Women

by JUNK!

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about

10 YEARS AND 3 GIRLFRIENDS IN THE MAKING...

Written in East Burwood
Recorded in Ubud
Mixed in Collingwood
Mastered in Brunswick

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released 10 September 2010

Peter King - Guitars on 'My House' and 'Mike's Apartment'
Pink Square - Keys on 'Julie'
Dan Max - Guitars on 'FUCK YOU, YOU FUCKIN' FUCK'
Robbie Kane - Monkey voice on 'FUCK YOU, YOU FUCKIN' FUCK'
Christelle Davis for helping me through every step of the creative process

'Julie' written by Glen Lloyd, James & Peter Keel

Mini-documentary shot and edited by Glen Lloyd and Christelle Davis

Special thanks to
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Track Name: My Name is Glen
My name is Glen
My name is Glen
My name is Glen
Yeah, my name is Glen
Track Name: My House
You don't gotta take your shoes off or wipe them feet
Don't you worry 'bout the neighbours, they're fast asleep
Don't you worry 'bout your cigarettes or holes int he couch
Just make yourself comfy, and sit on down in

MY HOUSE
MY HOUSE
MY HOUSE
MY HOUSE

You can find me the stereo, crankin' the tunes
You can find me at the cabinet, pourin' some booze
You can find me in the kitchen, bakin' a pie
Just forget about your cares, and try a slice of

MY HOUSE
MY HOUSE
MY HOUSE
MY HOUSE

Some people take showers, some people take baths
Some people love people, some people love cash
Some people like whiskey, some people like gin
It don't matter what your flavour, just take a swig of

MY HOUSE
MY HOUSE
MY HOUSE
MY HOUSE

We're all high, we're all high
We're all high and it feels alright
I said we're all high, we're all high
We're all high as a kite in side of

MY HOUSE
MY HOUSE
MY HOUSE
MY HOUSE

Ecstasy is something you can get from a pill
Twenty-five dollars for a cheap thrill
Happiness comes from doin' good deeds
Happiness comes from smokin' my weed in

MY HOUSE
MY HOUSE
MY HOUSE
MY HOUSE

Lord help me
Track Name: FUCK YOU, YOU FUCKIN' FUCK
This song goes out to a real mother-fucker
Who made my work life hell
You know the type, he's a balding prick
With that 'fat people' small
You're trying to tell me that I'm working the weekend
You're out of luck
'Cos I'm planning on sleeping in, so
FUCK YOU YOU FUCKIN' FUCK

But you're so damn charming to all the girls
It makes me sick
It's only 'cos you're desperate
For them to suck your triple-A dick
You say you got a fiance
Is she a four-foot midget slut?
Well my heart goes out to the bitch, she gotta
FUCK YOU YOU FUCKIN' FUCK

It's just blah blah blah blah blah blah blah

You get a hard-on from giving the orders
You'll work here 'till the day you die
You got no respect for the workers here
So why the hell should I
You're telling me my work is sloppy
I say your money sucks
Shove this job right up your arse and
FUCK YOU YOU FUCKIN' FUCK
Track Name: Matzo Ball Soup
You take a mother-fuckin' chicken
and you throw it in a pot
You get yourself an onion
and you chop it all up
Fuckin' grab a couple carrots
two stalks of celery
One turnip, one leek
and one handful of fresh fuckin' parsley

(What herbs do we use?)
Picked fresh from the garden of grandma's bush
Cos it's TRADITION
(And what chicken do we use?)
Poultry fresh from Tony the family butcher
Cos it's TRADITION

Two litres of water to the boil
Skim off any of the scum that forms
Add your vegies with pepper and salt
Strain the broth into serving bowls

Nanna made soup for us nearly every week
Especially when she saw that I was in bed sick and
HUNGOVER
from the drinking that I'd done the night before
Had finally caught up now my head was fuckin' sore

(Where did we go every Friday night?)
We went to Nanna's every Friday with the family
Cos it's TRADITION
(And why did we always fight?)
Cos you always got more Matzo balls than me
You fuckin' prick

Hitler came in '33
so grandma moved from Germany
She brought all of her recipes
So now she makes this shit for me

You beat the shit out of two egg whites
Until they're stiff
Then you throw a couple yolks on into the mix
One cup of Matzo meal, with your salt and pepper
Then you throw that shit in your refrigerator

