“Trash Man,” Jimi Hendrix

I am your trash man
Throw out all your trash today
Clean out your mind today
Please pass the weed
And please take some heed
Take your fast glass guns and
Throw them away
There he goes, hey
I just the gypsy bandit

Gypsy talk
She has been here 3 times and
The 4th time, she was emptied in from
The mouth of a bottle
Seems like I seen you somewhere before
And her dog named pig had a red
Neck shaped just like a cracker
Dipped in rot hole

Address 3rd trash can from the left
That’s where I’ll be
Just take all your blues
And throw them at my feet
Oh that’s what friends are for
Yes, I sing the blues for me and you
Let me do changes and come back
And tell you, so it won’t be so hard
When it’s time for you to go through

Anything is possible after an
Embarrassing situation

And once you take but all that
Rubbish and hate and
Load it on my truck
But don’t make me work late
I am your trashman
And don’t forget I also want

To live — not just survive
I ain’t your black slave — just
Because I just might try to
Wash out your mind — it’s up to
Your friend to get up off your rusty behind

And please pass me the peace weed
And take some heed
Throw all that mixed up speed
Away — all that dirt is gonna clog and
Hurt — man you reach 100 years old in a day
I am your trashman
I am your trashman
I come to keep your houses clean
I am the trashman
Take out all your dirty blues and
Dreams, well when I come around to
Collect for the bill
That’s when I come around for
My pleasure kill…

I am the trashman
You must have seen me in
Your t.v
I’m here to clean up
All your hang ups or
Come downs, I’m gonna kill…
That’s my duty
So please don’t try to make
Me crawl up no hill

May I whisper in your ear…
Say something you ought to hear…
Lots of people so dear
They’re getting hurt…

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“Coming Up Roses,” Elliott Smith

[Verse 1]
I’m a junkyard full of false starts
And I don’t need your permission
To bury my love under this bare light bulb

[Pre-Chorus]
The moon is a sickle cell
It’ll kill you in time
Your cold white brother riding your blood
Like spun glass in sore eyes

[Chorus]
While the moon does its division
You’re buried below
And you’re coming up roses everywhere you go
Red roses follow

[Verse 2]
The things that you tell yourself
They’ll kill you in time
Your cold white brother alive in your blood
Spinning in the night sky

[Chorus]
While the moon does its division
You’re buried below
And you’re coming up roses everywhere you go
Red roses
So you got in a kind of trouble that nobody knows
It’s coming up roses everywhere you go
Red roses

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“Trash, Art, and the Movies,” Pauline Kael

http://genius.com/albums/Pauline-kael/Trash-art-and-the-movies

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“Mansard Roof,” Vampire Weekend

I see a Mansard roof through the trees
I see a salty message written in the eaves

The ground beneath my feet
The hot garbage and concrete

And now the tops of buildings
I can see them too

I see a Mansard roof through the trees
I see a salty message written in the eaves
The ground beneath my feet
The hot garbage and concrete
And now the tops of buildings
I can see them too

The Argentines collapse in defeat
The admiralty surveys the remnants of the fleet
The ground beneath their feet
Is a nautically-mapped sheet
As thin as paper
While it slips away from view

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“Suzanne,” Leonard Cohen

Now Suzanne takes your hand
And she leads you to the river

She is wearing rags and feathers
From Salvation Army counters
And the sun pours down like honey
On our lady of the harbour
And she shows you where to look
Among the garbage and the flowers

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“Silver Linings Playbook,” Running Scene

Bradley Cooper Wearing a Garbage Bag:

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“Choice Notes” by Alex Winston

Filmed at the Heidelberg Project.

More info about the Heidelberg Project: http://www.heidelberg.org/

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