I don't eat junk foods and I don't think junk thoughts.
quote by Peace Pilgrim
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Junk Food Junkie
Johnny's got an addiction
He's strung out without conviction
He was raised with a microwave
Sticky trashy fast food slave
He's a junk food junky
He could be a lot more spunky hunky
But he's a junk food junky
Blame it on the food yeah, you know it's bad
Mother doesn't really know
Shopping in a glossy show
Then again her budget's low
Her health so bad it makes her slow
She's a junk food junky
She's stressed and very jumpy
She's a junk food junky
Blame it on the food yeah, we know its bad
Blame it on the food yeah, we know it's bad
Jenny's in a fix
With her arithmetics
Poor concentration
Boys in the classroom cause agitation
She's a junk food junky
She could be a lot more fun
But she's a junk food junky
Blame it on the food yeah
Blame it on the food yeah
Blame it on the food yeah
You know it's bad
You know it's bad
B a d ! !
song performed by by X-Ray Spex
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Junk Food Junkie
Johnny's got an addiction
He's strung out without conviction
He was raised with a microwave
Sticky trashy fast food slave
He's a junk food junky
He could be a lot more spunky hunky
But he's a junk food junky
Blame it on the food yeah, you know it's bad
Mother doesn't really know
Shopping in a glossy show
Then again her budget's low
Her health so bad it makes her slow
She's a junk food junky
She's stressed and very jumpy
She's a junk food junky
Blame it on the food yeah, we know its bad
Blame it on the food yeah, we know it's bad
Jenny's in a fix
With her arithmetics
Poor concentration
Boys in the classroom cause agitation
She's a junk food junky
She could be a lot more fun
But she's a junk food junky
Blame it on the food yeah
Blame it on the food yeah
Blame it on the food yeah
You know it's bad
You know it's bad
B a d ! !
song performed by by X-Ray Spex
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Space Junk
She was walking all alone
Down the street in the alley
Her name was sally
She never saw it
When she was hit by space junk
In new york miami beach
Heavy metal fell in cuba
Angola saudi arabia
On xmas eve said norad
A soviet sputnik hit africa
India venezuela (in texas
Kansas)
Its falling fast peru too
It keeps coming
And now Im mad about space junk
Im all burned out about space junk
Oooh walk & talk about space junk
It smashed my babys head
And now my sallys dead
song performed by by Devo
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Timing X/space Junk
She was walking all alone
Down the street in the alley
Her name was sally
She never saw it
When she was hit by space junk
In new york miami beach
Heavy metal fell in cuba
Angola saudi arabia
On xmas eve said norad
A soviet sputnik hit africa
India venezuela (in texas
Kansas)
Its falling fast peru too
It keeps coming
And now Im mad about space junk
Im all burned out about space junk
Oooh walk & talk about space junk
It smashed my babys head
And now my sallys dead
song performed by by Devo
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Junk For A Rainy Day (Fun Poem 27)
I opened the cupboard door,
and it all came tumbling out.
All the junk I had saved
for that proverbial rainy day.
You know how it is;
I might need that someday,
so you store it away.
Over the years you accumulate stuff
you are never going to need,
until you are over run
with junk you will never use.
However, I can bet you any money,
that if you throw any of it away.
A week or so down the line and you will find.
You will want something
from that junk that you threw away,
so you start back saving
for another proverbial rainy day.