(What salt does Grandma use?)
She uses Kosher salt in all her cooking
Cos it's TRADITION
(And why the fuck can't we eat pork?)
Well I'm not a rabbi, but my guess would be
TRADITION

Roll 'em into balls and drop them into your soup
And let the balls simmer 'till they're all cooked through
Nanna's made this shit since she was five
And she probably will
Until the day that she DIES

T to the
R to the
A to the
-DITION
Track Name: Having a Hard Time
I'm having a hard time
Finding the words
To say to you
About what comes next
It don't mean much
But I'm trying my best
TO make some sense

I'm having a hard time

Staring blankly into space
Scribbling notes that make no sense
Bangin' my head against the wall
Just need one good idea, that's all

Maybe I'll go for a walk
So I can find that brilliant thought
Seems that nothing 'round here can
Switch on the light-bulb in head

I'm having a hard time
Track Name: Julie
Oh Julie you look so very fine
On your way to work, yeah you float on by
With your big brown eyes and your curly brown hair
Wanna hug you like a big teddy bear
When you walk by it feels so sweet
Why won't you look at me
I'm a real nice guy, I'm gonna make it one day
YEAH

If I won the lottery I'd buy you nice things
Like a puppy dog or a big diamond ring
Won't you look this way when you walk past
You smell so good like a bunch of flowers
Or expensive perfume
I'll take you to dinner
I know a nice place around the corner
They serve breakfast too
I know you like bagels
Cos I watch you from across the road when you eat them for lunch

Oh Julie when you swing those hips
Your legs go all the way up to your shoulders
You walk like a beauty queen or a runway model
I don't even know your name so I'll just call you
JULIE
Track Name: Tight
I DON'T EAT THE FAST FOOD UNLESS I GOT THE VOUCHER
I SHIT AT WORK TO SAVE MONEY ON THE TOILET PAPER
I DON'T BUY THE CIGARETTES BECAUSE I AM A SCABBER
I SEE THE MOVIE ON A TUESDAY BECAUSE IT'S CHEAPER

MY ASS IS TIGHT

I RIDE A BIKE BECAUSE THE PRICE OF PETROL'S GETTIN HIGHER
I BUY MY SUNNIES AT THE STATION COS THEY'RE TEN DOLLAR
I DRINKS THE TOOHEYS COS IT'S CHEAPER THAN IMPORTED STELLA
I DRINK FROM SIX O'CLOCK TILL SEVEN COS IT'S HAPPY HOUR

MY ASS IS TIGHT

DON'T GO TO STORES TO BUY THE CD COS I GOT A BURNER
I GET THE MUSIC FROM MY FRIENDS BECAUSE I AM A PIRATE
I GO TO BALI TO MAKE BEATS BECAUSE THEY USE RUPIAH
I PUT THE COAL UP IN MY ASS, OUT COMES A DIAMOND

MY ASS IS TIGHT
IT'S TIME FOR A MOTHER-FUCKIN' SOLO

I DISAPPEAR LIKE A MAGICIAN WHEN IT'S MY ROUND FOR BEER
I CANNOT PAY YOU FOR THE MEAL BECAUSE MY WALLET'S NOT HERE
MY BOXER SHORTS ARE TORN BECAUSE I'VE WORN THEM FOR YEARS
IF I ONLY HAD A DOLLAR FOR EVERY TIME I HEAR

MY ASS IS TIGHT
Track Name: It's Your Call
Did you want me to stay?
Or go away?
Come back another day?

I know I've done wrong
But please be strong
And I'll hold on

The ball's in your court
You're in control
It's your call

I've been here before
I know the score
I wanted more

I was not true
And now I wait for you
To do what you gotta do

The ball's in your court
You're in control
It's your call
Track Name: I Remember
She's done this kind of thing to you before
You're holding on to every little word that she says
You smell the Dolce and Gabbana in the air and you cry for her
A little piece of you dies inside whenever she leaves

You could pick up the phone and call her number just to try to work this out
Or go out, get drunk, get laid and move on
Right on

But this time, she's not coming back
She's changed her status to single on the internet
There is no point in trying to figure out what she wants from you
(she doesn't even know herself)
Just let her go because you know that it's already too late

You could pick up the phone and call her number just to try to work this out
Or go out, get drunk, get laid and move on
Right on

