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”

Tenacious D – 12 Drugs of Christmas

Tenacious D revittelee omaan ominaiseen tapaansa tässä joululaussa. Rakas pitää huolen, että joka päivä matkalla kohti joulua jotain nappaillan

“on the 12th day of christmas my true love gave to me
12 kids of popping
11 magic mushrooms
10 yolli buttons
9 caps of dropping
8 spoons of snorting
7 whites of buzzing
6 joints of smoking
5 valiums
4 grams of hash
3 pounds of grass
200 reds and
a tab of yellow sunshine LSD”

Clawfinger – Sad to See Your Sorrow

Clawfingerin debyyttialbumilta löytyy hieno tilitys voimattomuuden tunteesta kun huumeitten kanssa kamppailevan frendin vierellä on niin turhautunut olo kun tuntuu, ettei voi tehdä mitään auttaakseen häntä.

“I want to touch you but I don’t possess the power
it turns me inside out to feel the pain of your distress
you push the needle deeper in your arm for every hour
I know your life was so beautiful but now it’s turned into a mess
I’ve tried to understand you but the thoughts seems so unreal
that a person would forsake herself and try to break herself with pain
just like a child you’re so innocent and you long so much to feel
but instead you push the needle deeper down your vein
sad to see you sad to see your sorrow
you know I’ve seen you in so many diffrent ways
the reflections of your agony are scared upon your face
warm the spoon just to numb yourself from much much better days
and you hope that someone else is there who might want to take your place
everything you scream I hear you thought you scream so silent
and you’re longing for your babychild to be in a much better place
so addicted to your loneliness full of self destructive violence
you still try to love your child and see the smile opon it’s face
sad to see you sad to see your sorrow…..
take away the pain and take away the sorrow
I cry in silence hoping you’ll come through
take away the pain you could be dead tommorow
I wish that I could help you but there’s nothing I can do
I WISH I COULD HELP YOU BUT THERE’S NOTHING I CAN DO
I feel as if I’m by your side even though you’re far away from here
the poison mingles with your blood and slowly satisfies you
but what I wonder most of all is if you really want to disappear
you keep struggleing with emotions mixed inside you
please don’t disappear you know to many people love you
but you see you’re still the only one that can ever dry your tears
so don’t you rely on anyone below or up above you
you better grab your life and then get a grip before it disappears
sad to see you sad to see your sorrow”

Temple of the Dog – Times of Trouble

Temple of the Dog perustettiin Mother Love Bonen laulajan Andrew Woodin kunniaksi. Andrew Wood kuoli heroiinin yliannostukseen. Temple of the Dogin ainoalla levyllä useammatkin laulut käsittelevät Woodin poismenoa. Tämä Chris Cornellin kirjoittama laulu kertoo, että älkää tehkö kuin Wood vaan yrittäkää pysyä kasassa ja erossa aineista.

“When the spoon is hot
And the needle’s sharp
And you drift away
I can hear you say
That the world in black
Is upon your back
And your body shakes
So you ditch away
And you close the shades

Don’t try to do it
Don’t try to kill your time
You might do it
Then you can’t change your mind
You’ve got a hold on to your time
Till your break through these
Times of trouble

When you try to talk
And the words get hard
And they put you down
Don’t you stay
Don’t you ditch away

I saw you swinging
Swinging your mother’s sword
I know you’re playing but
Sometimes the rules get hard
But if somebody left you out on a ledge
If somebody pushed you over the edge
If somebody loved you and left you for dead
You got to hold on to your time till you break
Through these times of trouble”

Bad Religion – Billy

Biisin on sanottu kuvaavan bändin kitaristin, Brett Gurewitzin, elämää. Onnistuneet sanat, etten sanoisi.

“I can recall the warm youth of a summer day, yeah
The sweetest lemonade, the darkest game arcade
And billy had a yearning in the corner of his mind, yeah
It moved him secretly, it moved him powerfully

But prescience was lacking and the present was all
And his aptitudes were carelessly wasted
And challenging life with the abandon of a fool
He squandered the hours of his day, yeah

Then darkness and disorder slapped him sharply in the face, yeah
It hit him like a friend, struck something deep within
He couldn’t break the chain of slow decay that seemed to drag him
Just like a fatal tie, toward the other side

And billy was a lunatic just barking at the moon
And his brain was totally wasted
He then exchanged his friends for a needle and a spoon
And he threw his future away, yeah

Bolt the door and throw away the key, yeah
Our dim reflection is all that you can see
So where is the justice when no one is at fault
And a human life is tragically wasted
How fragile is the flame that burns within us all
To light each passing day, yeah”

Sixx A.M. – X-mas in Hell

Hyvinkin paljon omakohtaisen The Heroin Diaries -albumin avausrauta ajaa sanoituksillaan kuuntelijan sisään Nikki Sixxin huumehelvettiin. Hienosti onnistuu tämä alku… oivallinen kuvaus siitä, kuinka juhlapäivät ovat addiktille yhtä helvettiä, masennusta ja epätoivoa.

“December 25th, 1986 – Van Nuys.

Merry Christmas.

That’s what people say at Christmas, right? Except normally they have someone to say it to.
They have friends and family,
And they haven’t been crouched naked under a Christmas tree with a needle in their arm like an insane person in a mansion in Van Nuys.
They’re not out of their minds, they’re not writing in a diary,
And they’re definitely not watching their holiday spirit coagulate in a spoon.
I didn’t speak to a single person today. I figured why should I ruin their fucking Christmas.

I’ve started a new diary and this time I have a few new reasons.
One, I have no friends left.
Two, so I can read back and remember what I did the day before.
And three, so if I die, at least I leave a nice little suicide note of my life.

It’s just me and you, diary. Welcome to my fucked up life.

Nobody would believe the shit that happens in my head, it’s haunted.
Now that I’ve come down from the drugs it seems like a sick play that I saw in a theater somewhere.
Thirty minutes ago, I could’ve killed someone.
Or better yet, myself.”

Lynyrd Skynyrd – The Needle and the Spoon

“I’ve seen a lot of people who thought they were cool
But then again, lord I’ve seen a lot of fools
Well, I hope you people, lord can hear what I say
You’ll have your chance to hit it some day

Don’t mess with the needle or a spoon
Or any trip to the moon
It’ll take you away”

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