I Believe In You

I told you many times before exactly how I feel
And now the time has finally come
I think you know the deal
You got to get real with me

Playin' games is fun for awhile
I've played a few myself
But if you really don't want my love
I got to take it somewhere else
Get real with me

Lyrics by Keith Jenkins
Music by Damon Wood and Keith Jenkins

Too Cocky In Nagasaki

Get Real With Me

Instrumental Jazz Rock fusion by former James Brown Guitarist, Damon Wood. From the album Too Cocky In Nagasaki 2008.

Eggshells

Instrumental Psychedelic Rock featuring Chad Aman on Keyboards.

Space Cadet

Cracked block on a dirt road
Talk about blues I gotta truck load
When my load gets this heavy
I can't carry it around in my Chevy

Got the Georgia heat on my trail
Ain't nobody 'round here 
They ain't gonna go my bail
I been walkin' down the road lookin' at my shoes'
Tryin' to avoid those red white and blues

I got the blues this evenin'
Can't get nobody to believe me
Did you ever get the blues so bad
It felt like the only true friend you ever had?

I got the blues
I got to leave this miserable town
When I get to feelin' this way
Feel like I'm going six feet in the ground

I got the blues
I feel my body sinkin' down
Did you ever get the blues so bad
They felt like the only true friend you ever had?

By Damon Wood

Only True Friend

We rise and fall just like the tide
I feel you tugging at my side
Wondering of things we've left behind
Open the book to another page
Another way we try to say goodbye

In life and death and every breath
What we sought and what we left
Were they the things we truly hoped to find?
And is it right to start again?
And could we ever be just friends?

Why do we hide inside a love like this?
And could we survive without this hopelessness?
Reading all the signs
Seeing through the lines

Or is it just our cross to bear?
A little darkness seeps in everywhere
Is there hope in the air or just despair?

Memories linger days of old
Of nights we laughed and secrets told
Sharing the blessings and burdens of our souls
But now it's bleak and hard to bare
The very nature of what we share

By Damon Wood

Seeing Through The Lines

Ah take my hand sweet Mary
Come and live with me by the sea
Just you and me sweet Mary

Let your hair hang down sweet Jane
Eyes so pure in the sweet summer rain
Sweet Jane

Let your love light shine sweet Suzie
It flows from you so free and easy

Won'cha come with me sweet Candy
You can lose your shoes and your party dress
Baby lose that party dress

Ah take my hand sweet Mary
Come and live with me by the sea
Just you and some friends and me

By Damon Wood

My Friend And Me feat. Fred Thomas

The lady's an artist
She shows is how it is
She puts it where it's at
And knows just where it is

The lady's a beauty
She moves me everyday
Every day is a good day
She's not afraid to say

Gimme gimme gimme all your good good love

Night turns into dawn
Songbirds carrion
The greyest day turns blue
When I'm comin' home to you
Of all that's been before
You'll be forever more

Shinin' like the sun
You're still the one

You're still the one
Under the sun

I love it when she say

By Damon Wood
From the Harmonious Junk album, Space Cadet 2004.
Recorded at Conway Sound, Denver. (Ryan Conway)

Gimme Gimme

Playas runnin' 'round like they got shit figured
Gamin' on the system got the trap door triggered
Money to the players 
Money to the mob
Get the most money 'fore the train gets robbed

Take it to the street with the mad honey hustlers
Groovin' to the beat of the badlands buskers

Slide it to the side
Let a road dawg ride
Open up the throttle kick it into overdrive

I am the grinder of gears
Been gettin' gritty throughout the years
Through the grifts and grafts
All the rifts and shafts
Silly suckers all up in my ears

Take it to the street with the mad honey hustlers
Groovin' to the beat of the badlands buskers

Slick talkin' slime balls hoggin' up my cable
All I wanna do is just watch some Mrs. Maisel
Tongue waggin' cranks callin' folks a monster
You just here to deify your favorite corporate sponsor

Talking head warns of impending disaster
Newsman laughs at the whim of his master
Neither one cares truth is not what they're after
They're in it for the spin with a salivating grin because

They are the mongers of fear
Their names may have changed through the years
They grease the right palms
They preach the right psalms
It all sounds sick to my ears

Take it to the street with the mad honey hustlers
Groovin' to the beat of the badlands buskers

By Damon Wood

Badlands Buskers

Denver based Alt Rock/Funk/Jazz group led by former James Brown Guitarist, Damon Wood. Three studio albums and currently working on the fourth. New single "Badlands Buskers"  coming Feb. 23! Next Denver show at BurnDown Feb. 16!

www. harmoniousjunk. com


Badlands Buskers

Damon Wood's Harmonious Junk