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Weezer – Do You Wanna Get High?
Crush up the blue
And inhale through your nose
Scrape every quark
From the wood in the floor
She said: Do you wanna get high?
Don’t eat no dinner tonight
I took a road trip to Mexico
And scored a hundred count
Do you wanna get high?
It’s like we’re falling in love
We can listen to Bacharach
And stop at any point
Now our bones start to ache
As we cramp on the pot
And we fall to the floor
With our face in a knot
She said: Do you wanna get high?
Don’t eat no dinner tonight
I took a road trip to Mexico
And scored a hundred count
Do you wanna get high?
It’s like we’re falling in love
We can listen to Bacharach
And stop at any point
Keep on doing what you do
‘Cuz I’ll never get tired of you
Don’t need booze
‘Cuz I’ll never get tired of you
Stop the tape,
kill the lights,
close the drapes
And keep doing what you do
‘Cuz I’ll never get tired of you
She said: Do you wanna get high?
Don’t eat no dinner tonight
I took a road trip to Mexico
And scored a hundred count
Do you wanna get high?
It’s like we’re falling in love
We can listen to Bacharach
Madonna – Devil Pray
Take my sins and wash them away
Teach me how to pray
I’ve been stranded here in the dark
Take these walls away
I’ve been swimming in the ocean
Till I’m almost drowned
Give me something I can believe in
Teach me how to pray
And we can do drugs
And we can smoke weed
And we can drink whiskey
Yeah we can get high
And we can get stoned
And we can sniff glue
And we can do E
And we can drop acid
Forever been lost with no way home
Yeah we can run
And we can hide
But we won’t find the answers
If you’ll go down and you’ll get help along the way
But if you wanna save your soul,
Then we should travel all together
And make the devil pray
Mother Mary, can’t you help me?
Cuz I’m gone astray
All the angels that were around me
Have all flown away
The ground beneath my feet’s getting warmer
Lucifer is near
Holding on, but I’m getting weaker
Watch me disappear
And we can do drugs
And we can smoke weed
And we can drink whiskey
Yeah we can get high
And we can get stoned
And we can sniff glue
And we can do E
And we can drop acid
Forever been lost with no way home
Yeah we can run
And we can hide
But we won’t find the answers
If you’ll go down and you’ll get help along the way
But if you wanna save your soul,
Then we could travel all together
And make the devil pray
Ooh ooh ooh sing hallelujah
Ooh ooh ooh save my soul
Ooh ooh ooh the devil was here to fool ya
Until my story’s told
Tove Lo – Habits (Stay High)
Ruotsalaisesta Tove Lo:sta kohistaan tulevaisuuden pop-tähtenä. Hänen läpimurtokappaleensa Habits (Stay High) sivuaa hänelle tyypillisesti seksiä, huumeita ja rikkinäistä elämää.
”Uh-uh uh-uh uh-uh
I eat my dinner in my bathtub
Then I go to sex clubs
Watching freaky people getting it on
It doesn’t make me nervous
If anything I’m restless
Yeah I’ve been around and I’ve seen it all
I get home, I got the munchies
Binge on all my Twinkies
Throw up in the tub, then I go to sleep
And I drank up all my money
Tasted kind of lonely
You’re gone and I got to stay high
All the time to keep you off my mind, ooh ooh
High all the time to keep you off my mind, ooh ooh
Spend my days locked in a haze
Trying to forget you babe, I fall back down
Gotta stay high all my life to forget I’m missing you
Pick up daddies at the playground
How I spend my day time
Loosen up the frown, make them feel alive
I make it fast and greasy
I know my way too easy
You’re gone and I got to stay high
All the time to keep you off my mind, ooh ooh
High all the time to keep you off my mind, ooh ooh
Spend my days locked in a haze,
Tryin’ to forget you babe, I fall back down
Got to stay high all my life to forget I’m missing you
Staying in my play pretend
Where the fun ain’t got no end
Oh, can’t go home alone again
Need someone to numb the pain
Oh, staying in my play pretend
Where the fun ain’t got no end
Oh oh can’t go home alone again
Need someone to numb the pain
You’re gone and I got to stay high
All the time to keep you off my mind, ooh ooh
High all the time to keep you off my mind, ooh ooh
Spend my days locked in a haze
Tryin’ to forget you babe, I fall back down
Got to stay high all my life to forget I’m missing you”
Small Faces – Itchycoo Park
Small Facesin kappale on sanoituksiltaan hyvin ”Skippaa koulu and get stoned” -tyyppinen julistus, joka istui julkaisuhetkellään 1967 hyvin ajan henkeen.
