Hi, I'm trying to find people who have their own DAW and love creating songs in the gendre of alternative rock. Thinking outside the box sort of thing. The angle is to find our strengths based on our music and form a band that could eventually play locally.
- Screen name:
- Member since:
- Nov 26 2019
- Active within 1 month
- Level of commitment:
- Moderately Committed
- Years playing music:
- Tend to practice:
- 2-3 times per week
- Available to gig:
- 1 night a week
I'm not a fan of defining this. Alternative rock. I have influences in prog rock, alternative rock, punk, old rock, some rap (little), some metal (little), some jazz, some big band, some vocal groups, it's just a mish-mash. My sound varies, but maybe Genesis explains it. Bit of The Clash, bit of the 80s, bit of the 90s. ...bit of the 60s. again, a mish-mash.
- Background Singer:
- Vocalist - Alto:
- Vocalist - Bass:
- Vocalist - Baritone:
- Vocalist - Tenor:
- Rhythm Guitar:
- Acoustic Guitar:
- Bass Guitar:
- Lead Guitar:
- Vocalist - Soprano:
A few electric guits, an acous/elec, a bass, a keyboard controller, a DAW with a whole bunch of plugins, a few mics.
I'm BrokenI'M BROKEN (JunkHeap (c) Jan 2020) They needed to get out of town, some business didn't go down right. Cindy crossed her legs and said she didn't like this. Sam said 'don't worry it'll be ok'. She started to ramble and said, 'I robbed the bank for something to do, because I'm broken'. She said, 'I'm broken'. Sam stuffed the bag full of cash behind an old couch. 'We'll come back for it later when things cool down'. He turned to the wall, and banged his fists against it. 'It wasn't supposed to happen like this', he hissed. They shot the teller by accident. Sam said 'I'm broken', 'I'm broken'. They left their hideaway, ran through the alleys, black as night could be, someone watching, could be. They met somebody they know, who said urgently, 'the cops are looking for ya, after you almost killed that teller'. 'Wait, wait... what?', Sam interjected, 'The teller is alive??'. Sam and Cindy looked at each other, with relief in their eyes. They needed a get-away car, pass some cash to his friend who does provide. They stuffed the bag in the trunk, 57 Dodge Coronet; turn the key. As they drove around the corner onto the boulevard; cops, sirens, speeding by away from them. They held hands and hit the highway; Silhouettes as the sun faded. artifical light, on the open road, summer wind... and they're broken, driving far away. They're broken.
I Don't Care, Bring It On - (Concept Song About Bullying)
I Don't Care, Bring It On - (Concept Song About Bullying)I DON'T CARE, BRING IT ON - (JunkHeap (c) Dec 2019) A concept song about bullying. I don't care what they say. Tomorrow's another day. And I don't care what they do. They're weak-minded and cruel. I don't care what they say. Tomorrow's another day. And I don't care what they do. They're nothing but petty fools. They make me feel, Down, down, six feet down, Lost in the netherworld... deep in the cold, cold ground. but I'll dig myself back up. get myself back up above the ground. take you on... And I don't care what they say, They hide in the shadows, looking for prey. Time to take them down, let's show the world their ugly faces.
Nothing ChangesNothing Changes (c) Oct 2019 What am I supposed to do, when life has left me screwed, and I don't have a place in it anymore. Too many things coming at me, and I don't know what to do. Is it just me, or is this old. The world turns, nothing really changes. The word on street is you never cared about me. I already knew it, so I moved on. I flip through the channels at home. The talking heads who give the news, don't tell me anything new. So I sit here... Is it just me, or is this old. The world turns, nothing really changes. So how am I supposed to love life, when everything is such a shit pile. I don't know, this is getting old. Nothing changes. Is it just me, or is this old. The world turns, nothing really changes.
