe it’s because I open bottles with my teeth
Maybe it’s because im just so filthy, maybe I dont give a damn
Maybe I just dont give a damn
So I got up off the ground, then I glanced around
Happy that nobody I knew happened by and saw me
Well its finally happened, it’s the worst day of my life
I guess I lost my car last night thank god I didn’t find it
Sailors feel like sailin’ and drinkers feel like drinkin’
And thats the best damn reason why I just don’t give a damn
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I swear I seen the light, and it aint comin’ from above
And I’ve seen the sadness in the eyes of the people that i love
I’ve walked these empty streets lookin’ for the lost and found
And I ran along for miles and miles and never landed on sacred ground
We all need a place to go we all need shelter from the storm
And we all need a hand to guide us, to free us from our hearts of stone
Dark clouds on the horizon, the winds are starting to shift
Hell or high water raining down on all of us
Hell and high water coming down on everyone
Hell or high water raining down on all of us
Hell and high water coming down on everyone
Hell and high water
The ceiling is leaking thru a hole in your head
And we're all swimming in our problems, we all drown in our regrets
The weatherman is calling for 100 days of rain
And we're all servin’ somebody, we all have debts we can never pay
Storm clouds on the horizon, the winds are starting to shift
Storm clouds on the horizon,looks like we been set adrift
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Wallet (Live)
03:04
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I'm wide awake at 7:30
Counting down a 100 worries
Staring the the sheets and walls and shit
and all the choices that I've made
Now here I go again to a job that never ends
In a world that never sleeps
I'm fuckin lazy
And you start in right away
With all thats wrong with me
Information I don't need
Like how I waste my time
Waste my talent and my mind
I'm not even gonna try to explain to you my simple pleasures
And now I know its not me you're looking for
Now I know its not me you're looking for
Now I know its not me you're looking for
All I need, All I need, All i need's my freakin' wallet
At times it feels like too much trouble
Sifting thru the smoke and rubble
Digging thru the shattered pieces of my mind
For things I'll never find
With fingers that don't feel
And eyes that cannot see whats real in me
You could blow me like a leaf
As i stare in disbelief
Shedding tears over me
returning all my stuff
My clothes, my pants, where'd I leave my my freakin wallet
And now I know its not me you're looking for
Now I know its not me you're looking for
Now I know its not me you're looking for
All I need, All I need, All i need's my freakin' wallet
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Junkyard Los Angeles, California
"Junkyard blares with a total lack of self-consciousness. Their songs about good time habits veering out of control put across a sullen, double-edged desperation accurately enough to give you the shakes, while the band's distorted guitars and churning, nearly arrhythmic punch never let up. You either hear it—or, if you're too precious or self-serious—you don't." ... more
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