Album cover:  Fiverr - @nelsondesigns

As the title says these are thoughts for a summer day (btw, I'm not religious, but I appreciate people who practice their faith):  
- Take a break from technology here and there;
- Have some hope in humanity;
- Do what you can to make it a better world; 
- Try hard to find people who you vibe with and enjoy their company.

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SUMMER SUNDAY
(c) JunkHeap Mar 01 2024

Looking at the sunrise, 
flowing through the dusty blinds,
bleary-eyed, not really wanting to wake.  
Taking a deep breath and stretching away the sleep. 
I know it's gonna be a good day.
I Hope!  it's gonna to be a good day.

Skip the 'get ready' lyrics, hit the street, 
knowing it's for sure cold out there.

I hear the sounds, and the smells of my main street,
climate change giving a bit of repreive, 
from the usual deep freeze.
I know I shouldn't say it, but I like the warmth.

The familiar people I see in the hood, 
wishing the trees were green and the sun
bathing us with its warmth, 
as the winter concludes.
We're wishing for an end to the cold,
careful what you wish for!

Ch.
I think we've forgotten some of the simple,
need  to get back to what matters.
Leave the tech, 
not a substitute for human interaction.
There's nothing that we need to argue about.
There's nothing to go on about.
Just take that day off and relax...
on a Summer Sunday.

Ya... turn on the TV and it's the same-same.
Smartphone, computer... the same-same.
Everyone trying to yell louder than everyone else.

Hearing the bell on the steeple a block away,
being a non-church type, I say hey...
Hard to say anything without sounding like a preacher,
but sometimes we need a little faith, in hard times,
a little faith, in ourselves, a little faith, in hard times,
find the strength, in these hard times, 
we want the same.

Ch. 
I think we've forgotten some of the simple,
need  to get back to what matters.
Leave the tech, 
not a substitute for human interaction.
There's nothing that we need to argue about. 
There's nothing to go on about.
Just take that day off and relax...
on a Summer Sunday.

Guit solo.

Ch.

Summer Sunday

THE LADY BY THE SIDE OF THE ROAD
(c) JunkHeap Jun 27 2024

Video available at:  https://youtu.be/Y2Pm7CLIXdg?si=PVwoVMy9ZIYJXAh6

This is a tune that I put together based on snippets of ghost stories I remembered from the past.  

Artistry by nelsondesigns:  https://fiverr.com/s/jjexr8w

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Some time not too long ago, dashboard panel aglow, 
lonely road, he’s thinking about life and the everyday,
hands on the wheel...

In a time a few centuries ago, 
she worked selling flowers to feed her children, 
and provide a warm home.
Those were good memories she's keepin'...  

She was walking across the street, 
an out-of-control horse carriage 
came around the bend.
They did meet;
didn’t have time to run out of the way.  

She said she’d be home in a little while, 
but she never arrived to kiss her child. 
Her crumpled body lying beside the road, 
people surrounded her but there was no hope. 

Her flowers spoiled in the dirt. 
The day went on without her. 

ch.
The lady by the side of the road, 
never did she make it home.

Each mile turned into the next, 
until he couldn’t believe what he saw
at the edge of his headlights.
A lady in a flowing white dress off of the tarmac. 

Dandelions pushing up on the hem of her dress.
Why she was there was anyone’s guess.  
He stopped and got out of the car, 
and opened the back door, 
while asking her if she needed a lift. 

She didn’t say a word but got in.
He closed the door, 
and asked the obvious questions as they drove, 
and she never answered. 
The air became oddly cold. 

As they came into town he asked,
Where do you want to go?
She didn't reply, and pointed out her window.
So he started to pull to the side, but
in the rear view mirror, she was gone. 

He slammed on the brakes and jumped out of the car. 
Seems she finally made it home.  
He felt a soft kiss on his cheek, 
and could see his exhale turn into cold breath.  

The lady by the side of the road.

The Lady By The Side Of The Road

This is a song, a metaphor, about the danger fed to society by too consuming much Internet, in all of its forms.  Don't walk into the muddy waters too deep.

