Lyrics of Jukebox Tracks
Blues Tune I Man Philosophy
(Words n Music By Bijan Tayari)
If you give a little get a little
Love is what you get
If you give a little take the lot
Money is all you got
In this confusing world of confusion
We live by abusive American illusion
We people live by weighing the cost
Losing our minds loving with lust
If you hurt a few, get hurt by few
Then brother realise what you should not do
If you hurt a few run run run escape your due
Then brother realise your only fooling you
If you give a little get a little
Love is what you get
Love is what you get
The Rebel
(Words n Music By Bijan Tayari)
In this world a child is born
Within impoverished walls
Family work yet still they struggle
To feed this child a mouthful
This child grows - grows to see
Mother bound slavin' in poverty
Hangin' on an outstretched hand
Workin' by another mans whip n command
This child's rights are denied
Her life never seen through her eyes
Inequality has brought her despair
Despair brings confrontations fear
Rebel lusts for the Anarchy
Shoot her six times seven she is free
Rebel fights for equality
Rebel remembers mother shackled in slavery
Who are you gonna complain to
Is it not you livin' in this world too
A Green Room
(Words n Music By Bijan Tayari)
Life I have watched
Through a window
Flows the river high n low
Blow to the docks
The aging locks
Industry rules the waves so
Industry rules the waves so
I take a stroll through the concrete
N in the distance glistening ion the wind
River flow held in the lock
River flow dead in the dock
In days gone by the ships n boats were screaming
Their sails wail n cry gliding n carving
The moon returns and darkness appears
Sound of the night broken yet it nears
The sound of moving lights
The sound of moving lights
Silence stairs at me
Rundown by the sudden screaming heap
You ramblers of the parking lots
No destination just vain slouching guts
Kill your moving lights
Kill your moving lights
Feelings of What
(Words By Bijan Tayari Music By The Upsetters)
There got to be a way
Got to be a way
Don't need a sufferin' for just a one to prosper
Another needs no borrowing to search for their laughter
What is the point of a givin'?
When givin' end in all the takin'
Is it not from the land of birth?
One should reach the top of the earth
The joys in the do and the why'd I'd like to
But if false this joy may come back n break you
There's got to be a way of stoppin' this
Shitstem of progression stifled by their aggression
Truth
Honesty
Surly your best policy
Truth n honesty one man can prosper
Off the back of another him just create
Yet another sufferer