StumblingSTUMBLING (In This World) - (c) (JunkHeap 2016 / Remix/Refix Sep 2019) I’ve settled down somewhat, calmed my ways, put a little more into every day. Can’t say that I've worked hard sometimes, but things get done in my own way. I wonder where our lives lead. We move along as our hearts bleed. Even so we find so much pleasure, in living our days with our own treasure. ...and here I am. I'm stumbling in this world (of ours). As I age I see the beauty of the knowledge I've gained. No going back to the start again. Here just once, live for today. Who are we now? What can I really say? Well here I am... here I am... Stumbling in this world (of ours) I'm stumbling in this world (of ours) Ever feel like there’s nowhere to go, doors locked, confusion grows. There's so much out there. See yourself through different eyes. Admire who you are. You can reach the sky. Never think that it’s impossible to say. Well here I am. Here I am. I'm stumbling in this world (of ours).
Nocturnal ManNOCTURNAL MAN - (JunkHeap (c) Sep 2019) Sunrise and I can hardly take it, and I, step out into the sunlight baking me. I don't know what to do. Feel like my vampire skin is melting, and I, find some cover away from daylight, and I, I don't know what to do. Bah, bah, ... My legs have ceased up, My head is spinning, My body's melting away... The sun beats down once again. I hope for sunset. I hope for coolness. I hope for nightlife. I hope for goodness... ..sake, the sun will go away. Bah, bah, ... I'm a Nocturnal Man. Ohh the beat, ohh the beat, of the nightlife. Ohh the beat, is yearning to me. Ohh the beat, ohh the beat, of the nightlife. Ohh the beat, is burned into me. Bah, bah, .... I'm a Nocturnal Man.
I Miss You (A drama humour song)
I Miss You (A drama humour song)This is a humour song (tongue and cheek) about not being in a relationship, but looking desperately for love and companionship. I MISS YOU - (JunkHeap (c) Aug 2019 / Remix Dec 2019) I miss you. I miss you babe. When you're not around, I'm walking in the park in black and white; people, dogs playing about, everything is in slo-mo. I'm walking just to keep movin'. ...but your lips, have me wanting you now. You better know that I think of you all of the time. ooo someday maybe, someday I'll kiss those lips again. Ch. I miss you my love, I miss you, come here and give me your soul. I miss you my love, it's tearing my heart into pieces. I sit down in a restaurant, every girl reminds me of you. the waitress tells me the specials, and her voice is muffled and fades away. I can't even seem to find the time, to react to the mosquito sucking blood from my arm. all because of you. I miss you. What am I supposed to do? I miss you. What am I supposed to do?
Slave To It (Money)
Slave To It (Money)SLAVE TO IT (JunkHeap(c) Oct 2019) He buys something other people don't have, so his neighbours and friends feel like they're lesser than. Mounting pressure seems to break away tiny pieces of his close relations, until he runs out of money, and it comes down... and it all comes crumbling down. When it all just seems to slip away, between your fingers like an hourglass passes sand. All to say, that it’s a cold comfort, to have all these cold comforts. We’re foolin' ourselves thinking money makes the person… All in time it’ll bleed you, it’ll eat you; before you know it you’ll be poor in a park. Don’t let its smiling signs deceive you, it’ll beat you, make you a slave to it... ...all in time. Whatever happened to introspection, and a deeper meaning? It doesn’t matter. How much stuff you have? Seems that's all that matters these days... You see, look at what I have… The house, the car, the cell, the copious amounts of nothing… We’re full of ourselves thinking it makes the person… We’re full of ourselves thinking it makes us… All in time it’ll bleed you, it’ll eat you; before you know it you’ll be poor in a park. Don’t let its smiling signs deceive you, it’ll beat you, make you a slave to it... ...all in time.
