Johnny Cash – The Junkie and the Juicehead (Minus Me)

Kris Kristofferson on kirjoittanut tämän Johnny Cashin laulaman kipaleen, joka päätyi saman nimiselle albumille 70-luvun puolivälissä. Tarinnankerronta on kohdillaan.

“I was a stumble bummin’ down the neon Music City sidewalks
With the Junkie and the Juicehead who had problems of their own
Stuck with luck it kept me standin’ just a step away from starvin’
And the talent that I swore I’d show before I’d go back home

Ninety days I looked the army makin’ neither love nor money
And my only set of clothes was gettin’ closer to the bone
And the Junkie placed an order with the Prophet on the corner
And he told him of the soul that he’d been sellin’ for a song

He said my future was my fortune but I let it slip away
Slowly smokin’ myself broke on eighty cigarettes a day
Findin’ out that crime ain’t all there is that doesn’t pay
And writin’ words that no one’s gonna see but did you said it who said it

I can read my fortune in the bottom of a glass
And I can see it’s time for me to make my last request
Won’t you fill my grave with whiskey when I’m laid away to rest
So the boys can say I drank myself to dead
Well I drank the whole thing over puttin’ one and two together
And it added up to more of what I didn’t want to be
I ain’t blamin’ Music City but it’s only gonna see me
One more day and the wake up and the time it takes to leave

‘Cause I got a dirty picture of what could have been my future
In a Prophet pushin’ day dreams on a corner for a fee
And the wino lookin’ lonely at a bottle gettin’ empty
And a hungry lookin’ junkie huntin’ tea in sympathy

And I bet that junkie’s laughin’ after the life he threw away
Slowly smokin’ himself broke on eighty cigarettes a day
Pleadin’ down the Prophet to a price that he can pay
And writin’ words that no one’s gonna see but did you said it who said it

Every empty bottle is my private crystal ball
And starin’ into the future findin’ nothin’ there at all
Which is what I’ll miss tomorrow when the neon shadows fall
On the Junkie and the Juicehead minus me”

Third Eye Blind – Slow Motion

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”

Static Thought – Drug of My Mind

Static Thought on jenkkipunkkibandi, joka perustettiin 2000-luvun alussa. Heidän ensimmäisen albuminsa avausbiisi käyttää huumeita metaforana oman itsensä “hukkaamisee”… tai jotain… ota näistä nyt sitten selvää.

“The trouble I cause it’s so plain to see,
that I create my own misery.
The life in myself, itäs like being poor,
no food to eat, no drugs to score.

I try to be strong and do what’s right,
but most of my goals end in a fight.
Like a junkie looking for dope,
the drug of my mind, I just can’t cope.

I’m loosing myself in my own misery.
The life I live no longer I can see.
And like a junkie looking for dope,
the drug of my mind, I just can’t cope.

There must be something positive to this mess.
The light at the end where I’m no longer depressed.
After I fall I always get back up.
This is what makde me so fucking though.

Music is my drug, it’s helped me through and through.
I hope this music will help you too.
But until I’m cured from this drug in my mind.
All my preaching is such a waste of time.

The time came when I had to make a choice.
And when my voice gave way to my brain spat out on image
of a man crying on the steps of a church.
Lying in the pursuit of dying, but when he turned around I realized it was me.”

Mary Magdalan – Rehab

Biisi kertoo kaverista, joka käyttää tasan kaikkea mitä löytyy ja enemmän.

“I can’t help but to help myself I’m losing my mind I need help
filling my mind with doubt I’d do anything to get out”

Curtis Mayfield- Freddie’s Dead

Tässä lauletaan aivan hemmetinmoisen liikuttavasti hyväksikäytetyn pikkunistin kuolemasta. Upea biisi.

“Freddie’s dead
That’s what I said
Let the rap a plan
Said he’d see him home
But his hope was a rope
And he should’ve known
It’s hard to understand
That there’s love in this man
I’m sure all would agree
That his misery was his
Woman and things
Now Freddie’s dead
That’s what I said

Everybody’s misused him
Ripped him up and abused him
Another junkie plan
Pushing dope for the man
A terrible blow
But that’s how it goes
A Freddie’s on the corner now
If you want to be a junkie, wow
Remember Freddie’s dead”

Billy Joel – Captain Jack

Billy Joel kirjoitti tämän biisin seurattuaan Captain Jack nimisen diilerin toimintaa huoneensa ikkunasta.

“But Captain Jack will get you high tonight
And take you to your special island
Captain Jack will get you by tonight
Just a little push ‘n’ you’ll be smilin’
La da, da
Oh yeah, yeah

So you play your albums and you smoke your pot
And you meet your girlfriend in the parking lot
Oh, but still you’re aching for the things you haven’t got,
What went wrong

And if you can’t understand why your world is so dead
And why you’ve got to keep in style and feed your head
Well, you’re twenty one and still you mother makes your bed
And that’s too long”