Nick Cave – Opium Tea

“Here I sleep the morning through
Until the call to prayer awakes me
And there is nothing to do but rise
And follow the day wherever it takes me
I stand at the window and look at the sea
Then I make me a pot of opium tea
Down at the port I watch the boats come in
Watching boats come in can do something to you
And the kids gather round with outstretched hand
And I toss them a diram or two
And I wonder if my children are thinking of me
For I am what I am and what will be will be
I wonder if my kids are thinking of me
And I smile and I sip my opium tea
At night the sea lashes the rust red ramparts
And the shapes of hooded men move past me
And the mad moaning wind, it laughs and it laughs
At the strange lot that fate has cast me
And the cats on the rampart sing merrily
That I am what I am and what will be will be
The cats on the rampart sing merrily
And I sit and I drink my opium tea
I’m a prisoner here, I can never go home
There is nothing here to win or to lose
There are no choices needing to be made at all
Not even the choice of having to choose
I am a prisoner, yes, but I am also free
‘Cause I am what I am and what will be will be
I’m a prisoner here, yes, but I’m also free
And I smile and I sip my opium tea”

Nick Drake – Been Smoking Too Long

Well I wake up in the morning
Look at my clock
It’s way past noon time
Now I’m late for work.

Tell me, tell me
What have I done wrong?
Ain’t nothing go right with me
Must be I’ve been smoking too long.

Well I go to find me some breakfast
But I ain’t got no food
Take me a shower
But the water don’t feel no good.

Tell me…

I’ve got opium in my chimney
No other life to choose
Nightmare made of hash dreams.
Got the devil in my shoes

Tell me…

Well when I’m smoking
Put my worries on a shelf
Don’t think about nothin’
Try not to see myself.

Tell me…

Well in this blues I’m singin’
There’s a lesson to be learned
Don’t go around smokin’
Unless you want to get burned.

Tell me…

Sting – Children’s Crusade

Sting rinnastaa nuorten lasten sotaan lähtemisen jotenkin nykypäivän addiktoituneeseen nuoreen.

“Young men, soldiers, nineteen fourteen
Marching through countries they’d never seen
Virgins with rifles, a game of charades
All for a children’s crusade

Pawns in the game are not victims of chance
Strewn on the fields of Belgium and France
Poppies for young men, death’s bitter trade
All of these young lives betrayed

The children of England would never be slaves
They’re trapped on the wire and dying in waves
The flower of England face down in the mud
And stained in the blood of a whole generation

Corpulent generals safe behind lines
History’s lessons drowned in red wine
Poppies for young men, death’s bitter trade
All of those young lives betrayed
All for a children’s crusade

The children of England would never be slaves
They’re trapped on the wire and dying in waves
The flower of England face down in the mud
And stained in the blood of a whole generation

Midnight in Soho nineteen eighty four
Fixing in doorways, opium slaves
Poppies for young men, such bitter trade
All of those young lives betrayed
All for a children’s crusade”

Moonspell – Opium

Moonspell kuvaa loistavasti opiumoloja…

“Opium, desire or will?
Inspiration bound from an elegant seed
Subversion, through smoke I foresee
Erotic motions of lesser gods in ectasy

Opium, bring me forth another dream
Spawn worlds of flesh and red,
Little jewels of atrocity

Opium, I sleep in debauchery
And burn with you
When you burn in me”