Junkyard Seagull Dreams

Words and music by Briyan Frederick
© Brian F Baker | Published by Blind Mime Music, ASCAP
Instruments, vocals and arrangement by Blind Mime Ensemble and Sunoai

This was written for the “A Dream” skirmish during February Album Writing Month (FAWM.org) 2025. Skirmishes on FAWM are when someone creates a prompt for a song participants must write the song in one hour.

Upon the posting of the prompt I went looking through some audio samples and came across a recording I’d made of seagulls at a junkyard and thought of tying that into dreams of the struggling class.

The lyrics came as I wrote, rather than having any definite idea. This February album is turning out to be a pretty dark take on our current state. Some of the lines are real. I live in a tiny rented duplex facing trax on 2nd West in Salt Lake. I hear the wails now just outside my door, in fact.

Junkyard Seagull Dreams

Are we all staking a position at the trough?
Feeding at the governmental slop
Petty food line crimes
We each commit to barely just survive

I wake up with the TV on
Some youtube channel streaming
Talking heads, no-nothing threads
But what was that
I was dreaming…

But lately all my dreams and schemes
Are like the dreams some days it seems
of Junkyard seagull dreams

They'll steal your crust of bread
To get ahead of where you tread
Mother's bled of all the dread
Of nasty little red-headed boys
With big boy toys…

And lately all my dreams and schemes
Are like the dreams some days it seems
of Junkyard seagull dreams

But Jonathan's barely living on the street
Outlook's bleak,
With broken beaks
Feeding on the inheritance
Of what's left to we, the meek

The screams of crack head whores
At 2am are whaling past my door
It's always one or another
That these, my brothers
Will not spare a dime to call
For whatever bother

And lately all my dreams and schemes
Are like the dreams some days it seems
of Junkyard seagull dreams