poem by David Harris
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Space Junk
(hues / feldman)
Yeah
Drifting down the spaceway
By the betelgeuse hotel
Mapping out constellations
Of the place I know so well
Sifting through the system
For the piece that knows my name
Endlessly I listen, in the master game
Chorus:
Welcome to my world
(welcome to my world)
Welcome to my only world
(welcome to my only world)
It is full of space junk
But your words are coming through
Im riding on the space junk
And its bringing me to you
Bringing me to you
Through the tenth dimension
To the certainties beyond
Dreamily inattention, and the sub-atomic bomb
Machine that spins within me
And the spirit that drives me on
Searching for an answer
Repeat chorus with ad lib
Sitting on the space junk
What I am to do
Riding on the space junk
And its bringing me to you
My head is full of space junk
But your words are coming through
Riding on the space junk
And its bringing me to you
Its bringing me to you (repeat)
song performed by by Wang Chung
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Junk
Junk
Motorcars, handlebars, bicycles for two
Brokenhearted jubilee
Parachutes, army boots, sleeping bags for two
Sentimental jamboree
Buy, buy says the sign in the shop window
Why, why says the junk in the yard
Ya da da da da la da da da
Buy, buy says the sign in the shop window
Why, why says the junk in the yard
Ya da da da da da da la la la la la
Candlesticks, building bricks,
Something old and new
Memories for you and me
Words and music by paul mccartney
song performed by by John Denver
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Doctor Junk
Dr. junk the dentist man
Fills your teeth with what he can
Airplane wings and corset stays
And when hes done hell let you pay
In paper clips or inner tubes
Or anything thats slightly used
Hes not really crazy
Only nuts ... and bolts
And rusty rings make him do
The strangest things
Dr. junk the dentist has
An office full of colored glass
A garden with a paddle wheel
And funny plants for eye appeal
And though he watches them with care
Ive never seen them growing there
Hes not really crazy
Only nuts ... and bolts
And rusty rings make him do
Eccentric things
Dr. junk the dentist built
A junky castle up on stilts
Junk within and junk throughout
And tv in the chimney spout
And fourteen levels to each floor
And now hes adding fourteen more
Hes not really crazy
Only nuts ... and bolts
And rusty rings make him do
The strangest things
song performed by by Joni Mitchell
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Junk is the ultimate merchandise. The junk merchant does not sell his product to the consumer, he sells the consumer to the product. He does not improve and simplify his merchandise, he degrades and simplifies the client.
quote by William Seward Burroughs
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Junk is the ultimate merchandise. The junk merchant does not sell his product to the consumer, he sells the consumer to the product. He does not improve and simplify his merchandise, he degrades and simplifies the client.
quote by William S. Burroughs
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Where No One Works!
hauling scrap metal,
junk...
old washers, dryers,
old beat up cars,
rusted down high octane
roads going nowhere.....
metallic flowers,
dying and dead,
never to bloom again...
hauling junk...
trading metal for milk,
bread, and potatoes...
in the land where no one works!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Junk
Motor cars, handle bars
Bicycles for two
Broken hearted jubilee
Parachutes, army boots
Sleeping bags for two
Sentimental jamboree
Buy buy
Says the sign in the shop window
Why why
Says the in junk the yard
Candlesticks, building bricks
Some old and new
Memories for you and me
Buy buy
Says the sign in the shop window
Why why
Says the in junk in the yard
song performed by by Paul McCartney
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Wilmas Rainbow
You heard about, be your own man
You talk a lot and loud
Illustrate the obvious boy
Youre mentally endowed
Watershed year comes
Youre flush with fever
The richest junk dealer
Honestly, a book you read once let you
Think in rhyme. the old extreme sits
Pale and molds now for the
Millionth time
Wilmas rainbow of peaceful colors
The richest junk dealer
song performed by by Helmet
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Junk The Magic Dragon
Mellow yellow acid kiss
Warhol painted callio-trips
Spining, spining, spin again
Coke, tar, crystal methane thrill
Cash in dime for a ride
My brain like eggs is cracked and fried
Cash in dime for a ride
My brain like eggs is cracked and fried
Junk the magic dragon
Lives, in my pain
Junk the magic dragon, yeah
Love will always end, it ends in pain
(?)
Bones are pulled so tight on skin
Like canvas tent poles or something
I need smiles on my lips
Oh, but it gives incentives
Cash in dime for a ride
My brain like eggs is cracked and fried
Cash in dime for a ride
My stone black jeans look just real fine
Junk the magic dragon
Lives, in my pain
Junk the magic dragon, yeah
Love will always end, it ends in pain
(?)
song performed by by Marilyn Manson
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Disgrace Of My Existence
I was a teddy once
now i am a junk
sitting in a junk yard
I found myself like a
like a useless stuff...