”Over Bridges of Sighs
To rest my eyes in shades of green
Under Dreaming Spires
To Itchycoo Park, that’s where I’ve been
What did you do there? – I got high
What did you feel there? – Well I cried
But why the tears there? – I’ll tell you why – yyyyy
It’s all too beautiful, It’s all too beautiful
It’s all too beautiful, It’s all too beautiful
I feel inclined to blow my mind
Get hung up, feed the ducks with a bun
They all come out to groove about
Be nice and have fun in the sun
I’ll tell you what I’ll do – What will you do?
I’d like to go there now with you
You can miss out school – Won’t that be cool
Why go to learn the words of fools?
What will we do there? – We’ll get high
What will we touch there? – We’ll touch the sky
But why the tears there? I’ll tell you why
It’s all too beautiful, It’s all too beautiful
It’s all too beautiful, It’s all too beautiful
I feel inclined to blow my mind
Get hung up, feed the ducks with a bun
They all come out to groove about
Be nice and have fun in the sun
It’s all too beautiful, It’s all too beautiful
It’s all too beautiful, It’s all too beautiful!
Tampa Red – I’m Gonna Get High
Blueskitaristi Tampa Red ei juurikään jätä epäselväksi, että mistä on kysymys tässä 30-luvun biisissään.
”I’m gonna get high
And it ain’t no lie
And swing alone and have a ball
I’m gonna get high
Oh me, oh my
Nobody know why
Oh my baby don’t you cry
I’m gonna get high
It ain’t no need of no one
Tryin’ to shame me
But what a state I’ve got in
Who could blame me? Oh, yes
I’m gonna get high
I’ll do it or die
And swing alone and have a ball
I’m gonna get high, yeah, yeah
Beat it out for me, then
Ah ha
I hear you Mr. Sax Player
Yes, yes
Get that trumpet here
I hear you Mr. Ivory Man
C’mon, do it again, please
Ah ha
I’m gonna get high
And it ain’t no lie
And swing alone and have a ball
I’m gonna get high
Oh me, oh my
Nobody know why
Oh my baby, don’t you cry
I’m gonna get high
It ain’t no need of no one
Tryin’ to shame me, yeah-yeah
But what a state I’ve got in
Who could blame me? Oh, yeah
Oh, I’m gonna get high
I’ll do it or die
And swing alone and have a ball
I’m gonna get high
Zip it now
Yes, yes, yes
Ah ha
Ah yeah
I hear you
Ah ha
Yes, yes, yes
Goin’ out boys
Well, I’m gonna get high
I’ll do it or die
Swing alone and have a ball
I’m gonna get high, yeah”
Cab Calloway – The Man from Harlem
Huumeet eivät olleet Cab Callowayn tuotannossa juurikaan pimennossa 30-luvulla. Tässä biisissä on melkoisen odottava fiilis. Helpotus saapuu lopussa ja laukaiseen hermostuneen venttaamisen. Ja mitäs sitä odotettiinkaan?
”It was up at Mike’s the other night,
There was really quite a sight,
Gather round, folks, while I give you all the lowdown.
Tables were filled with bloody frails,
Chewing on their fingernails;
They were waiting for the man from Harlem.
Drinks were served six bits a throw,
Things were moving kind of slow,
Everybody’s nerves were getting jumpy.
All at once the room was still,
Men forgot all about their bill,
Who should enter but the man from Harlem.
Everybody rolled their eyes,
Women starting heaving sighs,
Someone hollered, Music, lights and gin,
Everybody cleared a space,
They had big, broad smiles on every face,
How they all loved to see the man from Harlem.
When he started in to step
He filled everyone with plenty pep,
He twitched and squirmed; it just was a dirty shame.
Everyone was in a daze,
Women watched him with amaze,
Each one said she’d have the man from Harlem.
He looked over in the corner,
And saw a couple of frails
And they sure did look kinda low.
Another cat walked up, and said to the man from Harlem,
Go over there and see what’s the matter with them girls.
And they said, I’m kinda low.
