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60 Junkyard Blues

(Airey, Gillan, Glover, Morse, Paice)
From the Deep Purple album Rapture of the Deep

Roger Glover came up with the title. There's something intriguing about junkyards. Near the old White City stadium in West London there was a scrapyard where I spent many a night sheltering in abandoned cars, when I'd missed the last train or ran out of money and steam. I'm still fascinated by the abandoned items sorted into groups that may rot and release their gases or find another useful owner.

Junkyard Blues

(Airey, Gillan, Glover, Morse, Paice)

Broken down relations
Beaten up guitars
Making one last appearance
In a heap of old cars
Brambles and weeds
Flourishing amongst
Lines of empty bottles
And rambling drunks

Junkyard blues sound familiar
I'm never alone
Always remind me of home

One of a dozen
Covered with stains
Blistered and stinking
Was all that remained
Cannibalised machines
Mysterious bones
Unwanted contents
Of anonymous homes

Those junkyard blues sound familiar
Take me back
Always remind me of home

Mangy old dog
Scratching in the dust
Burned out Mercedes
Surrendering to rust
All this stuff
Was good for something
But here it is now
Good for nothing

Junkyard blues sound familiar
I'm never alone
Always remind me of home

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