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Johnny Cash – When Uncle Bill Quit Dope

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Vahva kuvaus kokaiiniriippuvuudesta. Bill-eno läpikäy kylmän kalkkunan päästäkseen siitä irti.

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Well Uncle Bill was my Mothers Brother, tall lanky man
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But somewhere back in Uncle Bill’s life, he took to sniffing cocaine.
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I’d find him out in the back yard, sitting against a tree.
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His eyes bugged out in a cocaine stare, And his mind in a cocaine dream.
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Well one fall day when Uncle Bill was having a cocaine fit,
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He said Louise this coke’s no good and I’ve made up my mind to quit.
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Now you take this key and I’ll go upstairs and then you lock the door,
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And Lord I swear I wont come down, till I don’t want dope no more.

Chorus:
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Well he stomped the floor and he beat the door and he moaned a mournful cry.
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When the last cocaine went through his brain we thought he’d surely die.
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He yelled and he cussed and he fell on the floor and we almost gave up hope
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As long as I live I wont forget when Uncle Bill quit dope.

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Well for the first few hours we heard not a sound, upstairs was quiet and still.
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and then all of a sudden we heard a shriek of pain from Uncle Bill.
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He bounced out of bed and across the room, I heard him break a chair.
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And then another scream louder than the first as he ripped out a hunk of his hair.
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My Mother kissed us all that night, as brother and I lay in bed.
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We wondered if poor old Uncle Bill was dieing or already dead
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But all night long we listened to him as he raved pleaded and called.
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And I swear I heard his finger nails tearing the paper off the walls. Chorus:

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After fourteen days and nights of hell, it grew quiet over head.
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And I peered past mother, as she unlocked the door expecting to find him dead.
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But to my surprise there was Uncle Bill, as shiny as a brand new dollar.
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His hair was combed and his beard was gone, he’d grown two inches taller.
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In his old blue suite and his patterned shoes, he was quite a sight to see.
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The light was back in his deep blue eyes, he turned to mother and me.
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He said Louise I’ve been through hell and I nearly went insane.
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But I finally beat the devils habit, I beat the demon cocaine.

Victoria Spivey & Lonnie Johnson – Dope Head Blues

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”Just give me one more sniffle
Another sniffle of that dope
Just give me one more sniffle
Another sniffle of that dope
I’ll catch a cow like a cowboy
And throw a bull without a rope

Doggone, I’ve got more money
Than Henry Ford or John D. ever had
Doggone, I’ve got more money
Than Henry Ford or John D. ever had
I bit a dog last Monday
And forty doggone dogs went mad

Feel like a fightin’ rooster
Feel better than I ever felt
Feel like a fightin’ rooster
Feel better than I ever felt
Got double pneumonia
And still I think I got the best health

Say, Sam
Go get my airplane and drive it up to my door
Oh, Sam, go get my airplane
And driii-ve it to my door
I think I’ll fly to London
These monkey men makes mama sore

The president sent for me
The Prince of Wales is on my trail
The president sent for me
The Prince of Wales is on my trail
They worry me so much
I’ll take another sniff and put them both in jail”

Gravediggaz – Defective Trip (Trippin’)

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Trippailu ei aina mene putkeen.

”want to see something that could make ya sick?
Stand in front of jets on the Gaza strip
I used to take puffs from a car, jet in my garage
Then I get blitzed from the charge
I felt my head swayin, my eyes in a daze
Felt and violence and off balance I got drugged for days
A room full of smog, I dipped it in my dart
then I threws it at my dog
I need another hit, Hurry, Quick! Hurry, Quick!
My high’s takin signs and the shit’s about to kick
I’m gaspin’ for air, my vision disappears,
I’m blinkin’ and I’m thinkin’ Yeah!
Word, cause that’s the shit I was hawkin
So stay the fuck away ’cause I spit when I’m talkin
Stupid, Stupid, Stupid, Stupid Punk
When I’m trippin’

Chorus

Some people like cheeba, some like brew,
I get mad lifted off four gallons of glue,
Pretty soon I spin like a top, In the middle of the room
And the shit won’t stop!
Now What I see when I triiiiippppp…
The rats in the basement all start to flip,
All through my building, from door to door,
I swear there’s a fire, so I piss on the floor,
Now down the corridor was old fat Ned,
Schemin’ on a blowjob from a crackhead,
He was like ’hey want to piece little man?’
I was like ’Yo, I’m better off with my haaaannnndddd!!!!!!!’
Oh shit, reality returns,
I need another hit but the glue won’t burn,
I’m cukoo and murderous, Just plain nuts,
smokin’ sodium menthol cigarette butts,
and trippin’…

Chorus
(yo, pass it man)

86 on the strip, and yo’ my hands was…,
the reaper, the keeper, my niggaz let’s get… i put the high on the stimuli,
I’m like the two face, like the signs of gemini,
My head keeps on spinnin’, constantly continuin’
Two tabs of mescaline, fucks up my adrenaline,
I’m in a… Uhhhh… I can’t escape it,
It’s like… uggghh… goddamit I hate it!
So take it like a (brine), from the grapes of a vine,
The wine, it fucks up my mind, everytime,
I’m goin’, and all I want to be doin’ is bonin’,
But like a dope fiend character I’m…,
I’m stuck, fl-fl-flipping, sssslipping…
I’m tripping…

Life of the…
Can be stopped by accident
When you’re tripping
(Cuz I’m trippin’)”

John & Yoko / Plastic Ono Band – John Sinclair

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John Sinclair oli runoilija ja kirjailija, joka tuomittiin kymmeneksi vuodeksi vankilaan kahden marihuana-sätkän vuoksi. John Lennon kirjoitti hänestä laulun ja vaati hänen vapauttamistaan. Mikä pian tapahtuikin.