One of them...
Like burden of the world,
Like cause of disease, like a
like disdained...
Huh..
You can not understand it
its apart from geometry
apart from algebra..
Its about philosophy...
Once upon a time,
I was your part of your tears
sorrows
but now all tears dried up..
Everything messed..
Fate is gone..
Faith has been disappear...
Trust been broken..
Love got fade..like a
like a wither rose..
Now frustration all around me..
Feed it..
Eat it..
Ases of my existence is creeping from the edge.. Like a
Like a cigarette..
poem by Utsav Patel
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New York City Serenade
Billy, hes down by the railroad tracks, sittin low in the back seat of his cadillac,
Diamond jackie, shes so intact, she falls so softly beneath him,
Jackies heels are stacked, billys got cleats on his boots,
Together theyre gonna boogaloo down broadway and come back home with the
Loot,
Its midnight in manhattan, this is no time to get cute, its a mad dogs promenade,
So walk tall, or baby dont walk at all.
Fish lady, fish lady, fish lady she baits them tenement walls,
She wont take cornerboys, aint got no money, and theyre so easy,
I said, hey baby wont you take my hand, walk me down broadway,
Im a young man and I talk real loud, yeah, baby walk real proud for you.
So shake it away, so shake away your street life, shake away your city life,
And hook up to the train, hook up to the night train, hook it up hook up to the, hook up to the train,
But I know that she wont take the train, no she wont take the train,
No she wont take the train, no she wont take the train
Shes afraid them tracks are gonna slow her down,
And when she turns this boyll be gone
So long, sometimes you just gotta walk on.
Hey vibes man, hey jazz man play me your serenade
Any deeper blue and youre playin in your grave
Save your notes, dont spend em on the blues boy,
Save your notes, dont spend em on the darlin yearlin sharp boy,
Straight for the church note ringin, vibes man sting a trash can
Listen to your junk man, listen to your junk man,
Listen to your junk man, listen to your junk man,
Hes singin, singin, singin, singin.
All dressed up in satin, walkin past the alley.
Watch out for you junk man, watch out for your junk man,
Watch out for your junk man.
song performed by by Bruce Springsteen
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Junk
Junk.
You don't need it.
Get ready for it to be depleted.
Prepare for a hunk of relief...
And a reprieve from stress,
A repression that had left you,
Down.
Finding you not wanting it around.
And all that 'junk' you once claimed yours...
You will be glad to remove it from your door.
To put it on the curb as trash.
Happy to leave that crap in your past at last!
And keeping up with the 'Joneses'?
Will no longer be a trip you wish to take.
Discovering your own journey...
Although delayed,
Much to your liking.
After you have decided,
To bite through your grief...
And get behind the driver's seat!
Feeling 'good'.
Like you should!
You may not have the financial freedom...
Being in 'debt' provided you.
But you sure will enjoy the view,
With a renewed and refreshed attitude!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Limit Of Tolerance
It is best to be shown,
By the one detected they are not to be bothered.
Than it is to be known,
As the one who collects other's junk to dump.
Inconvenienced by this and misunderstood to be a chump.
People wont say it but that's what they think.
When someone is designated always available,
To be believed to have a loosened link.
People wont say it but that's what they think.
Yes, it's best to to show,
There is a limit of tolerance.
Than to be the one chosen...
With unlimited patience when there isn't.
Some people may pretend they comprehend,
With a patience given.
But a patience it isn't.
Some people 'look' as if they're there to listen,
With a patience given.
But a patience it isn't.
Some people may keep their mouths kept closed.
Preferring to keep their distance.
And some may not want their thoughts exposed.
Even if their thoughts may make a difference.
It is best to be shown,
By the one detected they are not to be bothered.
Than it is to be known,
As the one who collects other's junk to dump.
