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Humble Pie – 30 Days in the Hole

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Taitaa kertoa kaverista, joka joutui 30 päiväksi vankilaan huumeiden käytöstä.

”Roll my tape
Ooh, ooh, ooh

Thirty days,
Anyone doin’ that one?
I’m doin’ that one

30 days in the hole
30 days in the hole
30 days in the hole

All right all right all right all right, yeah

Chicago Green, talkin’ ’bout Black Lebanese
A dirty room and a silver coke spoon
Give me my release, come on
Black Nepalese, it’s got you weak in your knees
Sneeze some dust that you got buzzed on
You know it’s hard to believe

30 days in the hole
30 days in the hole
30 days in the hole
That’s what they give you
30 days in the hole
I know

Newcastle Brown, I’m tellin’ you, it can sure smack you down
Take a greasy whore and a rollin’ dance floor
It’s got your head spinnin’ round
If you live on the road, well there’s a new highway code
You take the urban noise with some dirt with poison
It’s gonna lessen your load

30 days in the hole
That’s what they give you now
30 days in the hole
Oh, yeah
30 days in the hole
All right, all right
30 days in the hole

What you doin’ boy?
You here for 30 days
Get, get, get your long hair cut
And cut out your ways

Black Nepalese, it got you weak in your knees
Gonna sneeze some dust that you got busted on
You know it’s so hard to please
Newcastle Brown can sure smack you down
You take a greasy whore and a rollin’ dance floor
You know you’re jailhouse-bound

30 days in the hole
30 days in the hole
30 days in the hole
Oh, yeah
30 days in the hole
30 days, 30 days in the hole
30 days in the hole”

Cannibal Ox – Painkillers

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Elämä on tekee kipeää ja kipua voi lievittää jos jollakin.

”You know we rap drugs and pain kill
Cause life’s ill

Yo, some nights we got so drunk
Its like we miss the feeling
Of a never ending headache
And a spinning ceiling
The sob story of an alcoholic
On his hands and knees
Praying to that porcelain toilet
Whether behind bars or in front of scars
We use medicine to numb the rap bar
I might tell you something that’ll change your death
Pain kills the life
Pleasure loves the breath
Ox a-cappell
I’ll spit this in hell
With L’s hanging off my body
And no ice cooler
Every rhyme I write
Is civilize my future wife
Breaking her water
In a time without order
Yo, chaos is born
A seance is spawned
And I resurrect light beams
That resemble the red dawn
I guess that’s why I was born
To recognize the beauty of a rose’s thorn
And learn from the strife of a soul that’s torn
To be forewarned
Just to be forearmed
So let that thought settle
As we backpeddle
Through the seven seas of info
That’ll crush your ego
Some of us pop pills and snort coke
To pain kill
Some of us rap drugs and bear witness
Cause life’s ill
Y0, but true happiness comes from within
You can’t rely on a substance
Look at addiction for instance
And in an instance
You’ll wake up out of that
Requiem for a Dream
But you still caught it in the rectum

Right here trapped in the box
Thinkin’
Rap’s all I got
Smoke too much pot
Bones with ?chromes? twisted in knots
Cold vein with thoughts
Bubbling hot
Stoned in the bedroom
Writin’ this poem
Off the phone
Caught a head rush
Smoke clouded my dome
At the end of my ropes
Writing these notes
Hopin’ to float
Above this bullshit
Pull spliffs blowin’ the ghosts
The sky’s the limit
Stay high with vision
Visualize the body righteous
Lost cipher
The mind’s wisdom
Helped me through life’s transitions
I’m in a tight position
Hungry-ass shit flippin’
With no sex or wretch
This stress got my chest a mess
Breathless
I’m vexed
Trying to escape out of the depths
Of hell’s nest
So I rest inhale
The trauma blessed
And let the stress exhale
Through clouds of cess
My mind foggy
And body wet
Poppin’ shotties
Shot straight through the nostril
Cloudy with thoughts of ill type menageries
When pops used to tell me
”it wasn’t like this
With drugs and sex
Up in my day”
But poppy
Shit really changed
Yo niggas is losing their minds
And I can’t really blame them
I’m losing my brain
In these times
And I’m angered with hangovers
Ready to ride off a cliff with a Range Rover
Like I was fuckin’ Thelma & Louise
And if I had a trigger I would squeeze
But ?leave?
Blow my whole head off and bleed
Trying to get that same feeling
Every day pain killing”

Third Eye Blind – Slow Motion

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Third Eye Blindin ”Slow Motion” on kirjoitettu dramatisoimaan median luomaa kuvaa huumeiden käytöstä Hollywoodissa. Blue albumin Amerikan versiossa laulusta on vain liki instrumentaaliversio, koska levy-yhtiön mielestä sanat olivat liian rajut.

