Original song by Uncle SCotchy and Ryan Carney

Dyin Happy

1st Juke song ever

IN NO MOOD

Sunlight shines.
Got plenty of booze.
Birds are chirpin.
I’m in no mood.

The party was cookin.
Can’t you dig them sounds.
Where’s the backdoor?
Don’t want nobody around.

Can’t you hear me howlin?
Babe I’m on my way.
Or maybe next week.
I just can’t today.

Chorus:
When will you stop knockin baby?
When will you stop talking woman?
When will you stop cryin girl?
I swear I got a soul, I’m just in no mood.

01 In No Mood 3

Off of our new album, "Juke - Live and Fired"

Everything I Play

In No Mood

The Creaper

Sleepin in the Sea V.09

Tiem
You say you want someone to pick you up....pick you up when your feelin down, honey,
I aint got that kind of time.
You say you wanna walk...walk with no money into town, baby? Who’s got that kind of time?
You say you want some lovin’...some lovin’ when your real man is out of town? Ah, I guess he ain’t got that kind of time.
Baby, you ain’t mean or dumb...Tell me what’s all this evil you’ve done?
mmmmm
I’ll tell you somethin your man don’t know...

I don’t want you,,, I don’t need you,,, I don’t love you,,
Gonna mold a man from your tears.
I don’t want you,,, I don’t need you,,, I don’t love you
Gonna tear out my heart and give him mine.

Last night I dreamt I could fly...woke with feathers over my eyes...shield my eyes from the sun.
Walked the land in a fog that day...i cried and wondered what she’d say..
damn,,,that shouldn’t matter anymore.
I’ll tell you something your man don’t know...
The safest place in your house is by your window...
Where I can make my getaway. 

I don’t want you,,, I don’t need you,,, I don’t love you
Gonna tear out me heart and give him mine
I don’t want you,,, I don’t need you,,, I don’t love you
Baby whose got that kind of time?

Saw your man at the liquor store...he shook my hand, smiled, and wanted to know, “Hey man. How you been?”
Looked up at him...heard what he said...feelin like a dog walkin on two legs...”Brother, you don’t wanna know.”

I don’t know how much longer this can go.
This sharing your heart is eating my soul.
If only I was just a better man.

I don’t want you,,, I don’t need you,,, I don’t love you
Gonna mold a man with your tears.
I don’t want you,,, I don’t need you,,, I don’t love you
Gonna tear out my heart and give him mine.
I don’t want you,,, I don’t need you,,, I don’t love you
So I’ll always be there to love you.
I don’t want you,,, I don’t need you,,, I don’t love you
Baby whose got that kind of time?


03 Tiem

SANDE’S SONG

Please mama.
Please mama don’t go away.
If you don’t know who I am,
It don’t mean that I won’t stay.

Please mama.
You need me and I need you.
You can’t tell that it’s breakfast time
I’ll have to make eggs for you.

Hey mama.
You tell me that you always miss me.
Don’t you know I been here all the time
Like a bird that don’t wanna be free.

She used to stand up for me.
She used to scream at me.
You know she loves my daddy.
I know he feels just like me.

To have his woman fade away.
He used to be a mighty man.
He’s growin older every day.
This wasn’t part of his plans.

You know I don’t believe in god.
I think the spirit is a lie.
To let that happen to my mama,
Can’t stand to look up at the sky.

Please mama.
Tell me you remember me.
Even if you don’t mean what you say,
It will ease my misery.


04 Sande's Song

10 Miles to Go

I got 10 miles to go. Half a drink in my hand.
Hope I can make it to the promised land.

9 miles to go. White knuckles on the wheel.
The road don’t care about how i feel.

8 more miles. Now i realize
not to stare at a man the same time he dies.

7 miles left. I got just enough gas.
Didn’t know my old Ford could move so fast.
Its a’66 Mustang fastback

Been drivin all night, my eyes weigh a ton.
I keep myself clear from everyone.
Ain’t a question you got that I might know.
So if you’re done with me, Sheriff, I gotsta go.

6 miles now. Got a sack o’ dough.
Next stop Tijuana, Mexico.
Chicle! Odelay!

5 more miles. I give my eyes a rub.
Hope I can still find that Chicago Club.
I head they got a lot of nice girls down there.

Just 4 miles. I love them little brown dames.
I smile when they try to say my name. 
Ay, Senior!

3 miles, I must have and angel. I don’t know
how that dang fool Sheriff let me go. 

Been drivin all night, my eyes weigh a ton.
I keep myself clear from everyone.
Ain’t a question you got that I might know.
So if you’re done with me, Sheriff, I gotsta go. 

I can’t take back nuthin.
I got paid in cash.
I heard he had it comin.
But them eyes stared at me like ash.

I got 2 miles left!  I got 2 miles left!
Am I still a guilty man?
I got 1 mile left!  I got 1 mile left!
I hope the lord understands.


05 10 Miles to Go 1

Hailing from Miami, JUke is a new breed of blues-band fronted by a modern day bluesman. It is the brainchild of singer/songwriter/harmonica whiz, Eric Garcia, who was dissatisfied with most dated, non-threatening traditional blues. Eric felt the need to bring the angst and power back into the type of music that seemed to lose some of it's relevance and impact. 
Teaming up with guitar phenom and singer, Evan Lamb, was the catapult that made JUke go and realize Eric's vision. 
The addition of powerhouse drummer, Brian Lange, and the endless grooves from bassist, Taylor Byrd, have completed the unique hybrid that has become JUke.

JUke'ʹs  first  album, " Lungbutter‑the  Blues  Basement  Tapes",  is  available  on  iTunes. 
The recording of  their   sophomore   album,  " Down   Low   Cool",   is releasing June 1st!. , JUke's in-your-face live shows and stories of love, loss and pain make 2012 a breakout year for Miami's favorite little dirty blues band!

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