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”

David Bowie – The Bewlay Brothers

David Bowien sanoituksethan eivät useinkaan ole kovin yksiselitteisiä. Viittauksia löytyy sinne sun tänne… huumeisiin, uskontoon, seksiin… mutta, että mitähän ihmettä nämä oikein tarkoittavat?

“And so the story goes
They wore the clothes
They said the things
To make it seem improbable
The whale of a lie
Like they hope it was
And the good men of tomorrow
Had their feet in the wallow
And their heads of brawn
Were nicer shorn
And how they bought their positions with saccharin and trust
And the world was asleep
To our latent fuss
Sighing, the swirl through the streets
Like the crust of the sun
The Bewlay Brothers
In our wings that bark
Flashing teeth of brass
Standing tall in the dark
Oh, and we were gone
Hanging out with your dwarf men
We were so turned on
By your lack of conclusions

I was stone and he was wax
So he could scream,
And still relax, unbelievable
And we frightened the small children away
And our talk was old
And dust would flow
Through our veins and lo!
It was midnight
Back o’ the kitchen door
Like the grim face
On the Cathedral floor
And the solid book we wrote
Cannot be found today

And it was Stalking time
For the Moonboys
The Bewlay Brothers
With our backs on the arch
In the Devil-may-be-here
But he can’t sing about that
Oh, and we were gone
Real cool traders
We were so turned on
You thought we were fakers

Now the dress is hung,
The ticket pawned
The factor max that proved the fact
Is melted down
And woven on the edging of my pillow
Now my Brother lays upon the Rocks
He could be dead, he could be not
He could be you
He’s Camelian, Comedian, Corinthian and Caricature
“Shooting-up Pie-in-the-Sky”
The Bewlay Brothers
In the feeble and the bad
The Bewlay Brothers
In the blessed and cold
In the crutch-hungry dark
Was where we flayed our mark
Oh, and we were gone
Kings of oblivion
We were so turned on
In the mind-warp pavilion

Lay me place and bake me pie
I’m starving for me gravy
Leave my shoes, and door unlocked
I might just slip away
Just for the day, hey!
Please come away, hey!”

Kris Kristofferson – Billy Dee

Karu stoori nuoresta kaverista, joka lipsahtaa käyttämään aineita ja lopussa ei hyvä heilu.

“Billy Dee was seventeen when he turned twenty-one
Fooling with some foolish things he could’ve left alone
But he had to try to satisfy a thirst he couldn’t name
Driven towards the darkness by the devil in his veins

All around the honky tonks, searching for a sign
Gettin’ by on gettin’ high on women, words and wine
Some folks called him crazy, Lord, and others called him free
But we just called us lucky for the love of Billy Dee

Busy goin’ his own way and speakin’ his own words
Facin’ and forgettin’ every warnin’ that he heard
Makin’ friends and takin’ any crazy chance he could
Gettin’ busted for the bad times and believin’ in the good

Billy took a beatin’ from a world he meant no harm
The score was written in the scars up on his arm
Some felt he was payin’ for the life he tried to lead
But all we felt was sorry for our good friend Billy Dee

It may be his soul was bigger than a body’s oughta be
Singin’ songs and bringin’ laughter to the likes of you and me
Cause the world he saw was sadder than the one he hoped to find
But it wasn’t near as lonesome as the one he left behind

Yesterday they found him on the floor of his hotel
Reachin’ towards the needle, Lord, that drove him down to hell
Some folks called it suicide, others blame the speed
But we all called it crucified when Billy Dee O.D.’d”

Godsmack – Voodoo

Hmmm… voisi kertoa esmes heroiinin käytöstä…

“I’m not the one who’s
So far away
When I feel the snakebite
Enter my veins

Never did I want to
Be here again
And I don’t remember
Why I came

Candles raise my desire
Why I’m so far away
No more meaning to my life
No more reason to stay

Freezing
Feeling
Breathe in,
Breathe in!

I’m coming back again…”

James Brown – King Heroin

“I’m financed in China, ran in Japan
I’m respected in Turkey and I’m legal in Siam
I take my addicts and make ’em steal, borrow, beg
Then they search for a vein in their arm or their leg
So, be you Italian, Jewish, Black or Mex
I can make the most virile of men forget their sex
So now, no, my man, you must (you know) do your best
To keep up your habit until your arrest”

James Brown laulaa heroiinin vaaroista antamalla kappaleessa suunvuoron aineelle itselleen ja seurauksena on pitkä totuuksien litania.

Metallica – Master of Puppets

“Needlework the way, never you betray
life of death becoming clearer
Pain monopoly, ritual misery
chop your breakfast on a mirror
Taste me you will see
More is all you need
You’re dedicated to
How I’m killing you”

Oivallinen kuvaus kokaiinin tai heroiinin käyttämisestä. Nuohan eivät tainneet olla lainkaan vieraita aineita soittajille.