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”