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JUNK TRUNK

by Jon-Olov Woxlin

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1.
Throwing knives, making a mess, drinking beer and dancing To the beat of my tapping feet. I’m like a wild cock prancing ’round the stage in a rampage, free from the cage. Turning the page, making minimum wage as the morning breaks, my brain starting to ache, Why did I have to wake up, I feel I’m gonna throw up Way into the day, you know I feel the decay, how my memory fails - I do not know what to say, I try to remiss, but it’s all a thick mist And I only get the gist of it, I’m beginning to get sick of it Like a biblical scene, though portrayed through a meme, the riders are comin’; an apocalyptical summoning The night is falling like a stone; I’m tormented, being scorned Shunned by the night owls, trapped behind closed doors Thrown upon deserted shores, fighting off in foreign wars Shoplifting in random stores, concerned o’er using too much force I’m just like the next guy, looking for signs in the night sky, Mars crashes into Venus, Hope Tellus hasn’t seen us. Back in the night club, receiving a back rub Ripping off a doorknob, ripping of the volume nub Ripping off the Ripper, he’s in the corner jacking off to strippers. I’m back to where I came from; got some advice? Let me have some! I try to be honest – I’m wanted in Juárez Where’s the exit? I’d really like to find it.
2.
I’ll leave this place before it all comes crumbling down And I won’t look back ‘til it has all been said and done Until we meet again I am the mean son of a gun That’ll hunt you down before the setting of the sun I’ll stay equipped with my weapon by my side Heading back for home where my friends used to hide Along this weary road there are a few uncertainties That I never will understand, so baby, help me please Hand me one more whiskey and I’ll pour it down my wound Heavy thoughts are more than I can bare I know that it won’t set me in the right mood It will only make me think that I’m am there Already there The fightin side of me will only drag me from the cold It won’t make me think straight nor help me carry this heavy load There may be a solution somewhere that hasn’t yet been told But there are no clues to go on along this ragged road The sun will keep on shining long after I am gone I wish that I could say the same for this song I’m feeling mighty haggard, though my face is looking well Whether or not I’m feeling bad no one can tell
3.
The sparkle in her eyes had vanished Along with her spiritual possessions I don’t know you anymore He told her with a grin There’s only so much one can do To make her head spin Everything changes according to the wind Even her innocent, yet disturbing sins The mocking bird laughs at her As she’s stumbling down the path Which she has built upon her mismanaged wrath Esoteric woman of the night She’s always wrong, yet somehow always right Her hands have weakened from years of distress It’s more than just life itself that she’s learnt to detest Even her archaic figured shadow in the dark Can no longer set off a colorful spark The movement of her sway, as she’s descending down the stairs Towards her secret life of carnal affairs Gives me a glimpse of whom she really is Yet I’d drop dead if only she’d throw me a kiss Her gentle approach to the mysteries of life Seem both provocative and oh so hard to describe Yet I’m struggling with words of a foreign tongue Only so I can keep on singing this song She doesn’t canonize any sort of God Just like myself she looks at mud as mud Doesn’t put labels on any worldly thing She’d never consider waring a wedding ring
4.
The color of your skin Outshines the evening sky You have a fire within That no man can deny I’d peel of your reflection From the mirror into which you glance If only I had the time You’re so quick in your dance You make poetry vibrate At the uttering o fits words I’d never pound on your gate If I knew that it would hurt. Your mystery is overwhelming You’ll never cease to amaze. T’was written in the bones Of the entire human race. Just like a picture By Edgar Degas Your elegant posture, Like that of a star, Tells us of a story About a girl of great skill, A girl bound for glory A girl with great will You make flowers blossom You make the oceans sound Let me lay at your bosom And hear your heart pound You’re as soft as an air Heavenly sung Come here, ma chere Our journey’s just begun Sweet child of bliss Heed every call And be sure not to miss The greatest of them all. It will rock you to sleep And awake you reborn The angels will weep They’ll all blow their horn. A union will come To be my dear The skies will drum And the willows will shiver with fear I just cannot wait For us to be one. The hour is late Our journey’s just begun
5.
You said that you were leaving But that was a long time ago The gifts that you’d been receiving made it hard to let things go We built our home in the great North East Free to roam Where our troubles would matter least Near to the sea Far from any settlement We thought we both agreed That this would do us best Now the clouds are turning Into colors of grey And we haven’t much left to say Our troublesome minds are searching For reasons to stay But that’s left to say for another day Months are passing, years are comin’ The forest thickens, roses are fading Pendulum swings, hearts a-drumming The waters rising, our house’s decaying The screen door slamming Against the door post It’s all overwhelming We never realized the cost Of this lonesomeness That we’re now enduring You’ve put on your wedding dress And my tuxedo, soon I’ll be wearing The sea is an open room with a big floor that sways the ocean lies within our gaze we’re descending into the gloom and are gone with the touch of the waves with nothing left to say for another day
6.
