Mariah
Engivale
Jukebox Blues
This is a story about a father and daughter, who decide to do some cleaning in their attic. While they are there, they come across a box of old Cd's and start to reminesce on the times and events that lead to this album being purchased. And it goes on...
We are Born to Run...
Political comments bound by medicinal nonsense
Breached walls of a heart that was God blessed
Stop stress, my father figures were never for me
This story of growth went pageless, forever boring
And a daughter I was then, no sign of hurt or hate
I was a freed bird only to find all the world's a cage
Turn to rage? I've expalined I don't need that hand
But turning days meant for yearning ways to plan
Came to stand alone and death, I wouldn't cover it
When covenants of Truth are held by a government
Freedom come to a sinner? - it's not the "in" thing
Disgusting, the mechanics of man...so contradicting
And it takes Sixteen Stones...
My lust is a sin when I'm drinkin' gin,
It must be your skin that I'm sinkin' in..
I blink and then my thoughts turn
To scotch I've earned with my hardships...
I'm off to learn why she was taught to spurn my scarred lips...
Bizarre trips taken by my mind now awoken,
I'm reclusive but I'll be used if my silence is spoken...
I'm up in the air ignoring something that's there
It's my fate but I'd rather depreciate than be rare...
I'm proud, I hope I'm not around when love's disallowed...
I dont wanna come back down from this cloud
To make 3 Libras...
I took a look at this life to find that it's crooked tonight
Shook by the might of living in spite of a foolish fight
That fight that I've brought upon myself in confusion
Healthy abuse is never so great if you're the one losin'
Forget the scraps, you can't stand straight with no food
It's old news when they've told you what you'll go through
It's so true too, my parents knew all that was in sight
But I was never wrong, yet still they were always right
Falling white skin on snowflaked soil, angels surrounded
Making announcements of malice - the earth is unbalanced
Ready to Die...
"Gimme the Loot!"
I'm in the pursuit of my dreams-
I'm stupid but still expected to be lucid it seems...
The new set of scenes is rolling fused by the screams-
Of gunshots where fun stops
Block parties are riots...
How bad do these drunks have to be to deny it?
I'm glad to be the proprietor but I'm not sure that you'll buy it...
Time's heavy design is bestowed to our graves, we
Know "I'm ready to die, but nobody can save me...
And owed money is laid at feet and still spent-
The sun rises even if you're the one who dies-
But your will's lent.
I'm a man and God's fair,
Even if he's through with prayer...
"Throw your hands in the air if you're a true player..."
"...Put another dime in the Jukebox, baby!..."