by Like Junk





released January 13, 2017

all songs by scott white
music by Like Junk
engineered by Simon Sieradzki
produced & mixed by Simon Sieradzki & scott white
mastered by Laurie Sinagra
cover art by scott white

Like Junk are:
Michael Lush - gtr/synths/backing-vox/whistles
Sierra Whisky - vox/melodica/glokenspiel
Anetta Nevin - drums/autoharp/percussion
scott white - piano/vox/synths/programming
Simon Sieradzki (guest) - bass/acoustic/add.drums

all songs inspired by:
“Sexing the Cherry” by Janette Winterson
“4.48 Psychosis” by Sarah Kane

fɔː bʌndiː


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Described as 'eccentric, eclectic, terrifying, enticing, melodramatic and ridiculously unique,' the trio have a reputation for moody, crazed and performative live shows.

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Track Name: The Last Princess
The last princess
Was light as light
She had gold braids
Across her spine
On ropes she’d spin
Within the wind
No cage could curve
The flight in her

The flight in her

He did not sleep
For forty nights
In forty dreams
Missed forty flights
This is the end
The final end
For him to serve
A call to her

A call to her
Track Name: phishcantwhistle
She lived atop the moon
Dreamed of the sun
In a tower of disbelief
She had to reach too far
Slept alone in her dreams at night
Soon they took the day
It’s easier to track a barnacle goose
Than to follow your heart

A phish can’t whistle and neither can I
She found herself undone
Until a giant climbing down a stalk
Fell across her path
Robbed and battered, she returned his health
He returned her day
Gave her wings and a voice that could melt
All the blues away

And she said
“This is how we dance”
“This is how we fly”
Track Name: dancing on glass
Breathe it out
Twist and shout
Turn it out

Burn it out
Dance on glass
Turn it out
Churn it out

Turn it out
Bathed in doubt
Twist it out
And turn it out
Turn it out
Track Name: /sɛksɪŋ/
Track Name: 3.21 Psychosis
My favourite dream is shaken
Too many things upset it
Too many (lies)(lines) are failing
I like to live beneath it

My friends work for the Stasi
Last month they were all Nazis
Last year they dropped the atom bomb
Don’t cater to their lust for blood

Spilled blood no new beginning
No time to cheer we’re winning
No chance that we will wait that long
To say the enemy has moved on

No hate

Fuck all blue white and red flags
Their history’s lined with dog tags
They hope that we won’t get along
They hope that you don’t get along

No hate

This ain’t no fuckin’ new song
Our river’s long been poisoned
No country will protest too late
No coverage will protect your fate

No hate

She won’t fuck you
Track Name: The Silent Street
I walk outside
With my suitcase full
Of my mistakes
As though my lessons are done

Now she comes to me
And I hold back
I see gold
I saw gold
Then I come to
Cut me

I falter through time
Haunted by words
As The Silent Street presents:
‘His Love on the Line’
Tonight, tonight
Watch him scream
Watch him scream
“I’m free”