Inconvenienced by this and misunderstood to be a chump.
People wont say it but that's what they think.
When someone is designated always available,
To be believed to have a loosened link.
People wont say it but that's what they think.
If one is deemed as approachable.
And perceived to have a desperate disposition.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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My Humps
(trumpets)
*sighs*
What you gon do with all that junk, all that junk inside your trunk?
Imma get-get-get-get you drunk, get you love drunk off my hump.
My hump my hump, my hump my hump my hump.
My hump my hump my hump. My lovely little lumps.
Check it out
I drive these brothers crazy; I do it on the day
Look, they treat me really nicely; they buy me all these ices:
Dolce and Gabbana, Vinny and Nedonna.
Caring, they be sharing all their money, got me wearing fly
Brother I aint asking, they say they love my ass and
Seven jeans to religion, I say no but they keep giving
So I keep on taking, and no I aint taking,
We can keep on dating, I keep on demonstrating my love.
My love my love my love. You love my lady lumps.
My hump my hump my hump. My humps, they got you
Shes got me spending(ooh)
Spending all your money on me, and spending time on me [x2]
On, on me, on me.
What you gon do with all that junk, all that junk inside that trunk?
Imma get-get-get-get you drunk, get you love drunk off my hump.
What you gon do with all that ass, all that ass inside them jeans?
Imma make-make-make-make you scream, make you scream make you scream!
Cuz of my hump, my hump my hump my hump,
My hump my hump my hump, my lovely lady lumps.
Check it out
I met a girl down at the disco, she said:
Hey, hey-hey yeh lets go. I could be your baby; you could be my honey, lets spend time, not money and:
Mix your milk with my cocoa, puh - milky, milky cocoa, mix your milk with my cocoa, huh - milky, milky right
They say Im really sexy. Them boys, they wanna sex me,
They always standing next to me, always dancing next to me.
Trying to feel my hump, hump, looking at my lump, lump,
You can look but you cant touch it, if you touch it
Imma start some drama, you dont want no drama.
Nono drama, nononono drama.
So dont pull on my hand boy, you aint my man boy
Im just trying to dance boy, and move my hump, my hump,
My hump my hump my hump, my hump my hump my hump,
My hump my hump my hump, my lovely lady lumps,
My lovely lady lumps, my lovely lady lumps,
In the back and in the front, my loving got you
Shes got me spending(ooh)
Spending all your money on me, and spending time on me [x2]
On, on me, on me.
What you gon do with all that junk, all that junk inside that trunk?
Imma get-get-get-get you drunk, get you love drunk off my hump.
What you gon do with all that ass, all that ass inside them jeans?
Imma make-make-make-make you scream, make you scream make you scream!
What you gon do with all that junk, all that junk inside that trunk?
Imma get-get-get-get you drunk, get you love drunk off this hump.
What you gon do with all that breast, all that breast inside that shirt?
Imma make-make-make-make you work, make you work-work, make you work.
*sighs*
Shes got me spending(ooh)
Spending all your money on me, and spending time on me [x2]
On, on me, on me.
(piano)
song performed by by Black Eyed Peas
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Why Don't Ya Go?
Get away... get away
Don't bother me today
I don't wanna hear
It... not here
Not now
How o how
Can you talk to me?
Ignore me happily
And hope i don't die
Why won't you just leave
Take all your junk with a mighty heave
I don't want your junk today, let me suffer from the temptation of yesterday
The failure of the past
The memory of the iconoclast
The Open book, the one who is the archetype of fey
You've done this to me, so why don't ya just go
Don't talk to me no mo'
I won't listen
I'll devour your words and make them my identity
This hate, this is me, can't you see
All you did to me? Why don't you ever stop or relent
It doesn't matter if i repent
You're always there
Just to dare
Me to think deeper with honesty, you fuel the hate i crave
I hate you, because you made me hate me, now there is no one to save
Me from the hate, because...because... it's made me complete
It's given me a purpose, O how i revel in defeat...
poem by David Knox
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