About The Song
 I was playing around with some copyright free sound files that came with a CD attached to the May 2004 edition of Computer Music magazine. The sound files consisted of recordings of junk objects such as oil drums, steel spikes, rocks, and other ‘found’ objects that made a wide range of booming, ringing, or clanging sounds. As an experiment, I decided to see if I could put them into some sort of musical order that might sound like a Bjork style of composition. To my surprise and delight I was able to find enough sounds to build a multi-rhythm backing track to an as yet unwritten song. The sounds had a very strong, masculine, industrial sound to them, and I quickly realized that any lyrics I wrote would have to reflect those sounds. Junk Yard Dog is the result.
 Thanks to the folks behind Groove Criminals (www.groovecriminals.co.uk) who supplied the sound files to Computer Music magazine, which in turn provided the inspiration for this song.

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Lyrics

Junk Yard Dog 
© 2004, Jim Lesses. All Rights Reserved.  
 
It’s 97º in the shade today, 
But I keep working ‘cos I need the pay. 
They say be happy that you have a job, 
And keep on working like a junkyard dog. 
Just keep on working like a junkyard dog.

The boss is sleeping underneath the trees, 
But I have fallen down on to my knees. 
I've never seen a man who's such a slob, 
While I am working like a junkyard dog. 
Yes I am working like a junkyard dog.

His daughter winks at me, and spreads her thighs, 
She says she doesn’t, but I know she lies. 
I heard her squealing like a slaughter hog, 
While I was working like a junkyard dog. 
While I was working like a junkyard dog.

She has a lover, calls him, Sugar Ray, 
They made him foreman just the other day. 
That man is meaner than a demagogue, 
The way he treats me like a junkyard dog. 
I swear he treats me like a junkyard dog.

One day you know I’m gonna have my say, 
And that may not be very far away. 
They’ll have to find somebody else to flog, 
Nobody treats me like a junkyard dog. 
Nobody treats me like a junkyard dog.

Yes, one day I am gonna have my say, 
And that may not be very far away. 
They’ll have to find somebody else to flog, 
Nobody treats me like a junkyard dog. 
Nobody treats me like a junkyard dog. 
Nobody treats me like a ... 
Nobody treats me like a … 
Nobody treats me like a junkyard dog.

(You can take this job and shove it!)