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Cab Calloway and His Orchestra – Minnie the Moocher

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Cab Calloway 30-luvun jazz-hitti vilisee viittauksia huumeisiin. Vilahtaapa biisi Blues Brothers elokuvassakin.

”Folks here’s a story ’bout Minnie the Moocher; she was a red hot hoochie
coocher.
She was the roughest toughest frail; but Minnie had a heart as big as a whale.

Hi de hi de hi de hi
Ho de ho de ho de ho
Hee de hee de hee de hee
Ho oo waooo waoooo

She messed around with a bloke named Smokey; She loved him though he was kokey.
He took her down to Chinatown and showed her how to kick the gong around.

Hi-de-hi-de-hi-de-hi
Ho-whooooaaaa-ahhhh-ohh
He-de-he-de-hee-de-he
Ho-oh-ho-oh

She had a dream about the king of Sweden; he gave her things, that she was
needin’.
He gave her a home built of gold and steel, a diamond car, with the puh-latinum
wheels.

Hi-de-hi-de-hi-de-hi-de-hi-de-hi-de-hi
Ho-de-ho-de-ho-de-ho-de-ho-de-oh
Skeedle-a-booka-diki biki skeedly beeka gookity woop!
A-booriki-booriki-booriki Hoy!

He gave her his town house and his racing horses; each meal she ate was a dozen
courses.
She had a million dollars in nickels and dimes; she sat around and counted it
all, a million times.

Hi-de-hi-de-hi-de-hi
Ho-oh-whoaa-oh-oh-whoa
He-de-he-de-hee-de-hee
Poor Min! Poor Min! Poo-oor Min”

Rodriguez – Sugar Man

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Amerikkalaisen folk-laulajan, Rodriguezin, Sugar Manista tuli pieni hitti esimerkiksi Australiassa, vaikkakin Amerikassa hän on jäänyt hyvinkin tuntemattomaksi.

”Sugar man, won’t you hurry
’cos i’m tired of these scenes
For a blue coin won’t you bring back
All those colors to my dreams.

Silver magic ships you carry
Jumpers, coke, sweet mary jane

Sugar man met a false friend
On a lonely dusty road
Lost my heart when i found it
It had turned to dead black coal

Silver magic ships you carry
Jumpers, coke, sweet mary jane

Sugar man you’re the answer
That makes my questions disappear
Sugar man ’cos i’m weary
Of those double games l hear

Sugar man, won’t you hurry
’cos i’m tired of these scenes
For a blue coin won’t you bring back
All those colors to my dreams.

Silver magic ships you carry
Jumpers, coke, sweet mary jane

Sugar man met a false friend
On a lonely dusty road
Lost my heart when i found it
It had turned to dead black coal

Silver magic ships you carry
Jumpers, coke, sweet mary jane

Sugar man you’re the answer
That makes my questions disappear”

Blue Öyster Cult – Then Came the Last Days of May

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Blue Öyster Cultin debyyttialbumilla on muutamakin huumeisiin viittaava kappale. Then Came the Last Days of May kertoo tarinan kaveruksista, jotka ovat menossa ostamaan huumeita, mutta jotain meneekin lopussa totaalisen pieleen.

”Parched land, no desert sand
The sun is just a little dot
And a little bit of water goes a long way
’cause it’s hot (it’s hot)
Three good buddies of mine were laughin’ and smokin’
In the back of a rented Ford
They couldn’t know they weren’t going too far

Each one with the money in his pocket
To go out and buy himself a brand new car
But they all held the money they had
Money they hoped would take them very far

Sky’s bright, the traffic light
Now and then a truck
And they hadn’t seen a cop around all day (what luck)
They brought everything they needed
Bags and scales to weigh the stuff
The driver said, ”The border’s just over the bluff”

Wasn’t until the car suddenly stopped
In the middle of a cold and barren plain
And the other guy turned and spilled
Three boys blood did they know a trap had been laid?

They’re OK the last days of May
But I’ll be breathin’ dry air
I’m leaving soon
The others are already there (all there)
Wouldn’t be interested in coming along
Instead of staying here?
It’s said the West is nice this time of year”

Aerosmith – Reefer Headed Woman

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Aerosmith julkaisi Jazz Gillumin 30-luvulla säveltämän bluesbiisin levyllään Night in the Ruts vuonna 1979. Sanoituksen oli pistetty hieman uusiksi, mutta edelleen laulellaan kovin jumissa olevasta naikkosesta.

