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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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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Junk
Motorcars, handlebars, bicycles for two broken hearted jubilee parachutes, army boots, sleeping bags for two na na na na jamboree buy buy... motorcars, handlebars, bicycles for two broken hearte
Ilee parachutes, army boots, sleeping bags for you na na na jamboree buy buy... ... the shopwindow why why, says the sign in the yard buy buy, says the sign in the shop window why why, says the
In the yard
song performed by by Beatles
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Buy, buy, says the sign in the shop window; Why, why, says the junk in the yard.
quote by Paul McCartney
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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 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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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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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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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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I don't eat junk foods and I don't think junk thoughts.
quote by Peace Pilgrim
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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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I Do It For Your Love
Words & music by paul simon
We were married on a rainy day
The sky was yellow
And the grass was gray
We signed the papers
And we drove away
I do it for your love
The rooms were musty
And the pipes were old
All that winter we shared a cold
Drank all the orange juice
That we could hold
I do it for your love
Found a rug
In an old junk shop
And I brought it home to you
Along the way the colors ran
The orange bled the blue
The sting of reason
The splash of tears
The northern and the southern
Hemisphere
Love emerges and it disappears
I do it for your love
I do it for your love
song performed by by Paul Simon
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A Room At The Top.
It was a room
at the top of the building
music being played
from some hifi system
and Judy said
you dance quite well
thanks
you said
haven't seen you
here before
she looked at you
with her dark eyes
I come for the drug aid
they help me here
to get of the junk
oh right
you replied
looking for signs
of needle marks
or signs in the eyes
you take junk?
No I'm a booze clown
you said
she nodded
and danced to the music
for a moment or so
my parents are doctors
in the City and have put me
in the hospital but I get out
for a few hours
and they let me
come here for the help
you looked at her dressed
in her tight slacks
and over long jumper
her breasts small
compact
untouchable
her hips swaying
to the music's beat
the way she moved
drawing you in
smelling her scent
her words lost
in a singer's voice
a guitar whining
in and out
maybe I can come see you
you have to shout
over the music's rising sound
sure
she said
moving her neat ass
as she moved around
and she whispered
the address and where
the hospital was
and how to get there
then she was whisked away
by some guy
with a drugged out
look in his eye
and you watched her sway
moving off
going slowly
but sexily away.
poem by Terry Collett
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Dustman
Don't be frightened in the dusk
As he comes after emptying the dustbins.
This dutiful work horse you can bet each way,
He'll be home soon definitely
After having few gulps of illicit liquor
From a junk shop to wash the dusty gullet.
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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The baby sitter!
Angel!
If you look after me
This old good for nothing skeleton
Like the babies you fingering here,
I am not rich but I have my old pram
My poor deceased Mom brought from a junk yard.
And my last will I grant for you
The fragile heart you can use as a mirror!
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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Sign On The Door
Wendys sittin next to me shes trying hard to drink it away and I feel the rumble of the subway beneath the stage and her eyes are screaming and her lips are pursed and this aint he
St heartache but it feels like, it feels like the worst and she says can someone tell me how this can happen and I guess that God only knows my heart used to be the sweet shop of lov
Ut now the sign on the door it says sorry were closed and I hear myself tell her some old words I know they wont help and then I feel guilty cause I closed some sweet shops myself
We all talk about timing and lifestyles and such but to a heart thats been shattered those words dont mean that much and all of our pining it just goes to show dont you enter a sh
With the sign on the door saying sorry were closed and shes been through all the pain that one can endure and her new man thinks she loves him but he cant be sure and his heart pi
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For wendy she says thats how it goes how am I supposed to know he cant read the sign saying sorry were closed yeah were closed and she says can someone tell me how this can ha
and I guess that God only knows my heart used to be the sweet shop of love but theres a sign on the door theres a sign on the door theres a sign on the door theres a sign on th
R one more sign
song performed by by Edwin McCain
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Man Your Garbage
Your the left over that no one eats
You just rot in the fridge
Until someone throws it away
Your the dirty dishes that no one
Want to clean up
Cause the left overs are still in the pan
Your the trash that stinks up the house
Your the junk that I need to throw away
But don't have the heart to
Your everything that I don't need
And yet your still here
Stinking up the place and rotting away
It's time to start cleaning up the place
And I'm gonna start by
Throwing all your stuff out the window
So don't be surprised if all your stuff
Is in a with all of left overs
And dirty dishes
And the trash
And the junk
All the stuff that's garbage
Including all your stuff that crowds up my place
Your shop door
I looked at the sign on your shop door
it didnt say open or closed
I tried the handle because I wasnt sure.
Thats why im here inside
Well that and the fact I want some sweats
my dad often goes to the Cafe
and they look at him when ever he eats
he takes a packed lunch
he sits on the seats
there was this one time when he got a punch
it was because he wasnt allowed to buy
they threw him out they give him a black eye
they spat on him and I never knew why.
I looked at the sign on your shop door
it didnt say open or closed
I tried the handle because I wasnt sure.
That cafe he entered was open
and he was not there when the window was broken
he just needed somewhere to sit on a rainy noon
an accent like his?
The roads were his only room.
They're tools? Knives, falks and spoons
His? a shovel, a graft, to dig out the root which so many hold onto.
I pass your shop every day thinking,
'Open or closed to enter I dont know if I want to'.
poem by Daniel McCann
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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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