Give It Time
Give It TimeGIVE IT TIME © JunkHeap (Jan 2007 / Redone Oct 2019) Something’s got you down baby, come here and give me your hand. She looked outside through the window, through the flawless, tempered glass. So deep, so deep… so deep the scars go, we gain them all without our consent. It’s little consolation to revisit all of it. Rain starts to touch the pane, I see the teardrops flowing down her cheek. Put it all away, hide it for another day. You know it’ll always be there when you wake. As the days go by the memories will fade away, you’ll see, you’ll be... Just give it time. It’ll never be ok, she said frankly, absently pulling at her shirt. Without a doubt, with the doubt it’ll hurt. Climb into bed and feel the warmth wrapped around you. A safe womb, but the hurt can still reach you. Opus of beauty lying there. Her hair flowing across the pillow , her beauty, such beauty… We lie there together on a Sunday afternoon; rain spattering the window. Her face turns blank, she’s in thought I suppose… Put it all away, hide it for another day. You know it’ll always be there when you wake. As the days go by the memories will fade away, you’ll see,.. Just give it time. Give it time, Give it time, it’s the only way to be free…
Smooth Water (A Voyageur song)
Smooth Water (A Voyageur song)SMOOTH WATER - (JunkHeap (c) Jul 2019) A song about women and their influence, and beauty. A song with a lot of symbolism. Using the visualization of French-Canadian Voyageur canoeing back home. A guy in the group yearning for home and his girl. ----- I'm coming home. Rowing slowly down the stream, paddle makes undulations in the water. Carried along by the current. I see the troubles ahead; got to head to smooth water. I'm coming home. Deep black swirls; moss on the rocks; sun glint between the trees. Heading home to you; paddling steady. Paddling steady. Smooth water. I see the curves. Smooth water. I'm coming home to you. You get me going. You push me onwards. You calm and enrage me. You're part of my soul. The boat stays true and points me between the unseen rocks. Eagle seeks its prey above me. Something tells me after all the work, the darkness may creep in. hoping for dawn to create a new beginning. Smooth water. I see the curves. Smooth water. I'm coming home to you. Smooth water...
Love (Unseen)LOVE (UNSEEN) - (JunkHeap (c) May 2019) Remember when you were young, it flowed around, unseen. Flash to now, it's all around you, in different ways. Love. Do u hear me. Love. Come and take me. Wrap your arms around me, let your wave flow over. Did you hear what I said? Let your wave flow over me. We see the ones we love, words unshared; chances come and gone, but theres still time. So hard sometimes to move ones lips to say it. Sometimes too easy and we regret it. Living life and all of our mistakes, now or then there's love unseen. Love. You drift in and out of our minds. Love. You flow between us. Love. What would we do without you? So deep inside of us. Love.
That Dash On The Road (For The Love of Music)
That Dash On The Road (For The Love of Music)THAT DASH ON THE ROAD (FOR THE LOVE OF MUSIC ) JunkHeap (c) May 2019 / Remixed Dec 2019 We drive for a time, leaving Winnipeg. The show we did last night, seemed alright. The crowd didn't want us to go. We loved to make them feel good. just for a time, just for one night, and then we let go. Move on. It's a warm summers' night, highway signs telling us where to go. to the next brief home. Spend a little time alone, back of the van, solitude is impossible. running through some chords, new tune forming again. This is life on the road. For the love of music. for the love of melody. A deep feeling in our souls. We see the dash on the road, for the love of music. for the love of melody. A deep feeling in our souls. We see the dash on the road, for the love of music. This is life on the road. For the love of music. for the love of melody. A deep feeling in our soul. We see the dash on the road, for the love of music.
While the Boat Is Sinking Beneath Us
While the Boat Is Sinking Beneath UsWHILE THE BOAT IS SINKING BENEATH US - (JunkHeap (c) Apr 2019 / Remixed/Fixed Dec 2019) The trees speak; nature breathes, and we humans ugly take everything, we'll take it all down. Justify our crown; say we don't affect the world around us, it's only gonna be, you and me. No feel. How do we make it something that everyone knows is real. Sad to see that it's near impossible. it's a pretty difficult thing that we've put on ourselves. our history has built it all and its' hard to dispel. i so hope we can be so much better. Not yelling at each other while the boat is sinking beneath us. Self-destructive; denial, Avoiding the issue. Refuse to confront our problem. no burying head in sand. no rose-coloured glasses. no just trying to pretend, just make it all go away... well that ain't happening. it's a pretty difficult thing that we've put on ourselves. our history has built it all and it's hard to dispel. i so hope we can do much better. while the boat is sinking beneath us. ooo baby, seeds that we sow. ooo baby, deep in our soul...