And he said, I’ve got just what you need:
Come on, sisters, light up on these weeds and get high
And forget about everything”
The Simpletones – I Like Drugs
Hurmaavasti nimetty punkkipumppu teki 70-luvun lopulla varsin tarttuvan rallin, jossa tekee selväksi mieltymyksensä :-D
”I need a joint before my next class
But if I come in stoned they get all over my ass
Yesterday I went to school dusted
Everyone tells me that I will soon be busted
but I like drugs, I like drugs
making me high, making me high
I like drugs, I like drugs
Don’t ask me why, don’t ask me why, don’t ask
Everyone tell me that I’m a born loser
A fool, a disgraceful drug abuser
They say that I’m a lost and lowly child
When I turn 19 Just watch me run wild
I like drugs, I like drugs
Making me high, oh so high
I like drugs, I like drugs
Don’t ask me why, don’t ask me why, don’t ask me nothing
I like drugs, I like drugs
Making me high, oh so high
I like drugs, I like drugs
Don’t ask me why, don’t ask me why, don’t ask me about nothing at all”
Trixie Smith – Jack, I’m Mellow
Trixie Smithin ”Jack, I’m Mellow” sisältää 30-luvun huumeslangia. Smoke some gage tarkoittaa siis kannabiksen polttamista.
”I’m so high and so dry,
I’m sailin’ in the sky,
Just smoke some gage,
Come around babe,
Jack, I’m mellow.
I’m so high and so dry,
I’m way up in the sky,
The world seems light
And I’m so right,
Jack, I’m mellow.
I’m going to put my nickel in a slot machine
And play my solid sender,
I’m going to strut, peck and Suzie-Q,
Have alone a bender,
I’m so high and so dry,
I’m sailin’ in the sky,
I got my roach around
And I can’t come down,
Jack, I’m mellow.
I’m so high and so dry,
I’m sailin’ in the sky,
Just smoke some gage,
Come around babe,
Jack, I’m mellow.
I’m so high and so dry,
I’m way up in the sky,
The world seems light
And I’m so right,
Jack, I’m mellow.”
Aerosmith – Reefer Headed Woman
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”
Chick Webb and His Orchestra – When I Get Low I Get High
Tässä jazzrumpali Chick Webbin biisissä laulaa hyvin nuori Ella Fitzgerald.
”My fur coat’s sold
Oh Lord ain’t it cold
But I’m not gonna holler
Cause I’ve still got a dollar
And when I get low
Oh, I get high
My man walked out
Now you know that ain’t right
He better watch out
If I meet him tonight
I said when I get low
Oh, I get high
All this hard luck in this town has found me
Nobody knows but the troubles are all around me
Oh, I’m all alone
With no one to pet me
My old rocking chair
Ain’t never gonna get me
Cause when I get low
Oh, I get high”
Fats Waller – The Reefer Song
Tämä jazz-pianisti Fats Wallerin vuonna 1943 äänittämä biisi on itse asiassa Stuff Smithin ”You’se a Viper” hieman muunnelluilla sanoilla. Reefer viittaa marihuanaan ja 30-luvulla sana viper viittasi pilven polttelijaan. Viper on suomennettuna myrkkykäärme ja sana viittaa jointin imemisestä kuuluvaan hieman suhisevaan ääneen.
”Say cats! It’s four o’clock in the mornin’
I just left the V-Disc studio… here we are in Harlem!
Everybody’s here but the police,
and they’ll be here any minute!
It’s high time so catch this song, here it ’tis.
Say, I dreamed about a reefer 5 feet long,
a mighty mezz but not too strong.
You’ll be high, but not for long,
If you’re a viper
I’m the king of everything,
I got to gagotta gagotta gagot to be high before I swing
let the bells ring ding dong ding
If you’re a viper!
say you know you’re high when your throat gets dry
mmmmmm everything’s dandy!
ah yes you run down to the candy store,
bust your conk on peppermint candy!
then you’ll know your little brown body’s sent
You don’t give a darn if you don’t pay rent
cause the sky is high, so am I, yes yes
yes I vipe a bit, well I’m a vipe a bit on the 88 now…
say you know you’re high, yes I know I’m high
cause everything is dandy!
yes going down to the candy store,
Get me wrigglies on some peppermint candy!
I love it I love it I love it yes baby but my body’s sent
I ain’t worried about no rent get away from me you hussy! yeah, sky’s high n so am I, n I’m gonna lay down and relax… oh yeah, oh yeah… viper.”