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Trash Heap of Hits

by Junkyard Jesse

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1.
Cocaine 01:44
Cocaine gets me through the morning Cocaine gets me through the night Cocaine hits me like a freight train Cocaine makes me feel alright A couple lines to get me up and out of bed A little sugar with my coffee or my tea A little bump to stop the pounding in my head I'll blow a hundred yeah 'cause nothin' comes for free Sore throat and vacant wallet the next morning Feel like shit 'cause I didn't get no sleep What will I do when my pockets are all empty? In the alley smokin' crack rocks is probably where I'll be
2.
Awake 03:04
World is dead but I'm awake Three A.M. can't get no sleep Drag the pen around the page Nothing seems to take a shape Cast my mind back on the day A million thoughts I'd tucked away A meter nothing seems to fit No poison left inside my pen Head is empty no more words Nothing left I need to say Nothing left to be erased I don't know just what to do I can't seem to find a way To squeeze more blood out on the page Watch the shadows cross the wall Watch the moonlight's rise and fall The streetlight flickers off and on World is dead but I'm awake What I'd give to close my eyes Brain won't let me set aside Melody without a verse So I'll struggle with the page A few more hours til the day I'll conjure up this one last line
3.
Johnny was a millwright, lost three fingers and a thumb Never quit a minute early until the job was done Til one day he got a pink slip after a graveyard shift So he socked the foreman in the mouth with the remainder of his fist I was comin' on for changeout when I heard the sirens wail It took four cops to throw ol' Johnny in the county jail Well Johnny told me sometimes You ain't got nothin' to lose and he'd rather go down swingin' than playing by the rules Miss Suzie came up short when all the bills came due So she went on down to 4th where she could turn a trick or two I asked her, "hey Miss Suzie, why you walk the streets at night?" She said, "boy you know I'm doin' what I need to get on by You also sell your body when you go to work each day. You see, everyone's a whore in their own kinda way." Miss Suzie told me sometimes You ain't got nothin' to lose And she'd rather go down whorin' Than playin' by the rules So recall these words I say before you lecture and accuse You might be talkin' down to someone who's got nothing to lose.
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Walk the rope without a net No second chance to hedge our bet Aloof to the reality of a strain we can't undo Turn the TV on Shut your mind and now you're gone Uncritical of anything that confirms your point of view Satisfied by mental sedation Watch the last train leave the station With a shrug & laugh Condemned to run this rut The door is drawing shut Push it off until tomorrow to face the problems we made Burn the candle at both ends No desire to make amends On the wane our self-destruction is something celebrated On a crash course with disaster Surfiet has become your master But the excess can't sustain Faces to the sky Kiss the world goodbye She doesn't have a mechanism to settle our account Watch the sun set one last time Convinced that all is fine Oblivious to the path we took to reach the end we've found
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Well she shakes her ass down where the pipeline of cash spills dollars out on the stage When I came around you know that's where I found her at a little place called P.J.'s She came up in '08 man, lookin' for work and tryin' to find a place to crash Now she's dealing blow out of the back of the show and livin' down on 10th ave CHORUS: She's an angel on Bus #7 A ballerina with a switchblade scar Man you know she ain't no uptown girl She's the queen, queen of Spenard I met her 'round 4, I was just lookin' to score some dope and be on my way But the warmth of her smile made me linger a while and her humor made me stay She was a Belfast bomb with ginger curls, man, she had me enticed She was 32 and I was ten years her junior but I had to roll the dice We hung out the night through and I could tell that she knew exactly what I was thinkin' When I said there ain't no love at the bottom of the jug of Monarch that you've been drinkin' She told me baby, I don't need no savin' 'cause I'm doing fine on my own So I walked away with my heart in my hands and my last dollar up my nose.

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Debut EP from Junkyard Jesse.

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released July 15, 2014

Philthy Phil, Dick Nitrous

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Junkyard Jesse Anchorage, Alaska

Junkyard Jesse is a veteran punker with an acoustic guitar singing songs about boozin', losin', fast cars and broken hearts. An Alaskan barroom bard, Junkyard Jesse pens lyrics that go straight to the heart (or maybe the pants).

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