Magic Carpet Ride (c) (Steppenwolf - 1968 / JunkHeap Jan 2019)
Magic Carpet Ride (c) (Steppenwolf - 1968 / JunkHeap Jan 2019)MAGIC CARPET RIDE - (Steppenwolf - 1968 / JunkHeap Jan- 2019) I like to dream, yes, yes Right between the sound machine On a cloud of sound I drift in the night Any place it goes is right Goes far, flies near To the stars away from here Well, you don't know what We can find Why don't you come with me little girl On a magic carpet ride Well, you don't know what We can see Why don't you tell your dreams to me Fantasy will set you free Close your eyes girl Look inside girl Let the sound take you away Last night I hold Aladdin's lamp So I wished that I could stay Before the thing could answer me Well, someone came and took the lamp away I looked Around A lousy candle's all I found Well, you don't know what We can find Why don't you come with me little girl On a magic carpet ride Well, you don't know what We can see Why don't you tell your dreams to me Fantasy will set you free Close your eyes girl Look inside girl Let the sound take you away Songwriters: John Kay / Rushton John Moreve
It's Just A Typical Day
It's Just A Typical DayIT'S JUST A TYPICAL DAY- (JunkHeap (c) Mar 2018 / Fixed and Remixed Dec 2019) They're in their car on the highway, in traffic once again. The radio is telling, the same old news again. And they're wondering what meals to make, and how to raise their child. gotta get those groceries; who has to do what after work; so tired. It's just a Typical day. text the ones you know. See who wants to go out tonight; a few say lets go, and the place to meet is defined. You get there and its strangers, and you finally see your island, and things start to climb. It's just a typical day. oh, who's going to write your obituary, going into the mortuary, six feet under coronary. So little time to get it steady. It's your plight; it's so heavy. It's a typical day. What about that girl, staring at her computer screen. it makes her want to scream. But what choice does she have? there`s got to be a way out. It's just a typical day.
Crush The Hate
Crush The HateCRUSH THE HATE (JunkHeap (c) Oct 2019) So cold; inflicts pain; to some it feels justified. So bold, in hard times; amplified. It wants to check your birthplace. Seen as civilized to some; by those who want to change society's face. Crush the hate. In times not far in the past, it simmered, under the horizon; puts on its dimmers. Waiting for it's chance. We need to... Crush the hate. If it feels a little belittled, oppressed, depressed, suppressed, distressed, recessed; it wants to lash out, and if it lifts its head; its ugly face. Crush the hate. If you have any difference in the colour of your skin. ...look out. ya they'll take you down. Crush the hate. If you're different in any way. Ya you better look out. Crush the hate. At work, it's under the surface, subtle and subversive. At school it wants to be seen, as mean, powerful and extreme. Crush the hate.
Imagination GirlIMAGINATION GIRL (c) Jan 2019 / Remix Dec 2019 Another day, it's all she's known, up in her room. Looking out the window, no friends around, she wishes she could just fly. Ohhh her parents screaming; Ohhh downstairs in the evening. The yellow tattered, bathroom mat, It felt good between her toes; seemed to matter badly. She sat on the floor near the tub, coolness against her head. Sounds seem louder; vision a bit clearer, yeah. Woah, oh oh - that's how it goes. Woah, oh oh - they might split. She ran to her bed, got under the covers, put on her phones, and left this place... I'm finally free. I've gotta believe. I'm finally free. She wished she could leave, nowhere to go, outside so cold. all she has is her vivid imagination, to take her away, keep her sane... keep her sane... I'm finally free. I've gotta believe.
Dear, Myself...DEAR, MYSELF (c) JunkHeap Dec 2018 / Remix/Master: Dec 2019 Dear, Myself... I want to cut back to an earlier year in my life. Back when I was just becoming a teen; living a dream; naive, and innocent, believing everyone was decent. oh I was in for a surprise. Dear, Myself... I got a trip on a time-machine, to spend 10 minutes of time, telling you what you gotta do right, and what you gotta run away from like a disease. So pay attention. I don't have much time here. Get this shit straight. Write it down before it's too late. Make some time for those close in your life; Run away from anyone who doesn't wanna work hard; Be generous with your time to those who want to learn; Enjoy those simple things; Find humour throughout the day. Tell the one close to you that you love them. because I know you might not have the time, ...before they're gone... Respect those much older than you. Go travel and see the world. Get a move on. Dear, Myself...