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It started on a very cold night; uptight. 
Her friend said that she's ok, just so tired.
Things went awry online, in a short space of time, 
senseless reasons that she took her own life.

There was this guy who was ok, mentally.
Before the the Internet took him away,
now most people he knows don't want to hear what he knows,
this is how it goes, unfortunately.

Muddy waters.
You take your chances.

Big tech guru watching the harm his invention has on society.
Yet he forges on, fanning the flames, 
making it worse instead of better; indifferent to the pain,
anything to make some gains. 

Solo.

It can be a dangerous water that we don't want to swim in.   
If you step in, you can't see who will bite back.
Each drown out the next until you can't hear a thing.  
All it takes is for you to believe their spin.

Muddy waters.
You take your chances.

Muddy Waters

I'M ALWAYS HOPING FOR SOMEDAY
(c) JunkHeap Mar 03, 2025

A humour song about hoping for some time off to 
appreciate the world outside of work, and the deeper
meaning of life...

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All of the things that need to wait, 
like a side dish from a take-out that's not so great, 
I push em' to the side ...

I like a checklist, I like a bucket list, 
but I know that some may never come to fruition, 
at least I can hope for what may never become.

Through the Detroit-Windsor tunnel, 
the white walls are a gleamin'.
She said, I think I know what you're thinking; 
time for us to be leaving?
 
I'm always hoping for someday.

The everyday, the daily grind, fills my mind,
A few days away, a few weeks would be sublime,
something to break up the days, 
in the cold of the winter when the ice won't go away.

I'm always hoping for someday.

I say, 
getting in my motor car, 
such an older term I love,
hitting that old open road,
forget the watch and take it slow.

Camping peace along the way, 
meet some people of the same.
Take the time to get away.
Grab a plane and break it up.

Hit an old familiar place,
never seen in person.
Let your heart step away,
nothing like a soul escape.

...a soul escape.

guit/keys solo.

I'm always hoping for someday.

I'm Always Hoping for Someday

This is a song about the nest around you - your mind; the people close to you;  
the neighbourhood you live in.

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NEST
(c) JunkHeap June 04 2021 / Remixed-Remastered Jun 2025

Lights above a corner shop flicker on.
Insects buzz, signalling.
People linger in the evening,
in the summer heat after the sun 
has beat us down. 
Hey the earth has turned away
and gives us shade,
only for a time,
only for a time.
Indifferent to you and I.
So we all rest for another day.

This is what happens everyday.
We spin around in the Milky Way.
Nice to settle in for the duration.
It's not a contest.
Build your nest.
Build your nest. 

Ornate silver cup of time,
reminds me of another day. 
So hard sometimes to stay
here in the present.
Sometimes I feel I'm going insane.

A buzzing menace intrudes
in my thinking, wait for it to go.
Dark clouds split open.
Green lights all the way down the road.
Sleep in late, 
I don't want you to go. 

Collect some straw to build my nest,
imperfection at its best, 
but it's ok, it'll do, 
we're all here together; 
stop and marvel,
on the blue marble.

Nest

Addiction will take you down a deep dark hole; make a choice never to let it win.  Leave it behind.  Take control.

(CAN'T) LIVE WITHOUT IT
(c) JunkHeap Jul 20 2021 / Remixed-Remastered May 2025

A song about addiction in the everyday world, 
and trying to say goodbye to it... but it's not so easy.  
It can last a lifetime.  all of the pain and pleasure 
along the way.

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Where does the money come from?   Her body.
It'll only last for a few years.
The alley ways; the drug houses, 
and then see ya, heavens gate.

The Wall St. businessman, high finance, 
has been diving into the cocaine gunpowder.
It makes him feel in control, 
his life feels like it's so much more. 

Can't live without it.
Live without it.

Can't decide.

Can't live without it.
Live without it.

And so she's feeling great,
leaving the social scene this evening,
a bit too much merlot; daughter in tow.