”It ain’t fair, John Sinclair
In the stir for breathing air
Won’t you care for John Sinclair?
In the stir for breathing air
Let him be, set him free
Let him be like you and me

They gave him ten for two
What else can the judges do?
Gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta,
Gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta,
Gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta,
Gotta, gotta, gotta set him free

If he’d been a soldier man
Shooting gooks in Vietnam
If he was the CIA
Selling dope and making hay
He’d be free, they’d let him be
Breathing air, like you and me

They gave him ten for two
What else can the judges do?
Gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta,
Gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta,
Gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta,
Gotta, gotta, gotta set him free

They gave him ten for two
They got Ali Otis too.
Gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta,
Gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta,
Gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta,
Gotta, gotta, gotta set him free

Was he jailed for what he done?
Or representing everyone
Free John now, if we can
From the clutches of the man
Let him be, lift the lid
Bring him to his wife and kids

They gave him ten for two
What else can the bastards do?
Gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta,
Gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta,
Gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta,
Gotta, gotta, gotta set him free”

Thin Lizzy – Johnny

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Johnny parka vilahtelee useammassakin Thin Lizzyn biisissä. Kaverilla tuntuu olevan taipumusta huumeriippuvuuteen. Tässä Johnny the Fox -levyn avaavassa rallissa hän keikkaa apteekin, ampuu vartijan ja jää kiinni.

”Somewhere on the waterfront
Johnny’s hiding with a gun
Swears he’ll kill any man that tells his story
He’s ain’t sorry for what he’s done

He broke into a drugstore
Just to cure his daily need
Didn’t mean to shoot the guard
But he was blinded by the greed

Oh, Johnny

See that nun, she’s his sister
She doesn’t know that he’s gone bad
When they told it to his papa
It drove the old man mad

Just as his mother warned him
From her dying bed
It’s alright to lose your heart
But never lose your head

Oh, Johnny

Now the cops have got him surrounded
And he doesn’t stand a hope
He wonders how he could be in so much trouble
Over just a little dope

Five to one he gets away
That’s the odds I’m going to give
Five to four they blast him away
Three to one he’s going to live

Oh, Johnny
Oh, Johnny, you better run

Back in the alley where he was slain
Thought I heard something move
Beside the trash can lay a heart and chain
The picture had been removed

Just another junkyard piece
Looking for a bed
It’s alright to lose your heart
But never lose your head

Oh, Johnny

Lookout!”

Run-D.M.C. – Pause

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Run-D.M.C.:n Back from Hell -levyltä löytyvä Pause taitaa olla sanomaltaan aika huumevastainen biisi.

”Afros…. yeahhh
Afros! Yeahhh
Brothers be out there doin crack… Nooooooo!
They be doin dope… Nooooooo!
They be gangbangin! Nooooooo!
All them brothers need to just
pause

Yeah I’m with that
Here comes the Afros, and the forty ounce crew
Who say slowly but surely, we gonna turn the mother out
We got more, in store, young ladies on the floor, so cool out
pause

Intro, which means I start it
In other words, herbs departed
Pause, stop for the cause
Get up, get down, you get yours
Chill, no time to get ill
Word to herb — yeah it’s the will of God
So whassup Hobbes?
Just jock, clock, rock, and don’t stop but
Pause

Pause, pause for the cause, get yours
But don’t break laws
Quit, quit it, forget it
Pause, say your way with it
Pause, if you did it, admit it
Cause, you shouldn’ta did it
Next time, you think of doin a crime
Pause, and remember this rhyme

Pause for the cause, cause broken laws
Are just like broken jaws
They take a long time to heal
I’m for real, and I know the deal
Look it over, investigate
Evaluate, think!
Life is wrong, and full of flaws
Before you break laws just pause!

I think that worked man

Pause
Yeah pause, this beat is dope D
I’m tellin you, this beat is dope, just slammin, it’s dope

Well if it’s dope, I hope it’s not crack
Or coke, or nuttin like somethin you EVER smoke
And if they offer you some say NO
Or pause
The reason I wrote this rhyme, is not to climb
But just to tell all mankind
That the use and abuse of drugs — will what?
Will, blow, your, mind

Like dough makes bread, it goes straight to your head
You’re misled and then you’re dead
Now that’s not fly, when you die
On a high
Like a trip, oooh, you make me sick
Ill, lookin like doo doo on a stick
You don’t have to be a vic
Life is like a flick, so pause

Pause, p-pause, pause, p-p-pause

Alright y’all, now that you understand
My man Run never ran
I’m gonna take this mic yo my hand
And hand this to the one man band

Now pause, now pause

I’m Jay, I make up the trey
Now check out the dance that I display
It’s called the pause
A new thing, on the dancefloor
First you move, then you stop
Combine the hustle, foxtrot, pop and lock
Put em all together why because
It’s called the pause

Slammin, the dance is slammin
Pause, the people are jammin
Stop again, back to the groove
I show you how to move
pause
It’s simple, just like stop and go
You can pause on the fast or slow
Participate, won’t you all get down
Here’s a solo from my homeboy Stanley Brown

Ahh yeah, I like this R&B shit…
Pause, pause, one more time!
Yeah, do that, do that…
Now pause!”