Story Behind The Song

There have been many a crazy night when the line between desire and reality gets mixed up and blurred. I wnated to put something down they conveyed this experience...

Song Description

Somewhere amoungst the ruins of another stoned and bloated evening, Coherant rythm finds it's way home.

Lyrics

Whiskey

Goin? nowhere in a hurry. Empty halls,
Empty glass. No present, just past.
Gosta know what the fuck ya? be thinkin?
Ya? girl gone wild ?cause ya? girl still drinkin?.
Look a lil? closer, girl, ya? just might miss it.
Deliver me some dream soup and then you can kiss it.
Rhythm with some reason, baby, if ya? tease ?em.
Just like to look, like to lick, but don?t squeeze ?em.
Pleasure is a must! Strolling down these folding
Faces of Chicago while I cuss. Goddamn!
All this decadence, destroy all the evidence.
I wanna cum inside ya?, but you under the influence.
Possibly maybe, but differences are shady.
Souls full of energy I stole from yo? lady.
The underage baby is too fuckin? risky.
Takes a lot of whiskey, takes a whole lot of whiskey.

[Chorus]
Takes a whole lot of whiskey
To make these nightmares go away.

Release what I fear. Fuck you if you don?t like
What you hear. Stick it yo? rear. Thoughts move!
Words ya? lose. Man, ain?t got no
Time for the blues. So what the difference?
I?m a witness. None ya? business.
Better fix me up a drink, or just keep ya? fuckin? distance.
Speakin? of the dead, or blasphemy in bed.
Chivas on the rocks, or my drum fucks instead.
I?m pickin? up the pieces. Refutable thesis.
Had a fight with Jack Daniel?s, thought I was Jesus.
I lost. Don?t come around here, boss, thinkin?
You could come drink without payin? the cost.
Take me to another place.
And get me fucked up like I said in the first place.
Lost party, I?m sorry for gettin? you involved.
I got another moody mystery for you to solve.

[Chorus}

What the fuck you doin? drinking up all that whiskey.
Ain?t got shit to lose, drink it down lil? sissy.
Gettin? lit, oh, so quick little bitch. Glenfiddich!
No Red Label until ya? get stable.
The stoner that ya? drink, the player more you get.
Dear Johnny Walker have ya? fucked up before sunset.
I?m tellin? y?all the truth, it?s fuckin? debauchery.
Just gimme more, just gimme more, there?s nothin? that?s stoppin? me.
A fool let loose. Man, fuck gin and juice.
Explain yourself in kisses, huh? REFUSE!
A moment of silence for the voices in my head.
I feel my body talkin?, but my baby?s got the bends.
Toast to my last breath, livin? on past death.
Another day?s useless energy is spent.
Cold hearted orb that rules every night.
Drink a lot of whiskey that?s right that?s right!

[Chorus]