Driving home, mother crossed the middle line.
On-coming headlights, no time, too slow.
Too slow.
  
Next thing she knows 
she's lying on the side of the road.
Emergency lights.
Her daughter's body's covered.  
Why did I drink tonight? 
her mother cursed herself.

Can't live without it.
Live without it.

(Can't) Live Without It

HIGH SCHOOL  (c) JunkHeap Nov 03 2021 / Remixed-Remastered May 2025

Do you remember the high school halls,
the intercom would tell us the deal; 
like that book 1984.

Fumbling with my books, I look up, 
and see this girl, 
as she's walking by,
with her friends.  
Oh man she was something else.

High school.

Soccer fields on an early Fall day.
Smell of fresh grass, white lines across the green.
Looking back I would never want to get away.

High school.

Janitors polishing the floor in the night,
started before basketball practice ended.

Next day, 
getting together with your friends.
The smell of food in the cafeteria. 

Variety night in the gym on a special eve. 
Crickets chiming on a summers night.
We all felt so alive.

High School

A relationship song.  A song with symbolism, innuendo and up for personal interpretation.  This song is about trying to hang onto the things that matter and letting go of what doesn’t.  Fix what's worth fixing, don't walk away and brush it off as 'C'est la vie'.    We need to feel comfortable in any relationship.  Things sometimes come to us easy but can also be easily lost.  It’s important to take a step back during these experiences and take it all in, do an emotional inventory and change along the way.  If you've made the effort and it didn't happen then... easy come, easy go. 

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EASY COME, EASY GO
(c) JunkHeap Oct 16 2021 / Remixed-Remastered Jun 2025


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The morning sun wakes them.
Looking out their window at the day.
Summer isn't here to stay.

There's always someone 
hoping and believing.
Someone always looking in vain,
trying to make their pain go away.

Easy come and we all know,
we need to take a step back, 
and take it all in.

I just want to be me.
  
Eat, drink and be merry
this may be your last meal.
The leaves have turned,
the colours are such a big deal.

Chances pass, fleeting opportunity.
Hindsight should not be regret.
Just make a mental note and move on
before you're dead.

Easy come, easy go. 
we need to take a step back, 
and take it all in.

Easy Come Easy Go

IT'S JUST ANOTHER DAY 
(c) JunkHeap August 03 2021 / Remixed-Remastered May 2025

Cindy looking down main street,
in the summer heat.
She knew the fair wasn't far off.
The summer isn't ready to give in, 
so she took off for the end of town.

Met her friends and their hunger was clear.
Bought a pizza with some bucks they had,
a few bottles of liquid divine.
So fine for a brief time, 
down near the river.
...away from mom and dad.
Feeling like adults for the first time.

It's just another day,
It's just another day.

Height of summer, you feel me.
Sidewalk bustle, people pushing past 
beside the busy street.  Shops looking neat.
Restaurant aromas into the eve.
I remember your smile, enjoying the time,
in the downtown feel.

It's just another day,
It's just another day.
It's just another day.

Bird song, and insects humming,  
feeling so present.
Single-engine plane buzzing by
way up high, in a nearly cloudless sky.
The smell of grass in the sun's heat. 
Kids are playing, kicking a ball.
...and this is it...

It's just another day,
It's just another day.
It's just another day.

It's Just Another Day

[Jul042025] Taking a break over the summer after much work.  [Jun272025] Re-released my previous album FIVE remixed/re-mastered, much better sounding.  Also, working on the next album - DREAMING OF BETTER. 

The name JunkHeap came from creating song ideas and leaving them for later, and then picking through the junk heap of ideas to enhance a new song idea.  Explore my discography, find something you like.  

All of my albums on Soundcloud have been reduced to a sampling of a few songs.  The complete albums are available on all streaming sites.

JunkHeap is a solo, alternative rock music project.  Unapologetic, thought-provoking, emotionally raw music for the masses...

It's about you, the listeners.  I hope you get something out of my songs.  The lyrics are in the song name link.

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