Social TechSOCIAL TECH - JunkHeap (c) Oct 2019 We sit alone in our bubbles, playing around with that social tech; that leaves us further alone. Whaddaya expect? As I walk the streets looking for myself; see all the people trying to make their lives better. A world of people looking down instead of ahead, all for that social tech. Age will steal my strength and I will slowly slip away, but as my life passes before my eyes, I want to smile. Oh my love, pass my phone I have to check my social tech. Hold my hand, I want you close to me. Dear love. my time here has come to pass. I’ll see you again sometime. We sit alone in our bubbles, playing around with that social tech; that leaves us further alone. Whaddaya expect? you got it. you need it. you bate it. you tease it. you lose it. you feed it. bleed it.
The CityTHE CITY (JunkHeap © Jan 2018 / Remix Dec 2019) Feeder lanes, flowing veins, arteries twist and twine into her soul. You and I, tonight, we`ll feed her hunger. Our desire is housed within her deep. She breathes. Blind indifference to our pleas. You and I, tonight, we`ll feed her hunger. Her promise to succeed can fall down the gutter depths of demise. a slow slide. or a climb high. Crisp footsteps on her ribs, got to get somewhere. We met there, we stayed there. We talked and drank in the lowering sun between her buildings, her skin. Some days I just want to disappear into the underbelly of her charm. Getting lost in the hum of her wires. Noise of rolling tires; flowing blood. Empty and alone she can wait. Let's get absorbed in her charm, lamp light mesmerize; neon signs. Are we blind? Oh the city, she`s all around us. You and I, tonight, we`ll feed her hunger.
Don't You Forget About Me (Simple Minds (c) 1985 / JunkHeap (c) Nov 2019)
Don't You Forget About Me (Simple Minds (c) 1985 / JunkHeap (c) Nov 2019)DON'T YOU FORGET ABOUT ME (Simple Minds (c) 1985 / JunkHeap (c) Oct 2019) Won't you come see about me? I'll be alone, dancing you know it baby Tell me your troubles and doubts Giving me everything inside and out and Love's strange so real in the dark Think of the tender things that we were working on Slow change may pull us apart When the light gets into your heart, baby Don't you, forget about me Don't, don't, don't, don't Don't you, forget about me Will you stand above me? Look my way, never love me Rain keeps falling, rain keeps falling Down, down, down Will you recognize me? Call my name or walk on by Rain keeps falling, rain keeps falling Down, down, down, down Hey, hey, hey, hey Ooh woh Don't you try and pretend It's my feeling we'll win in the end I won't harm you or touch your defenses Vanity and security Don't you forget about me I'll be alone, dancing you know it baby Going to take you apart I'll put us back together at heart, baby Don't you, forget about me Don't, don't, don't, don't Don't you, forget about me As you walk on by Will you call my name? As you walk on by Will you call my name? When you walk away Or will you walk away? Will you walk on by? Come on, call my name Will you call my name? I say (Lala la la lala la la) Will you call my name? As you walk on by
BurdenA song about watching the world decline around us, and just washing our hands to it. Just live your life. Find your path. BURDEN (JunkHeap/Floor Five (c) Jul 2018) Look up, way up in the sky, do you see that star, cold and lonely shines in its solitude; in its solitude, just for you. Look around do you see the world frown; busy in itself, all around you. No one cares.. . No one in the crowd as the world goes down. Is there anyone who wants to speak up, and change the gears. Take a break; find your purpose; throw that burden off.. You know with time you'll see your place, in this cruel, imperfect world. All these years of burden are nothing but dried tears. We have to hold it all inside, and finding no relief. Feel safe, in the thought that the world has better things to bring you. Even though the newspapers feel that isn't true. Superficial, material ads that try so hard to tempt you. To believe that you aren't perfect. Hey! We're just human. Take a break, find your purpose, throw that burden off. You know with time you'll see your place in this cruel, imperfect world.
