WE'RE ALL GOING DOWN (Refixed Mar 2023 / Oct 2017)

I feel we want a day,
to see a lot, a lot better,
but listening to the news, 
it'll get you down.

turn it off,
she turns on that record player,
turn that volume all the way.
(cue the dancing)

She stands in front of the bathroom mirror, 
Puts her makeup on, and makes it perfect.
She feels good, but something makes her frown.
Trying to ignore the state of the world.

and she says, to her reflection;
she says with inflection...to convince herself...

I'm telling you we're all going down, down, down,
I'm telling you we're all going down, down, down,
I'm telling you we're all going down, down, down,

Outside the neighbours, they do their business.
A birds`eye look, and every one is focused.
We got our things to do, 
while the world burns.

...and the guy next door says,

I'm telling you we're all going down, down, down,
Everyone knows that we're going down, down, down,
I'm telling you we're all going down, down, down,

Down.  Ya.

Crowds of people walking on the street.
We all got important people to meet.
I see this guy with an 'end is near' sign.
and he says to me with those crazy eyes.

I'm telling you we're all going down, down, down,
I'm telling you we're all going down, down, down,
I'm telling you we're all going down, down, down.

I'm telling you we're all going down, down, down,
Everyone knows that we're going down, down, down,
I'm telling you we're all going down, down, down.

We're All Going Down

HINDSIGHT - (JunkHeap (c) Refixed Apr 2023 / (c) Aug 02, 2003)

Things could have been so different, 
if they could have been done again. 
Countless times we see the chance, 
and let them go, they wont come again 

He remembered the glory and strength of his youth, 
wasted his older years yearning for its return. 
Never realized that wisdom is more than a fair trade; 
Beauty in ones' own introspection.

Things could have been so different, 
if they could have been done again. 
Countless times we see the chance, 
and let them go, they wont come again 

They never will...

Hindsight

Life is amazing.  There's so much to enjoy.  This song is about a period of ones life that means solitude and the pleasure of introspection.  After a while things change and you find love,or maybe you don't.  Appreciate the various rocks we step on to cross the river.  

I KNOW YOU'RE OUT THERE
(c) JunkHeap Nov 07 2023

A song about eventually finding that love of your life.  Got to be patient.
---
Brushing my hand over aster leaves.
Goldenrod, and that pale sun tease.
Knowing I"m ok on my own.

The bluebird calls out in a city burb,
makes me think I'm much the same.
I wouldn't mind finding someone
to grow old with.

Well...
Sittin' by a fire, on a cold, cold day.
Holding hands and talking about anything.
Like they say, patience is a virtue.

Going through the everyday,
don't get me wrong, I love so much of it.
but it would be nice to find that special someone. 

I know you're out there.

I don't like the word 'alone', 
I prefer 'going solo'.
The tendrils of life,
behind the scenes, bring us together,
if you know what I mean.

When the world has so much to offer,
and we get caught up in minutia,
a simple kiss and the tenderness, 
it means everything.

Ya...

Sittin' on a misty lake, on a warm day.
Seeing that smile that says everything.
Knowing there's a deeper connection 
for both of us.

Taking on the everyday,
As the Earth, she spins away.
Just a brief time here,
lets make the most of it. 

I know you're out there.

I Know You're Out There

WHICH WAY TO GO
(c) JunkHeap Jan 02  2023

A song about making life choices.  Make a choice that you think will work out, and then it doesn't; need to change ones plans; and sometimes other choices work out without a hitch.

WHICH WAY TO GO
(c) JunkHeap Jan 02 2023

Traffic light; take a left here; signal right, 
I think I know which way to go.
Merge in fast, the zoomin' fast lane, 
hoping for a slow country road,
but nothings in sight.

Which way to go.
Which way.

Always a choice, was it right, 
only time will tell with some assessing.
Layer and repair when things don't work out,
cuz you can't start again.

<Keys break>

Sometimes everyday selections,
turn into corrections;
Domino effect; unexpected conundrums.
...but then life starts to hit the right sail.
Get it right, things start to flow.
 
Which way to go.
Which way.

outro.

Which Way To Go

A song about a long-distance relationship.

MAYBE SOMEDAY (c) JunkHeap Jan 26 2024

She loves him, he loves her.
Living far away from one another due to circumstance.
Occasions where they meet and their love blossoms.
The hardest time is being apart when you so want to see them.

She doesn't have the money, he's flat broke.
Travel seldom happens, but they won't flow apart.
So they speak through their phones;
work hard for the next time when they can hold each other, 
so, so close,
lost in the moment.

Their love it makes them work so much harder,
to live together and share their worlds.
Maybe someday, but not today.
 
The crescendo building 
near Iguazu Falls in Argentina,
that's where he wants to say the words to her.

She dreams of the quiet of an old growth forest in BC, 
let the trees share their wisdom, 
while they stare in each others eyes.
She's not going to lie, she melts when he looks deep.

Br.

Maybe someday.
Sippin’ hot chocolate on a train going to nowhere, 
holding hands...
Sleeping in on a rainy day, making sure not to plan anything, 
so difficult these days.
Their hearts feel, and they can dream.  
It'll happen where they can both meet, and be together,
be together, forever.
Maybe someday.

Their love it makes them work so much harder,
to live together and share their worlds.
Maybe someday, but not today.

uh, uh, uh ohh...

outro.

Maybe Someday

Brian Butts - Guitar, Drums, Bass, Keyboard, Main Mix
JunkHeap - Vocals, Lyrics, Master Mix https://soundcloud.com/junkheap?utm_source=clipboard&utm_medium=text&utm_campaign=social_sharing

Morphometry

Bandcamp

Phantogram (feat. JunkHeap)

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

---

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

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...

---

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.

---

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

Progressive Metal Guitarist, Drummer, Bassist, and Keyboardist.

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...

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