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1) A gritty, heavily tattooed outfit that infused elements of southern rock and blues into their brand of L.A. sleaze metal. Their no-frills brand of rock'n'roll, where the music mattered more then the image, should have made them household names, but they failed to have much in the way of commercial success.
Formed in Los Angeles by a couple of transplanted Texans in David Roach (vocals) and Chris Gates (guitar, ex-Big Boys). Members came and went before they offered the drum stool to Pat Muzingo, who in turn brought with him bassist Clay Anthony. The final piece of the puzzle was the addition of guitarist Brian Baker, whom Gates knew from the punk circuit when he was in such bands as Minor Threat and Dag Nasty. The self-titled debut album, produced by the legendary Tom Werman, followed a grittier hard rock path then the punk roots of the members. The follow-up was more of the same raunchy music, but just before it's release Todd Muscat (Decry) replaced Anthony.
A third album was recorded but never officially released as the band was dropped from their recording contract (it has since been bootlegged under the name of XXX and The Joker). The writing was on the wall for the group and they disbanded. A live album was released in early 2000, and the band did a few live shows in America and Japan (with Tim Mosher replacing Baker). A mini album of new and old songs was released in 2003 and the band continues to tour off and on, don't miss out this time.
2) A Romanian MC, producer and DJ. MC of Suie Paparude.
Cezar Stanciulescu a.k.a Junkyard started in 1994 as an MC collaborating in different projects together with his friends in live shows, recordings, jam-sessions.The style was then a mixture of hip-hop and trip-hop.
In 1996 along friends they launched the band Junkyard, a combination based on English lyrics, an aspect that was not “tolerated” at all by the record labels of that time.After several productions in this musical area, at the end of the 90’s he invited Lalo to join Junkyard.After several shows their roads splited for a while.Meanwhile Cezar began studio work as an audio producer, activity that he continues today at Trust Productions, a studio mainly headed towards advertising.The experience gained in this domain helped him to improve his composing skills, sound desing, mastering and other audio –type sub-domains.In 2003 he joined Suie Paparude along Michi and Dobrica as an Mc, vocalist and recently in composition. One can find details about al these sagas on www.suiepaparude.ro.
At the beginning of 2007 he decides together with Lalo to be live mix DJ’s considering that this the best way to test live their own productions.
3) Chinese no wave/noise rock band.
Lost In The City
Junkyard Lyrics
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Man, the pounding in my brain made me wish that I was dead
I can’t find my friends, can’t even find my boots
Where’ve I been/ What city am I in?
What am I gonna do?
I don’t know where I’m going
And I don’t know where I’ve been
Stranded in the desert a thousand miles from home
Without a penny to my name, hell you know I’m all alone
I got a half pint of bourbon, do a little talking on the phone
Pack my gear and I’m out of here, as soon as I’m here I’m gone!
I don’t know where I’m going
And I don’t know where I’ve been
Lost, lost in the city again – let’s get lost!
Solo
I don’t know where I’m going
And I don’t know where I’ve been
Lost, lost in the city again – let’s get lost
Lost in the city again, Lost in the city again,
Never know where the hell I am and
had a good night with a bottle of Gin and
I’m Lost in the city again, Cause, cause cause
The last thing I knew I was headed downtown
Brother talk about some party, brother talk about some brown
I got so fucked up I could not hang around
Now I’m a long, long way lost, yeah
I been living this way round about twelve years of my fucked up life
Never took me no home girl, God I never, never, never, never took no fucking wife
I’m on the endless highway, half a bottle down
That’s the way I dug my grave; I took the Fifth till I drowned
I don’t know where I’m going
And I don’t know where I’ve been
And I’m lost, and I’m lost in the city again
I don’t know where I’m going
cause I don’t know where I’ve been
Lost, lost in the city again – shit
Can you give directions to the freeway?
The lyrics to Junkyard's song "Lost in the City" describe the singer struggling with the aftermath of a wild night out. He wakes up hungover and disoriented, unable to find his friends or even his own boots. He questions where he is and what he should do next. The chorus repeats the theme of being lost, both physically and metaphorically. The singer is adrift, directionless, and uncertain of what the future holds. He reminisces about a party and a bottle of gin, but ultimately he is stuck in an endless cycle of aimlessness.
The song highlights the destructive nature of hedonism and the costs of living a life without purpose. The singer is emblematic of a larger cultural phenomenon; a generation of young people searching for meaning in a world of chaos and confusion. The repetition of being "lost in the city" is a poignant metaphor for this feeling of aimlessness and hopelessness. The song encourages listeners to contemplate their own experiences with dislocation and to seek out meaning and direction wherever possible.
Line by Line Meaning
Well I woke up this morning with the sheets pulled up over my head
Starting the day feeling overwhelmed and hiding from everything
Man, the pounding in my brain made me wish that I was dead
Feeling the physical pain of a hangover and regretting past decisions
I can’t find my friends, can’t even find my boots
Feeling disconnected from one's support system and disoriented
Where’ve I been/ What city am I in?
Feeling lost and confused about one's location and recent events
What am I gonna do?
Feeling overwhelmed and unsure of how to move forward
I don’t know where I’m going
Feeling directionless and uncertain about the future
And I don’t know where I’ve been
Feeling disconnected from one's past and unsure how to make sense of it
Lost, lost in the city again – shit!
Feeling disoriented and frustrated with one's current situation
Stranded in the desert a thousand miles from home
Feeling isolated and far away from one's comfort zone
Without a penny to my name, hell you know I’m all alone
Feeling financially and socially vulnerable
I got a half pint of bourbon, do a little talking on the phone
Using alcohol and communication as coping mechanisms
Pack my gear and I’m out of here, as soon as I’m here I’m gone!
Feeling restless and ready to move on from one's current situation
Lost in the city again – let’s get lost!
Embracing the feeling of being lost and using it as an opportunity to explore
Lost in the city again, Lost in the city again, Never know where the hell I am
Feeling constantly disoriented and lacking a sense of direction
and had a good night with a bottle of Gin and
Finding temporary comfort in alcohol
Cause, cause cause the last thing I knew I was headed downtown
Finding it difficult to remember events leading up to feeling lost
Brother talk about some party, brother talk about some brown
Having vague memories of a party or social gathering
I got so fucked up I could not hang around
Feeling uncomfortable or unwelcome in one's surroundings
Now I’m a long, long way lost, yeah
Feeling completely disconnected from one's familiar environment
I been living this way round about twelve years of my fucked up life
Feeling trapped in a cycle of confusion and disorientation
Never took me no home girl, God I never, never, never, never took no fucking wife
Avoiding commitment and stability in relationships
That’s the way I dug my grave; I took the Fifth till I drowned
Making self-destructive choices fueled by alcohol
And I’m lost, and I’m lost in the city again
Acknowledging and accepting one's current state of feeling lost
I don’t know where I’m going
Still feeling uncertain about the future
cause I don’t know where I’ve been
Struggling to make sense of one's past experiences
Lost, lost in the city again – shit
Feeling frustrated and discouraged by the ongoing feeling of being lost
Can you give directions to the freeway?
Requesting help and guidance in finding direction and purpose
Contributed by Colton W. Suggest a correction in the comments below.