The screens glow weaker The sun goes deeper Pretend you’re a seeker Throw down the keeper Put on your glasses Read Kafka's The Process Throw all your dice and Ride all your horses Don’t get drunk, Nor listen to punk Mobilize your forces And open up the junk trunk Spit out your moist snuff Avoid eating meatloaf Pretend you’ve seen enough Get over your bad cough Show off your high heel Shoes and their big bill Make people around you feel How it is to perform a kill But don’t get drunk Nor listen to funk Get your feet upon the hill and Open up the junk trunk Listen to Nirvana Convert to Buddhism Try to reach Nirvana Neglect all criticism Trust your intuition Have your Eurovision Song contest visions About your own admissions But don’t get drunk, Nor listen to punk Handle all your addictions And open up the junk trunk Pour your liquor down the drain It spurts back in your face Enough for you to go insane Your doc claims it’s a bad case Treated by nurses Stuck by needles Exposed by curses Listening to Beatles Don’t get drunk Nor sober as a hunk The emblem on your shield says Open up the junk trunk The weather changes The monkeys in your cages Feel the storm rages Never have for ages You’re being blessed, finding Christ, Regretting being circumcised, Being born, paralyzed Regretting being baptized Don’t get drunk Nor listen to junk Get your feet upon the hill and Open up the junk trunk
7.
Baby, take a look See who’s knocking on my front door Baby, take a look See if he’s been here before Oh, I can not recall seeing him around He can’t be from here He ain’t the one Just unlock the door, babe You don’t need to treat him as your son Bang your drum Sing your song The war has just begun Baby, smell the air Drink the water from your well Baby, if you dare Or maybe you’re not feeling too well Oh, the tears you fell Flooded our lands Created a new ice age Made God lose his hands Around you people saying, bragging How this was bound to come Bang your drum Sing your song The war has just begun On the other side of nowhere Bombs are exploding No one dares to go there ’cept those driven by fear Here we’re singing deals And silently applauding No one know how it feels To be aimed at by a gear Drink your beer Shed your tears Your new world is here
8.
I’ve come to lend a helping hand You look like you’re in need of a friend I’ve seen your face on the beaches, in the sand You are mysterious to me I’ve followed your tear stained path I’ve seen you been consumed by wrath Sometimes I wish we’d never even met No one has baffled me like thee You see, the bells are tolling yet again A metallic sound of broken faith A still-born baby is lying in the den Of the poor, weak yet great Mother of fate I’ve traveled many miles I’ve seen sorrow in many a-smile I’ve broken one too many precious tile On this roof of destiny The walls are cracked, the beast alive We’ve learned our best to manage to survive Into the waters of control, I would dive If it wasn’t such a vast sea You see, the bells are tolling yet again A metallic sound of broken faith A still-born baby is lying in the den Of the poor, weak yet great Mother of fate
9.
Countless times I’ve seen you die On the brink of giving up with a last goodbye Stop and listen to the children’s choir The won’t sound the same when their youth expires The neon lights are blinking Down the avenue The hobos stand around drinking Not knowing what else to do. It makes you wonder Why the eye of the thunder Has its gaze on you You’re wondering how to make amends With your inner demons causing suspense Sometimes you’ve just go to take a chance And live your life to the fullest You’re going back working After a gloomy holiday In the darkness, someone’s lurking Trying to steal your pay It kind-a makes you wonder Why the voice of the thunder Has not much to say Lighting dances to a storm of fire Enough for anyone to lose their mind Thor is smashing hard with his mighty hammer A heavy wind howls through the lonely pines You’ve left me a vacant lot Where I can sit and slowly rot I just cannot take another shot, I’d buckle up if only I had the guts The leaves of yesteryear Have returned into dust Yet, still year after year I’m stuck with you as a ghost It makes you wonder Why the blaze of the thunder Still flashes the most
10.
A picture of guilt is hung on the wall A mixture of colors that’ve sprung from my soul I don’t need to tell you what deed I have done You know it within, that I’ve done you wrong The strokes of the paint brush Applied so sublime Were painted in a deadly rush On my way into town   The hour draws near in which we’ll depart Com here, my dear, and wrap up my heart I’m sitting here waiting for time to get by The silence is broken with an occasional sigh Hanging behind me is a canvas of guilt Put in a frame that my conscience has built I saw you in my head Last night when I was alone Sleeping on our common bed In our common home You told me: dear, let’s take it from the start I replied alright, but first, wrap up my heart Wrap up my heart and put in a sack Mail it to Russia, or mail it to Iraq Send it to the white house and maybe they’ll see That my heart ain’t so white as they would want it to be There’s an exhibition Going on inside my mind Where my premonitions Are just running wild Up until now I always thought I was smart Now I know better, so, wrap up my heart
11.
You've followed me since my adolecense you've destroyed me and you've built me up again Along the way I guess you've given me a few good lessons but in all 'onesty, you are the worst of friends I tried to see and understand the reason for you to even ever bother me, but all that I saw was signs of depression, and I knew that would never set me free I tried to be free from any distractions, anything that could have an impact on my mind If I'd cut my brain into a million little sections still, there would be no answers to find
12.
I’ve made up my mind, this time I’ll not lag behind I will try to find Another way out of here alive Don’t you know that music’s been dead since the eighties? It’s remarkable that some good acts still made it Let me hear you say it The millennial whoop The millennial whoop The millennial whoop How does it feel being duped? This is way worse Than selling your soul to the devil The meaning of this verse ain’t got no deep secrets to unravel Don’t you know that lyrics are no longer profound? The same old stories just comin’ around and around. Now, let me hear that sound The millennial whoop There’s a place in the middle of a song That still belong to the creative one’s Where you change the song, But not for long ‘cause everyone Knows that it’ll soon go wrong With the millennial whoop The millennial whoop

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released June 5, 2023

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