Did I Do The Right Thing (In Life)?
Did I Do The Right Thing (In Life)?A song about human nature, and wondering whether one made the right decisions in life. DOUBT - DID I DO THE RIGHT THING - JunkHeap (C) Jul 2018 / Refixed and mixed Dec 2019 The sun sets after a busy day. The hum of traffic along King's highway. Dwindling light gives away to artificial bright. He's finally home he turns the key, and the engine hum silenced; he breathes deeply. Sitting in the still darkness, as the cold creeps in, he steps out. Opening the door, his wife and kids turn to greet him. Her warm kiss, and little kids rush to hug his leg. Did I do the right thing? Is this what I want? How do I know? How do I know what I really want? She sits at home watching TV, house is empty as she fills it with what she needs. All her girlfriends have family and are happy, or so it seems... She pines over why she didn't settle down, didn't find the right man, as crazy as it sounds. She feels a pang of doubt. Did I do the right thing? Is this what I want? How do I know? How do I know what I really want?
The FieldTHE FIELD - (JunkHeap © Oct 2019) Open your heart and feel the warmth against your skin. Wide open space, the field to you it waves in the breeze. Grass blades soft as they touch along your leg. With her I sleep in this field I'd like to call my bed. Ohhh in this field, we lay. All the grey, goes away. In this crazy dream, don’t want it to fade away. Her hair moves gently through the hours we just laze. The sweet smell of her skin melds with the morning air. The peace, the silence, it's more than we could hope. Just us and mother nature, in her hand we be. Ohhh in this field, we lay. All the grey, goes away. In this crazy dream, don’t want it to fade away. You and me, you and me, you and me. Ohhh in this field, we lay. All the grey, goes away. In this crazy dream, don’t want it to fade away.
GreedGREED - JunkHeap (C) Jul 2018 Think about the middle of the summer. The sunset, the silhouette of trees; night sounds begin… A summer’s eve… Unfortunate it is, we waste away this world around us. Gather up all of our material things. Rip away all that keeps us alive. When will we see that this will destroy us. And here we are, we’re stuck right here in the city, where we can’t breathe. Where the noise and pollution just seem to increase. And I believe, that if the leaders learn to lead. Maybe they’d understand that we’re ready for so much more, than only greed. We have lost what it means to be alive. Our frenzied lives make us want to run on home and hide. What kind of world are we making? We have to stop blaming, all the previous generations, And start to see that the boat is sinking. I believe, that if the leaders learn to lead. Maybe they’d understand that we’re ready for so much more, than only greed...
Here She Comes (JunkHeap / Floor Five)
Here She Comes (JunkHeap / Floor Five)HERE SHE COMES (JunkHeap Nov 2019 (c) Floor Five Apr 2016) Here she comes, late again, on her own schedule. She thinks everybody has to abide by her time. It's half past nine, and I'm wondering what's going through her head. Hey ho, I don't know what's going on. Her curves would make a man melt; her hair is styled to perfection. Here she comes. The city lights, cars go by, reflect off of the cafe windows. The evening feels good, but she's trying too hard. She gives a smile, and looks a little shy. There's something missing in her world. She doesn't want the loneliness to ride. Here she comes. Trying to find love, nothing but love. You have it in you. Just open your heart and let the people in, and it just might lead you to what you want in the end. I hope you find love, a deep love, a meaningful love; where everything comes together. I know you are so kind. You deserve it, ya. She gives a smile, and looks a little shy. There's something missing in her world. She doesn't want the loneliness to ride. Here she comes.
DelilahDELILAH - (JunkHeap (c) Jun 2018 / Remix Dec 14 2019) With my dear so far away, I miss her, I miss her. You can see a warm night, you can see the traffic lights. and a brief phone call to meetup, a little bit of curiousity... Delilah, she loves me, just a little bit. Delilah, she loves me, she says, just a little bit. Do you remember when we used to sneak off, and everyone would wonder where we've gone? Talking about all sorts of things, sitting on that picnic table, in a city park; looking in each others eyes; deep in each others eyes. Delilah, she loves me, just a little bit. Delilah, she loves me, she says, just a little bit.
