Humble Pie – 30 Days in the Hole

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”

Slade – Gypsy Roadhog

Nenän puuterointia Sladen malliin. Biisi oli vuoden 1977 levyn ”Whatever happened to Slade” ykkössingle ja joutui aiheensa vuoksi BBC:n boikotoimaksi. Biisi kertoo kokaiinidiileristä, joka pakenee ympäri jenkkilää.

”Powdered my nose in Alabama
Out on a limb
Powdered my nose in Indiana
Ain’t that a sin
I had to get my butt out quick
It always works – the old, old trick
I got away just in the nick of time, that’s why
I powdered my nose in Oklahoma
Over the top
I wasted away in New Orleans
I couldn’t stop
Down in the alley – happy dust
Me and Romona we was gettin’ bust
I got away just in the nick of time, that’s why
I got the nickname the Gypsy Roadhog
On the California trail
I gotta keep my wheels movin’ on
I gotta keep me outa jail
Powdered my nose in San Francisco
Down on the bay
It went to my head down in New York City
I was blasted away
And two ugly scuts bust in the room
They took away my little silver spoon
I got away just in the nick of time, that’s why

I’m comin’ through, through, through
I’m looking for you”

David Bowie – The Bewlay Brothers

David Bowien sanoituksethan eivät useinkaan ole kovin yksiselitteisiä. Viittauksia löytyy sinne sun tänne… huumeisiin, uskontoon, seksiin… mutta, että mitähän ihmettä nämä oikein tarkoittavat?

”And so the story goes
They wore the clothes
They said the things
To make it seem improbable
The whale of a lie
Like they hope it was
And the good men of tomorrow
Had their feet in the wallow
And their heads of brawn
Were nicer shorn
And how they bought their positions with saccharin and trust
And the world was asleep
To our latent fuss
Sighing, the swirl through the streets
Like the crust of the sun
The Bewlay Brothers
In our wings that bark
Flashing teeth of brass
Standing tall in the dark
Oh, and we were gone
Hanging out with your dwarf men
We were so turned on
By your lack of conclusions

I was stone and he was wax
So he could scream,
And still relax, unbelievable
And we frightened the small children away
And our talk was old
And dust would flow
Through our veins and lo!
It was midnight
Back o’ the kitchen door
Like the grim face
On the Cathedral floor
And the solid book we wrote
Cannot be found today

And it was Stalking time
For the Moonboys
The Bewlay Brothers
With our backs on the arch
In the Devil-may-be-here
But he can’t sing about that
Oh, and we were gone
Real cool traders
We were so turned on
You thought we were fakers

Now the dress is hung,
The ticket pawned
The factor max that proved the fact
Is melted down
And woven on the edging of my pillow
Now my Brother lays upon the Rocks
He could be dead, he could be not
He could be you
He’s Camelian, Comedian, Corinthian and Caricature
”Shooting-up Pie-in-the-Sky”
The Bewlay Brothers
In the feeble and the bad
The Bewlay Brothers
In the blessed and cold
In the crutch-hungry dark
Was where we flayed our mark
Oh, and we were gone
Kings of oblivion
We were so turned on
In the mind-warp pavilion

Lay me place and bake me pie
I’m starving for me gravy
Leave my shoes, and door unlocked
I might just slip away
Just for the day, hey!
Please come away, hey!”

Fleetwood Mac – Gold Dust Woman

Heroiinistahan tässä laulussa on kyse.

”Rock on, gold dust woman
Take your silver spoon
And dig your grave

Heartless challenge
Pick your path and I’ll pray

Wake up in the morning
See your sunrise,loves, to go down
Lousy lovers, pick their prey
But they never cry out loud”

The 69 Eyes – Tang

”Hey you uptown jam-house mama
Such a superfly
Days go in dusty dreams
Nights with Doctor White
C-jams in Cadillacs
Help you to get your wings tonite
Number 3 takes to paradise
With the genuine snowbird eyes

I could see really easily
You got a monkey on your back
You ain�t no better than a rat on crack
I could see really easily
Your tang is hungry
So hungry for that
Nose-candy, nose-candy”

Kertoo naisesta joka käyttää mm. nenäkarkkiahan eli kokaiinia.