”I got a reefer headed woman
She fell right down from the sky, good Lord
I got a reefer headed woman
She fell right down from the sky
Well, I gots to drink me two fifths of whiskey
Just to get half as high

When the good Lord made that woman
He sure went to town
When the good Lord made that woman
He sure went to town
Well, when he was feelin’ high
He sure should have been feelin’ low

I got a reefer headed woman
Lord, she fell right down from the sky
Little reefer headed woman
She fell right down from the sky
Lord, I got to drink me two fifths of whiskey
Just to get, just to get half as high”

Jazz Gillum & His Jazz Boys – Reefer Headed Woman

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Hienoa blues-kitarointia (yksi ensimmäisistä levytetyistä sähkökitarablueseista) ja huuliharpun soittamista tässä 30-luvun lopun biisissä. Laulun sanoma taitaa olla, että pitää miehet naistenne näpit erossa kannabiksesta :-D

”Now, I can’t see why my baby sleeps so sound
Well now, I can’t see why my baby sleeps so sound
She must-a have smoked her reefer
An it’s bound to carry her down

When I left her this mornin’
Now, I left her sleepin’ sound
When I left her this mornin’
I left her sleepin’ sound
The only way she could catch me
Is to run like a fool bloodhound

She said she was gon’ leave me
Goin’ to some no good town
She said she was gon’ leave me
Goin’ to some no good town
She was a rough cuttin’ woman
She didn’t like to break ’em down

If you got a good woman
Mens, please don’t take her around
If you got a good woman
Mens, please don’t take her around
She will get full of reefers
And raise sand all over this town.”

The Offspring – Mota

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Every day, well it’s the same
That bong that’s on the table starts to call my name
I take a hit and zone out again
I’ll be paranoid and hungry by a quarter to ten
Watching reruns on my TV
I’m laughing off my ass at three’s company
I don’t now if I’m understood
but hearing Jimmy buffett never sounded so good
Your memory’s gone and so is your life (your life)
Mota boy
But losing out just never felt so right
Your enemy’s you and so is your life (your life)
Mota boy
But losing out might feel okay all night
Mota
I’m driving down to the Barrio
Going 15 miles an hour cause I’m already stoned
Give the guy a twenty and wait in the car
He tosses me a baggie then he runs real far
I take a hit but it smells like a clove
Oh fuck I got a baggie of oregano
This ritual is destroying me
But I guess it could be worse
It could be methedrine
Your memory’s gone and so is your life (your life)
Mota boy
But losing out just never felt so right
Your enemy’s you and your couch is your life (your life)
Mota boy
But losing out might take
Losing out might take you all night
Mota
Losing out might feel okay all night
Yeah losing out might feel okay all life

Herra Huu – Skippaa neula

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Huge L räppää tässä hienosti leikkien neulan skippaamisen merkityksillä.

”Edestakas vaik ei takas edes tuu
sä oot mun rakas spede heitän kamas menee, juu
tää on ku radiost se erobiisi, koukuttavaa ku heroiini
se on niin houkuttavaa, touhus samaa
on koukus kamaan sama ku paketin joulun avaa
sen takii joutuu ravaa
pohjakuilus hakee tärinöis raketil nousuu samaa
ku on tapetil hallu, pakeni karkuun ku bon apetit ampuu
alkuun lopetin, odotan, et sammuu mopedi
nyt pannus vaan kofein
se on ku Asterix ja Obelix
taikajuomaa ku lapsille sokerit
tai huorille hotellit, likaisemmille motellit
pikalempi empi ku laitto perässään oven kii
molempii puolii ku Jekyll ja Hyde
me kyl pärjätään yhes ku on aina sama syke
ei lepy vaik on jälleen saanu
mä oon ku lp -levy mis on jälleen naarmu

Skippaa neula

Nollaan sun tilin tost, kollaan sut Kivikost
tililt nosti massit, kassin binit nosti
sassiin, ei lennä SAS:il
korkeintaan pilves ku on kengässä hassist
mut siihen se ei jääkkään
rappusii on paljon edes jos niin vaan nyt päättää
hääpäivän vaimoaan lääppää
ei oo ainoa jota vaino tääl rääkkää
katselee kaivoa ku on askeleella painoa
säestää kanteleella kaihoa
pitää kiinni airoa mantereella
ku jää tantereella railoa
stimuloi aivoa, kipuu pois kaivoist
vie kipuu pois paikoist
lipuu pois avannos, välttelee laitosta
vitut nois kairoist

Skippaa neula”

Hanoi Rocks – Mental Beat

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Amfetamiini taitaa valvottaa tässä Hanoin biisissä.