Groove (Instrumental)GROOVE (c) JunkHeap May 2018 / Re-created/Remixed Jun 2019 A song about making our way through this world. Keep moving. Keep pushing. Groove...
Meat GrinderMEAT GRINDER (JunkHeap Apr 2018 / Remixed Nov 2019) And it seems like yesterday, we remember when it was so simple. Living the vital breath of youth, and our lives meant something, in a superficial, meaningless way. Little did we know it. how our lives would change. People that we used say looked so serious, well now we're with them. The meat grinder carries on shredding dreams, so we relent to the everyday. And as we age, the real world, comes in and reality hits us. and it's a mild thought in the back of our minds, no comprehension of what's coming to us. People that we used say looked so serious, well now we're with them. The meat grinder carries on shredding dreams, so we relent to the everyday. oh yes the young will join the fold. Looking at those younger, and thinking how foolish they are; How immature, but how we envy them... We all envy them... People that we used say looked so serious, well now we're with them. The meat grinder carries on shredding dreams, so we relent to the everyday.
How Many Days
How Many DaysHOW MANY DAYS (JunkHeap © Nov 2012 / REMIX Nov 2019) How many days go by, Wondering where I'm going. How am I gonna get there, will I ever get there? How many days go by, wondering how long I'll live. With all these bad habits, that make me feel so good. How Many Days… How many days go by, wondering how long I'll be alone. Will she grace my life, will we sacrifice so much for love. Some say I think too much, but how can I not, I'd fall out of touch. With this world gone crazy, you hear me baby... oooo. We only have a little time. oooo. Make it right, ya make it right. oooo. We all have to decide. How we're going to spend these days... There's so much I want to forget, regrets. My Melancholy soul, sometimes loses control. Some days I feel like I want to fall to my knees and scream. How many days go by, where my optimist stands strong. How many days go by, where my pessimist was wrong. How many Days ( 6000x )
The World Is Turning
The World Is TurningTHE WORLD IS TURNING - (JunkHeap (c) Mar 2018 / Remix Nov 2019) The sun`s up, and my eyes try to stay shut. Take a shower, get all clean, skip everything else, I`m late, run out the door, find some food on the way. The World is Turning. Hey don`t fall away, get a little bit everyday; a little bit of different, you know what I say. Look at the people racing around boy! Look at the seasons rising and fading; Everything is revolving around us. Look at the bigger place we live in. The World is Turning. Hey don`t fall away, get a little bit everyday; a little bit of different, you know what I say. The World is Turning...
FridayFRIDAY - (JunkHeap (c) Mar 02 2018 / Remix Jun 2019) It`s a Friday. Light it up. All the noise of the weekday, let`s just burn it up. It`s a Friday. Getting down with the latest scene, friends we know we gotta see. Seeing that special someone, in the corner, through the crowd, ya I gotta ... Even tho you don't know me baby, thinking it all though, do I jibe. You know I wouldn`t hurt you baby, Come with me, we`ll have a good time. It's a Friday. Even tho you don't know me baby, thinking it all though, do I jibe. You know I wouldn`t hurt you baby, Come with me, we`ll have a good time. TGIF. so divine. It`s all mine. It's a Friday. It`s all mine. oh my...
Standing All Alone
Standing All AloneSTANDING ALL ALONE (JunkHeap (c) Feb 2018 / Remix Dec 2019) The days that go by, I sometimes wonder why, I didn't take you, and be with you. You knew my imperfections, all on the wall for examination. Just to be with you... So many times I think of that day, where hurtin's in your eyes, and I can't shake it away. Somehow I've got to move on, I've got to prove to myself, that you're not the only one. and here I stand all alone, once again. Once again. and here I stand all alone, once again... Firing up the engines, to head out and try again. I remember that side-long look you'd give me, and I'd do whatever I could... just to be with you... Endless nights, and candle light. We're just kissing, being together, and now... Here I stand all alone, once again. Once again. Here I stand all alone, once again. Can you hear me? I want you to hear me. There will be a day, after all this misery, that I can climb back up, and not have to think of you. That new girl, she'll take my arm, and we'll walk the streets; her charm, I that think this will more than do. But until then... Here I stand all alone, once again. Once again. Here I stand all alone, once again...