I remember how it felt the first time
and I won't let it happen again
I'm gonna learn from my mistakes
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Track Name: Feel It
I feel it
Can you feel it?
Track Name: Mike's Apartment
You ring the bell and step in
Take a look at the kitchen
no idea what is in store
Or what the camera is for

Welcome to Mike's Apartment
Welcome to Mike's Apartment

Why don't you sit on the bed
I'd like you to meet my friend
Take off your coat, and what's this?
A pair of spectacular tits

Welcome to Mike's Apartment
Welcome to Mike's Apartment

Negotiations begin
Price is so low it's a sin
I'll let you stay for the week
If you suck on Chuckie's dick

Welcome to Mike's Apartment
You are in Mike's Apartment
Track Name: The Bulldog
I see the freaks walk by as the sun goes down
I feel the vibe is really heating up in this part of town
And when the horse rides through all the smoke and beer
I realise that I gotta get the hell out of here
But I can't
My legs are frozen and I'm starting to sway
The boys and girls are staring at me in a suspicious way
I try to finish this concoction of tobacco and hash but...
MY BRAIN IS MASH

And now their faces start to shift into a different world
And conversation has become something I cannot control
I need two sweet girls to walk me home
I need to be horizontal to be resting my bones
So I get under their umbrella and we walk real close
I don't let on that my umbrella's in my backpack so
They don't expect that I'm about to put my hand on their ass...
Who am I kidding I've been smoking too much grass

I'm going insane here at The Bulldog
And I don't know what time it is

I just discovered that my brain is a miraculous toy
And it can take me to wherever I would like to enjoy
I know the scenery is FAKE but the feelings are true
And who cares, we're at The Bulldog - everything is cool.

EVERYTHING IS COOL

I'm going insane here at The Bulldog
And I don't know what time it is
My face is melting at The Bulldog
And I don't know what time it is
Track Name: Filthy, Horny
As the sun disappears into the land
Imported beer is in my hand
My friends are smiling and the girls are fine
They're wearing next to nothing in the summertime

My shirt's all dirty and my pants are stained
Been stuck in this suit at work all day
Stumbling around my breath must stink
From nicotine and excessive drink

I'M FILTHY
I'M HORNY

My pocket starts shakin' from a message tone
So I reach on in and pull out my phone
Now why on earth would this girl message me?
But to my disbelief here's how the message reads:

"Hey there Glen, long time no see
I kinda wish that you were here in bed with me
I'm feeling extra horny in my lingerie
Why don't you come on 'round and we can get freak-ay"

Hell yeah I can't believe this shit
I never would have thought that she'd be up for it
My friends say "go, it's ok"
So I finish the jug and I'm on my way
I'm nauseous and a little high
The street lights blur as they go by
The taxi leaves as I climb her stairs
And then I fall on my ass as we undress

I'M FILTHY
I'M HORNY

She said that even though I smelt real bad
It was the best sex that she'd ever had
I know which number I'll be calling
When I'm

FILTHY
HORNY
Track Name: The Monkey Man of Delhi
Beware the monkey man
The angry monkey man
Flaming red eyes with three buttons on his chest
The first makes him a monkey
The second gives him strength
The third makes him vanish
Ghoulish and disastrous

With ape-lick qualities
Strikes only in the night
Supernatural being that can see in the darkness
Leaves no footprints
Criminal and beast
Can alter shape at will
Ghoulish and disastrous

No lock can keep him out
The beast who claws and bites
The only known weakness is a fear of the light
Strange black shadow
Haunts the streets of Delhi
Leaps across the rooftops
Elusive apparition

Could it be a hoax?
Terrorists in masks
Conspiracy to kill
A foreign robot assassin
Police have no answers
They want the monkey dead
Fifty thousand rupees
Reward for apprehension

THE MONKEY MAN HAS COME
FLEE FOR YOUR LIFE

Psychiatrists say it's conjured from the depths of fear
and disturbed imaginations
Suffering with stress, illness and mental retardation
Subconscious minds working overtime
Feed their fear of the unknown
Superstitious believers
feel unsafe when they're at home

They say the story traveled across the land
through the poor and the illiterate
Rumors flourished
to create panic amongst the immigrants
Doctors don't believe the victims' claims are supernatural
But when you see the monkey man
You'll know them to be factual

THE MONKEY MAN HAS COME
FLEE FOR YOUR LIFE
Track Name: Into This
Falling
Into this
Again
Spinning
Out of control
But it won't be too far
This time