”You can’t ignore this beat
You have to get up on your dancing feet
You will have no time to eat
The beat is so much stronger than me
Oh, yes, it is

I observe and I learn
Today I have been reversed
And it seems to me, now, like I’m the center of the universe

People ask me if I’m going insane
But I say it’s just this missile in my vein
It comes on hard; there’s no stop, no start
And it kicks so strong, the kick goes on
Over and over till you can’t belong
It’s an endless song
One, two, three, it goes on

Ooo, mental beat
Ooo, mental beat

Your hero’s just a zero
And you’re just another weirdo
It comes on like a bomber
A long distance drummer
If you can’t hear the beat, you must be deaf

Hanoi Rocks has got the beat
Boy, they never seem to sleep
And the only explanation
Is that there is no protection
Against the mental beat

So let’s go”

Incubus – We’re Smokin’ the Herb Again

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Incubuksen alkutaipaleen ep:ltä löytyvä piilobiisi hehkuttaa yrtin elikkäs kannabiksen polttelua.

”Yo Yo Yo, Yo, Yo Yo What
Smoking
We’re smoking, we’re smoking the herb again
We’re smoking, we’re smoking, we’re smoking the herb again
We’re smoking, we’re smoking, we’re smoking the herb again
We’re smoking, we’re smoking, we’re smoking the herb again

Damn, I really wish I could find my sack man
Must have got eaten by Pac-Man
If I had it I could smoke again
Smoke with my friends until the very end
But now I’m trying to comprehend
When’s the next time that I’ll smoke again
I need to know, please tell when will we smoke again

I got a buddy, his name is Ted
He’s got a problem going through his head
He doesn’t know how to puff puff give
But I like him so I’ll teach him and I’ll let him live
Everyday we teach him right
When he defies, we have to fight
But at the end of the trying day
We says it’s ok and we puff away

Just the other night, I saw you, you were smokin not sharing and being tight
But that’s ok, you are my friend, we’re smoking it until the end
The lessons that we put out, we order you to try it out
It’s nice to smoke, yea that’s what we’re all about

Smoking
We’re smoking, we’re smoking the herb again
We’re smoking, we’re smoking, we’re smoking the herb again
We’re smoking, we’re smoking, we’re smoking the herb again
We’re smoking, we’re smoking, we’re smoking the herb again

Hey, Ho, Hey Ho, Hey, Ho, Hey, Ho, Hey, Ho, Hey, Ho

Spit it Ya Wet It, Don’t Babysit it just Hit it, Now Pass it to the Left

I smoke, you smoke, we smoke, they smoke, smoking everywhere
I smoke, you smoke, we smoke, they smoke, smoking all together

Smoking
We’re smoking, we’re smoking the herb again”

Harlem Hamfats – The Weed Smoker’s Dream

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Hamppujazzia 30-luvulta. Harlem Hamfatseilla oli kyseenalainen maine tuolloin, koska useammatkin heidän sävellyksistään käsittelivät huumeita, seksiä ja viinaa.

”Sittin’ on a million
Sittin’ on it every day
Can’t make no money givin’ your stuff away
Why don’t you do now
like the millionaires do
Put your stuff on the market
And make a million too

Fay’s a betting woman
She bets on every hand
She’s a trickin’ mother for you every-where she land
Why don’t you do now
like the millionaires do
Put your stuff on the market
And make a million too

May’s a good-lookin’ frail
She lives down by the jail
On her back though she got hot stuff for sale
Why don’t you do now
like the millionaires do
Put your stuff on the market
And make a million too”

Pain – Pull Me Under

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”I’m gonna ride on my addiction tide
why don’t you come and watch me die
can’t get enough – you know I never get enough
I am gonna do it ’til I die
and every time I throw my face against the wall
just to know that I am alive
my mind is getting twisted and my body is getting numb
I have succeeded the ultimate rush

leaving it all behind, I need my mind to spin me around

pull me under
suck me in, spit me out, hold on tight cause I am going down
I am what the drugs make me

I am doing time in my toasted mind
crash and burn – I guess I never learn
bring me down on my knees and drag me through the dirt
got nowhere to hide

leaving it all behind, I need the drugs to spin me around

pull me under
suck me in, spit me out, hold on tight cause I am going down
I am what the drugs make me
I fall over
shut me up, throw me out, hold on tight cause I am going down
I let the drugs help me

I don’t wanna be alone
I guess I am not the only one

leaving it all behind, I need the drugs to spin me around

pull me under
suck me in, spit me out, hold on tight cause I am going down
I am what the drugs make me
I fall over
shut me up, throw me out, hold on tight cause I am going
down
I let the drugs help me

pull me under
shut me up, spit me out
I fall over”