Badflower – x ANA x

I can’t feel my toes or my fingertips
My chest is pounding so fast I can’t keep up with it
I’m losing it, fuck, I just wanna quit
And I’m clenching my face and and I’m touching my dick

I need a fix Ana fix and I’m sick of this
Showing people my tricks and my tics
Ana judging me
Judging my fucking sex ANA x ANA x
And I’m faking just to stay in my body
I’m nervous, I can’t fucking stand it

Well if that’s what they’re giving me
The pills are my necessity now
You won’t fix my attitude
‘Cause Ana does it better than you
(Ana does it better)

Ana you save my soul
Can you let me have my heart, fall in it

Yea-hah
(I need you)

Ok I’m sick
Not the kind of sick that lands you in the doctor
Not the kind that makes you weak and then heals you stronger
It’s a kind of sick that turns your legs into spaghetti
A kind of sick that makes your blood burn and your bones heavy
The kind of sick that makes an atheist pray for Jesus
The kind of sickness that turns your power into weakness

And I’m sick of being sick for this whole fucking place to witness
And I’m living a sick life that most people call privilege
And they’re kinda right but I’m still sicker than I can cope with

Ana you save my soul
Can you let me have my heart, fall in it
I suffer for a living
There has to be a limit
You know I love you so
But that’s what I’ve been given

Ana (want you save my soul)
Ana (want you to make me slow down)
Ana (want you save my soul)
Ana (want you to make me slow down)

It’s showtime
I have a lump in my throat
I forgot how to breathe
Only know how to choke

And all these people are waiting
To see the kid with the rage
But I’m afraid he might collapse before he gets to the stage
I need x ANA x
Help me bury my thoughts
And all the pressure I’ve suffered
To be someone that I’m not

I’m shaking a lot
(Hey don’t fuck up tonight, it’s your only shot)

Ready or ready or ready or ready or not
It’s a party

You know I love you so
Ana you saved my soul
Ana (let’s pump it up, let’s go)
Ana (don’t make me lose control)
You know I love you so
Ana you save my soul
Ana (let’s pump it up, let’s go)
Ana (don’t make me lose control)

Okay the song is over now
But I’m not ready to go
(Ana) So this is the shit that happens
When I stay awake for days at home (Ana)

Hey! Wanna see what happens when I mix Xanax
Blow and a MacBook pro (what the-)

Don’t make me lose control
Ana (white pills coming up, let’s go)
Ana (too late to save my soul)
Ana (chew it up, chew it up, let’s go), oh woah
Ana (coming up, coming up, let’s go)

Ana you save my soul (my soul)
Suffer for a living, has to be a limit
You know I love you so (you so)
My anxiety traps me like a prison

That’s what they’re giving me
The drugs are a necessity
(I can’t live without you)
You won’t fix my attitude
Ana does it better

Ana you make me slow down

Joey’s gonna hate this

Ana does it better
Ana does it better
Ana does it better

Don’t make me lose control
Ana

Nyrkkitappelu – Tahdon olla hippi

Ei jaksa stressaa, hermot menee ellen
Aamusta asti laita vapaasti ajatellen
Indiskan kuvastossa väsäilen

Visuaalit katselen
Matkalla baariin jostain mukaan dyykkaan toisen puhevammaisen

Mä tahdon olla hippi
Mä maksan bäkkiin ku sossut tulee
Mä tahdon olla hippi, joo

Tuopin itselleni sosialisoin
Omaisuuden yhteiseksi teen
En usko näkemykseen porvarilliseen
Tai heitä vielä yks tai toinen
Jotain on pielessä
Jotain liikkuu vielä mielessä

Mä tahdon olla hippi
Mä maksan bäkkiin ku sossut tulee
Mä tahdon olla hippi, joo

No nii, hipit

Sä tahdot olla hippi
Mut tää on jopa mulle liian kova trippi
Sä tahdot olla hippi
Mut tää on jopa mulle liian kova trippi
Sä tahdot olla hippi
Mut tää on jopa mulle liian kova trippi
Sä tahdot olla hippi
Mut tää on jopa mulle liian kova trippi
Mut tää on jopa mulle liian kova trippi
Mut tää on jopa mulle liian kova trippi

Frank Carter & The Rattlesnakes – Acid Veins

[Verse 1]
I want to feel it
The acid in my veins
Like the blood in my heart
It burns again
I want to feel it
Like a tidal wave
Like I’m drowning in your love
And it’s never gonna be the same

[Chorus]
Give me love
Give me lust
Give me fire, give me trust
Give me a Modern Ruin
I can be king of
Come on and give me your love

[Verse 2]
I want to feel it
The acid in my veins
Like I got a skeleton inside me
Made from knives and chains
I want to feel it
When I’m out at night
See you across the room
My blinding light

[Chorus]
Give me love
Give me lust
Give me fire, give me trust
Give me a Modern Ruin
I can be king of
Come on and give me your love

[Bridge]
Give me love
Something new
Something inspired
Something to lose
Give me love
Something new
Something inspired
Something to lose
Give me love
Something new
Something inspired
Something to lose
Give me love
Something new
Something inspired
Something to lose

(https://genius.com/Frank-carter-and-the-rattlesnakes-acid-veins-lyrics)

Lard – Drug Raid at 4 AM

(police scanner) “I’ve got him at gun point.”
(man) “This is your brain on drugs.”
(man #2) “Get back! Get up, you!”
(man #3) “Welcome to the glamorous world of drugs.”
(man #4) “Dr-drugs make me cool! Drugs make me cool! Drugs make me cool!”
(man #4) “Police!”

