SENTIMENTAL JUNK

Album: “SENTIMENTAL JUNK”
All songs written by Tom Guerra, (c) 2022, Casa Del Soul Productions Worldwide except “Clean Cut Kid ” written by Bob Dylan, (c) 1983 Special Rider Music.

AUTUMN EYES

You came into my life to rescue me
You said she really made a mess of me
Now I’m seeing stars, I like the way you are.

Yeah, stuck in your autumn eyes
Yeah, stuck in your autumn eyes

My friends say you bring out the best in me
My friends say you’ve become my destiny

Was sure my luck was over, but you’re my four leaf clover

Yeah, stuck in your autumn eyes
Yeah, stuck in your autumn eyes
Yeah, stuck in your autumn eyes / I can’t look away
Yeah, stuck in your autumn eyes / I can’t look away

You got me seein’ stars, cause now the world is ours

The world will do no harm, when you’re my good luck charm

Yeah, stuck in your autumn eyes
Yeah, stuck in your autumn eyes
Yeah, stuck in your autumn eyes / I can’t look away
Yeah, stuck in your autumn eyes / I can’t look away

SHE DON’T BELIEVE IN MEMORIES

She will never talk of yesterday
No sentimental junk gets in the way
Once upon a time, her dreams were petty crimes, but
She will never talk of yesterday

Now’s the only in terms of time, cause
Living in the moment suits her fine
No talk of days of old, or stories often told
Today’s the only thing that she calls “mine”, cause

She don’t believe in memories,
She don’t believe in memories
She don’t believe in memories
Cause today is all she got right now.

She don’t reminisce ’bout yesterday
And she don’t make no plans beyond today
Alas the past is closed, tomorrow never knows
But she don’t reminisce ’bout yesterday

She don’t believe in memories,
She don’t believe in memories
She don’t believe in memories
Cause today is all she got right now.

ALL LOVE IS PAIN

Memories of your sweet, sweet love, I find they’re fillin’ up my brain
Memories of your sweet, sweet love, remind me that all love is pain

Well I gave up hope, when I saw you at the fountain
Walking hand in hand, with a guy so tan
Now I ain’t no dope, cause I saw what was amountin’
Two hearts committing crime, in stealing love once mine

Memories of your sweet, sweet love, are fallin’ from my eyes like rain
Memories of your sweet, sweet love, remind me that all love is pain

So I turned away and I headed for the mountains
So no one could see, the fool inside of me
So far would I stay for so long I stopped the countin’
Let me live in peace, way high up in the trees

Memories of your sweet, sweet love, I find they’re fillin’ up my veins
Memories of your sweet, sweet love, remind me that all love is pain

Now Johnny said “You can’t put your arms around a memory”
But I disagree, cause Johnny’s arms were always full

Memories of your sweet, sweet love, they’re fallin’ from my eyes like rain
Memories of your sweet, sweet love, remind me that all love is pain

Memories of your sweet, sweet love, I find they’re fillin’ up my brain
Memories of your sweet, sweet love, remind me that all love is pain

CALIFORNIA’S GOT TO MY GIRL

A moonlight drive down by the ocean,
We hatched a plan next day we set in motion
Up with the sun, as we left Cape May
We’re heading west until we hit L.A.

Cause baby, California’s got to my girl
Yeah honey, California’s got to my girl

I saw you soaking up that Sunset culture (stayin’ out all night)
Hollywood is like a hungry vulture (gonna take a bite)
Surrounded by some freaks that you met dancin’ (followed you around)
Just like the Beach Boys hookin’ up with Manson (Charlie wants you now)

Cause baby, California’s got to my girl
Yeah honey, California’s got to my girl

BRIDGE

Are you staying or you comin’ home? Call me back or please pick up your phone.
Come tomorrow, make my highway bones. Eastern bound, for the ocean.

My friends all say, it’s gonna take some time
For me to finally get you off my mind
And I’m thinking back, and I now observe
You got what you wanted, I got what I deserve.

So baby, California’s got to my girl
Yeah honey, California’s got to my girl

Everybody likes a sunny day, everybody’s got to go away.

CLEAN CUT KID (Bob Dylan, © 1983 Special Rider Music)

Everybody’s asking why he couldn’t adjust
Adjust to what, a dream that went bust?
They said what’s up is down, they said what isn’t is
They put ideas in his head that he thought were his
They took a clean cut kid, and they made a killer out of him… Is what they did!

He’s on the baseball team, he’s in the marching band
When he was ten years old he had a watermelon stand
They said “hey you’re the man, you got what it takes”
They sent him back into the rat race but without any brakes
He was a clean cut kid, and they made a killer out of him… Is what they did!

They said, “Listen boy, you’re just a pup”
So they sent him to a napalm gym to shape up
They gave him dope to smoke, and drinks and pills, a jeep to drive, and blood to spill oh yeah.

He went to Hollywood to see Peter O’Toole
He stole a Rolls Royce and drove it into a swimming pool
He could’ve sold insurance, owned a restaurant or bar
He could’ve been an accountant or a tennis star
They took a clean cut kid, and they made a killer outta him is what they did

He bought the American dream but it put him in debt
The only game he knew was ‘a Russian roulette
He drank Coca-Cola, bought Wonder Bread, he ate Burger Kings, he was well fed!

Well, everybody’s asking why he couldn’t adjust
And all he ever wanted was somebody to trust
They took his head and turned it inside out
He never did know what it was all about
They took a clean cut kid, and they made a killer out of him… Is what they did!