”Miss Jones taught me english,
But I think I just shot her son
’Cause he owed me money
With a bullet in the chest you can not run

Now he’s bleeding in a vacant lot
The one in the summer where we used to smoke pot
I guess I didn’t mean it
But man, you shoulda seen it

His flesh explode
Slow motion, see me let go
We tend to die young
Slow motion, see me let go
What a brother knows
Slow motion, see me let go

Now the cops will get me,
But girl, if you would let me
I’ll take your pants off
I got a little bit of blow we could both get off

Later bathing in the afterglow,
Two lines of coke I cut with Drano
And her nose starts to bleed
A most beautiful ruby red

Slow motion, see me let go
We’ll remember these days
Slow motion, see me let go
Urban life decay
Slow motion, see me let go

And at home, my sister’s eating paint chips again,
Maybe that’s why she’s insane
I shut the door to the moaning,
And I shoot smack in veins
Wouldn’t you?

See my neighbor’s beating his wife,
Because he hates his life
There’s a knock to his fist as he swings,
Oh man, what a beautiful thing

And death slides close to me,
Won’t grow old to be
A junkie wino creep

Hollywood glamorized my wrath,
I’m a young urban psychopath
I incite murder, for your entertainment
’Cause I needed the money, what’s your excuse?
The joke’s on you.

Slow motion, see me let go,
Oh yeah.
Slow motion, see me let go, oh
Slow motion, see me let go, ooh”

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”

Modest Mouse – The Good Times are Killing Me

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Biisin nimi kertonee oleellisimman sisällöstä. Aika päheet sanat itse asiassa. Tossa on paljon hienoja laineja… esmes toi ”Have one, have twenty more ”one mores” and oh it does not relent.”

”The good times are killing me.
Here we go!

Got dirt, got air, got water and I know you can carry on.
Shrug off shortsighted false excitement and oh what can I say?
Have one, have twenty more ”one mores” and oh it does not relent.

The good times are killing me.

Kick butt buzz-cut dickheads
who didn’t like what I said.
The good times are killing me.
Jaws clenched tight we talked all night,
oh but what the hell did we say?
The good times are killing me.

Fed up with all that LSD.
Need more sleep than coke or methamphetamines.
Late nights with warm, warm whiskey.
I guess the good times they were all just killing me.

Got dirt, got air, got water and I know you can carry on.
The good times are killing me.
Enough hair of the dog to make myself an entire rug.
The good times are killing me.
Have one, have twenty more ”one mores” and oh it does not relent.
The good times are killing me.
Shit-kicker city slickers who all wanted me dead.
The good times are killing me.

Get sucked in and stuck in late nights
with more folks that I don’t know.
The good times are killing me.”

Guns N’ Roses – My Michelle

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Stephen Davis Watch You Bleed -kirjassa kerrotaan biisistä: ”Jo alussa äiti on kadonnut maan alle, isä toimii pornomogulina ja Michelle-ressu on itse kokkelipää ja lutka.” Biisin lopussa Michelle saa elämänsa kuosiin.

”Your daddy works in porno
Now that mommy’s not around
She used to love her heroin
But now she’s underground
So you stay out late at night
And you do your coke for free
Drivin’ your friends crazy
With your life’s insanity”

Murderdolls – I Take Drugs

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Biisin aihe on melko selkeä. Tässä kerrotaan että ”minä käytän huumeita ja sinunkin kannattaisi”.

”Every day in every way
I’m looking for a fix to make me feel ok
I need something to give me hope
Like an automatic weapon or an eight ball of coke”