(Biafra yelling)
Stay right where you are! Get out of that bed and get down on the floor!
I don’t care if you’re nude, get down on the cement! I don’t care if it’s freezing!
Where’s the drugs?! We know you’ve got some drugs! Shut up, man!
Make him shut up, man! Stay right where you are! Where’s the drugs?!
We know you got some drugs! Where you got ’em?! Where you got ’em?!
We have people sayin’ you did it, man! We know you did it! We’ve got witnesses!

No!
Stop!
Please!
No!

(sung)
Sheets off
Flashlight in your eyes
Freeze!
Guns in your gut

Strip down
Body search
Cough up
Or stomach pump

To fight the war on drugs
You must give up your rights
You blink, you die
I hate you more than my job

No!
Stop!
Please!
No!

Drug raid at 4 AM (x4)

(Biafra yelling)
Hey, your name isn’t on the lease! Where are you supposed to live?
What is this, NWA? Turn that off!
Smash that stereo! Drugs could be inside the speaker! Smash the speakers!
Smash that TV! Start cutting open their furniture!

(sung)
Random neighborhood sweeps
Copters break up house parties
Zero tolerance for pot
Easier to get hard stuff

Costs over 3 times more
To keep an addict in jail
Than to treat those trying to quit
But no drug war funds for clinics

No!
Stop!
Please!
No!

Drug raid at 4 AM (x4)

(Biafra yelling)
Hey, what’s this wad of bills doing here? Why are you keeping so much cash around?
Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh?
Well, your kids use drugs, same difference! We’ll have you all out of here!
You’re all going to wind up out on the street! Say one word and we’re gonna get you later!
Do you fuckin’ know that? Do you know that?
I’ll bet you…
Whoops! Sorry! Wrong house.

The Clash – Hateful

The Clashin klassikolla “London Calling” on useampiakin huumeisiin viittaavia kappaleita. Hatefulissa ei suoraan mainita huumeita, mutta helposti tämän huumemaailmaan assosioi.

“Well, I got a friend who’s a man
What man?
The man who keeps me from the lonely, the only
He gives me what I need
What you need? What you got?
I need it all so badly

Oh, anything I want he gives it to me
Anything I want he gives it, but not for free
It’s hateful
And it’s paid for and I’m so grateful to be nowhere

This year I’ve lost some friends
Some friends? What friends?
I dunno, I ain’t even noticed

You see, I gotta go out again
Again? My friend
I gotta see the main man

Oh, anything I want he gives it to me
Anything I want he gives it, but not for free
It’s hateful
And it’s paid for and I’m so grateful to be nowhere

Oh, anything I want he gives it to me
Anything I want he gives it, but not for free
It’s hateful
And it’s paid for and I’m so grateful to be nowhere

I killed all my nerves
My nerves? What swerves?
And I can’t drive so steady, and already

I’ve lost my memory
My mind? Behind!
I can’t see so clearly

Oh, anything I want he gives it to me
Anything I want he gives it, but not for free
Anything I want, anything I want, anything I want, anything I want, anything I want”

Pää Kii – Nyt skipataan kahvit

Jani mulle maanantaina soitti
“Menen katkolle, panen putken poikki”
Mä lähdin sinne viemään sille jotain luettavaa
Mä soitin kelloo mut ketään ei tullu
Ne varmaan katto et siel on joku hullu
Mä lähdin menee kun jätskit alko sulaamaan

Ei päämäärää, kun pojat pillerihumallassa häärää
Ne tekee vielä jotain pahaa itselleen
On elämä täällä vitun läävää, joten onko siinä jotain väärää
Jos ottaa joskus vaikka kaljan poikineen

Meni viikko ja Jani tuli takas
Kusisella patjalla mun lattialla makas
Mä kysyin pitäskö lähtee ulos, mennä vaikka kahville
Se vastas jätkä kuuntele itseäsi, paska tulee suusta ja puhe perseestäsi
Nyt skipataan kahvit ja mennään vittu kaljalle!

Ei päämäärää, kun pojat pillerihumallassa häärää
Ne tekee vielä jotain pahaa itselleen
On elämä täällä vitun läävää, joten onko siinä jotain väärää
Jos ottaa joskus vaikka kaljan poikineen

Ei päämäärää, kun pojat pillerihumallassa häärää
Ne tekee vielä jotain pahaa itselleen
On elämä täällä vitun läävää, joten onko siinä jotain väärää
Jos ottaa joskus vaikka kaljan poikineen

Trash Talk – Bad Habits

Amerikkalainen hardcore punkkia vääntävä bändi pohtii huonoja tapojaan.

Lyrics:
Habit, habit I got a bad habit that I just
can’t break – I can’t shake it
Vices, vices all of the time
I just can’t seem to get them out of my mind

We’ve taken on pain, for pleasure? Or just to maintain?
Forged our own chains, creatures of habits
we’ve fixed our own brains

Habit, habit I got a bad habit that I just
can’t break – I can’t shake it
Vices, vices all of the time
I just can’t seem to get em out of my mind

Do I want it? Do I need it?
I’m gonna do it I wanna feel it
I can’t seem to get em out of my mind
I need it I need it now

My fingernails are yellow and my breath is stale
My body’s rotting
My stench is out of control
I hardly notice
My gums are bleeding and my tongue is white
My lungs are dying
My stench is out of control
I hardly notice