Humans BeingHUMANS BEING - JunkHeap (c) Feb 2018 / Remix Dec 2019 Here I stand, dripping wet in our tears. Watching the world go by. So many things we want to change, ya! oh change! So we wanna change it all, we wanna see it perfect. always reaching, always searching, that perfect world. that illusive world... We're just humans being, it's the way we've always done things. How can we make it right? When so many things make us bleed. and I know we won't let it ride, because we're humans being. We're just humans being, it's the way we've always done things.
But I Feel Alright
But I Feel AlrightBUT I FEEL ALRIGHT - (JunkHeap (c) Feb 2018 / Remix: Dec 2019) So the light is here, and the days are grey. Doesn't matter to me. oh ya. but when the sun goes down, those gold-red colours, man that's all I need, oh ya. ooo, I got to keep moving on. ooo, I gotta keep on going. But I feel alright... The world is a mess. Take a look around, I guess we'll figure it all out. All the pain, starvation, and destruction, dirty little lies, greedy politicians, bleeding away at my energy, and my potential. We're coming together, finding hope, in these times. But I feel alright...
I'll be Thinking of You
I'll be Thinking of YouA song of sarcasm about leaving and getting away from it all. I`LL BE THINKING OF YOU - (JunkHeap (c) Jan 2018 / Remix Dec 2019) Spending the nights awake thinking it has to be done, it did her good, it did her good. Her mood hit the floor; found the strength to get away, it did her good, it did her good. Turn another corner, leaving the house forever. With cynicism in her voice, she said to herself, I`ll be thinking of you. I`ll be thinking of you. He had enough, hesitated, but bought a ticket out of his town, out of his town. Packed his bags, and got on a plane, because he really didn`t see a point of hanging around, hanging around. He stepped on the plane, tipped his hat and said, I`ll be thinking of you. They both worked their fingers to the bone, it was a too much to deal with at their age; Trying to retire, and turn the page. They got in the car, he turned the keys, and they went east, never looking back and they both said to the past, and laughed... I'll be thinking of you. I'll be thinking of you...
Just One More Time Again
Just One More Time AgainJUST ONE MORE TIME AGAIN - (JunkHeap (c) Dec 2017 / Remix Dec 2019) I see you; you have been a friend, through all of the worst times, and all of the best. I see the girls from the past, oh yes. There's some regret, mixed with the gentle words we had. ...and I'm seeing a time where those feelings never end. ...and I wanna say, 'just one more time again'. Mama, can I go out and play? She turns to me and says 'ok but be back before dark'. Playing ball with those I know, on a summers' day. Feeling fresh and keen, on the deep green grass, before everything seemed to change. ...and I'm seeing a time where those feelings never end. ...and I wanna say, 'just one more time again'. Some people say, you gotta live for tomorrow, I can't forget yesterday, it takes away from who I am now... ...and I'm seeing a time where those feelings never end. ...and I wanna say, 'just one more time again'.
Where Did You Go?
Where Did You Go?WHERE DID YOU GO? - (JunkHeap (c) Dec 2017 / Remix Dec 2019) The cars are passing by on a one-way street. It's got me thinking of sleep. So tired of this whole life; my mind is dry. Where's the nearest place to drink? Movin' round this world solo, and I think it's time to give. But I'm not gonna search away inside, and spend the rest of my life thinking, as the street lights dim. Doo, doo, doo... Where did you go? ...in my life. Where did you go? oh, baby, baby, baby, I miss you so. Oh maybe, baby, maybe just maybe, you're my gravy on top of my soul. It's all right, a little bit, it's all right, you got to give it, it's all right, you gotta try hard, We gotta live it, it's not so easy We gotta live it, I gotta try, it's so hard, we gotta push it. it's so hard, we gotta push it alright. Doo, doo, doo... Where did you go? ...in my life. Where did you go?