SAT-O-LITE

Baby got a sat-o-lite, my baby got a sat-o-lite
I’m lookin’ left and right I’ve got high anxiety, baby got a sat-o-lite

I know that he hurt you, and acted untrue
But don’t paint me with his brush because it only paints the color blue
You know that I love you, and I’m your kind of guy
But there ain’t no need to follow me with your electric eye

Baby got a sat-o-lite, my baby got a sat-o-lite
I know she’s got a little Sputnik to spy on me baby got a sat-o-lite
Baby got a sat-o-lite, my baby got a sat-o-lite
She says I’m hanging round the dregs of society, baby got a sat-o-lite

Went down to the market, I saw my friend Sue
And she asked me what was goin on between me and you yeah me and you
I said things are lookin’ good, and I turned with a smile
Just then I saw you runnin’ at me down the produce aisle

Baby got a sat-o-lite, my baby got a sat-o-lite
She thinks I’m running round cause I like variety, baby got a sat-o-lite
Baby got a sat-o-lite, my baby got a sat-o-lite
I’m lookin’ left and right I’ve got high anxiety, baby got a sat-o-lite

I’m headin’ for a nervous breakdown
I’m headin’ for The Big Careen
I’m headin’ for a spirit shakedown
I’m headin’ for Tomonga Street

LET ME LEARN TO LET IT GO

Clicker on your television, there’s a scene goin’ on down South
It’s your favorite politician, running’ off his favorite mouth

It’s a sound unappetizing, like a foghorn in your ear
You may find it unsurprising, that it’s only lies you’ll hear

And they listen – Like he’s Jesus Christ
A condition – Pimper’s paradise
A directive – From this awful fool
An invective – No more golden rule

Hear him askin’ for your dollars, got to keep those suburbs clean
But it doesn’t take a scholar, to know what he really means

Speakin’ insults and those nicknames, like a grown man never should
While the nation goes up in flames, he’ll convince you bad is good, oh yeah!

And they listen – Cause they think he’s great
A condition – Only offers hate
A directive – Come and join the Klan
An invective – Just another yes-man

Jesus let me lose this hate in my heart, let me learn to let it go
Jesus let me lose this hate in my heart, let me learn to let it go

He’s a poisonous transmitter, should be locked up in a cell
When your only friend is Twitter, but you never learned to spell.
To the faithful he’s a leader, but they’re just pawns in his game
Cause he’s always been a cheater, and he wins by placing blame, oh yeah

And they listen – To this human stain
A condition – Of a damaged brain
A directive – Watch the poison spread
An invective – We’re gonna wind up dead

Jesus let me lose this hate in my heart, let me learn to let it go
Jesus let me lose this hate in my heart, let me learn to let it go

EYES OF THE WORLD

It’s a sign of the times, when we worship greed
A million mouths to feed, singin’ “Let it Bleed”

Where I bury dreams, in a shallow grave.
No one left to save, I already gave

When you’ve not a care, cause she’s on The Pill
House upon a hill, you can buy a thrill

And you walk the streets, like you’re Jimmy Page
Cause you’re all the rage, Mama all the world’s a stage

It’s a sign of the times, we got miles to go
When you’re walkin’ slow, cause the undertow
Where I bury dreams, in a shallow grave.
No one left to save, I already gave

Awwww, shake it up!

Truck on!

You are the eyes of the world / Shine on just like the sun
You are the eyes of the world / Shine on just like the sun
You are the eyes of the world / Shine on just like the sun
You are the eyes of the world / Shine on just like the sun

THINK FOR YOURSELF

Well back when I was just a young boy, my Mama said “Hey Son…
Some days the devil knocks on my door, I must elect to fight or run
But fallin’ on my face I don’t mind if the cause I see,
Cause at least I know what not to do the next time those things come at me.”

Well I find it hard to understand the blame that’s placed on me
For those things that I cannot control like weather or the economy
It’s like beating up the paperboy when you don’t like the news he brings
Or shooting out your TV when the news guy tells you the state of things

There ain’t nobody but you, to stand behind the things you do,
You’ve got your mental health, you better think for yourself

I like in awake in bed as you sleep a million miles away
Just like I did that magic night you went ahead and let me stay
And I saw the moonlight shinin’ down upon your window shelf
And when I saw it light up your eyes, I knew that this must be love itself.

There ain’t nobody but you, to stand behind the things you do,
You’ve got uncommon wealth, you better think for yourself!

WHERE’S THE NEW ROCK AND ROLL?

Where’s the new rock and roll?
Where’s the new rock and roll?
Where’s the new rock and roll?
Where’s the new rock and roll?

Sam Phillips, Memphis Recording, 1951
Called Ike Turner and His Kings of Rhythm in, said “let’s record some fun.”
A later that week, Ike got the single said, “What the hell is this?”
The label read, “Jackie Brenston” not Ike’s name, and he was pissed!
Ike had an attitude for the rest of his life, the first rock and roll disappointment.
And he said…

Where’s the new rock and roll?
Where’s the new rock and roll?

So sign your name upon the page,
We’ll put you on the biggest stage in town

Where’s the new rock and roll?
Where’s the new rock and roll?

Getting ripped off is just a rite of passage in this business
Seems like everyone I ever met in rock and roll has been screwed
Whether it’s a club owner, a promoter, an unscrupulous manager, or
Somebody just ripping off your songs.
Most people just sign their name upon the page without even reading the fine print.
We’re thinking about making it big, while they’re thinking about making a quick buck.
So if you want my advice, just get yourself a good lawyer.

Hey little kiddies, looky here, airplane glue…No?
Just name your poison, we’ll get what you need
To make you blind so you won’t see.

Just sign your name upon the page,
We’ll put you on the biggest stage in town…yeah.

Where’s the new rock and roll? That’s right!
Where’s the new rock and roll? Gonna play all night.
Where’s the new rock and roll? Cause times are tight.
Where’s the new rock and roll? Aw, take it home…