Vuosi: 2004
Tech N9ne – T9X
T9X = Tech N9ne Experience = kokemus yhdeksän huumeen sekakäytöstä… siitä kai nämä sanat kertovat?!?
”Yeah, X.T.C. (I love you very much)
G.H.B., shrooms and weed
This is the Tech N9NE experience
Yeah A.C.I.D. (I love you very much)
P.C.P., Carabou leez
This is the Tech N9NE experience”
Notkea Rotta – Kaupungin Vauhdissa
Diilausta ja hyvin monelaisten huumeiden käyttöä riittää tässä biisissä.
Velvet Revolver – Superhuman
Lienee kuvaus kokaiiniin addiktoituneesta naisesta.
”I’m a superman
I want to be your superman
I’m a superman
I want to be your superman
What you get is a crash course to be a man
But a man is a destination never known
Sometimes dressed up like a red hot lady in pumps
Don’t think she can get enough
Always feel like she’s runnin’ on a hamster wheel
Getting high, crashing cars and makin’ mistakes
Keepin’ her face packed with cocaine
Her face is numb your faith is gone
I’m travelin’ on now
I’m makin’ plans now
Cocaine
Alcohol
Lady-lay
withdrawal
Keep it comin’ in a world that’s blown up wild
Keep it comin’ in a world that’s bred her style
We’re all runnin’ from the goose she’s high on cocaine
There’s a noose swimmin’ right between her legs to her brain
We’re all in need of a superhuman woman now
We’re all in need of a superhuman woman now
So rodeo, rodeo, rodeo, rodeo
Throw the rope around her neck and get the show on the road
I’m travelin’ on now
I’m makin’ plans now
What’s she thinkin’
She’ll never get enough of
Cocaine
Alcohol
Lady-lay
withdrawal”
Modest Mouse – The Good Times are Killing Me
Biisin nimi kertonee oleellisimman sisällöstä. Aika päheet sanat itse asiassa. Tossa on paljon hienoja laineja… esmes toi ”Have one, have twenty more ”one mores” and oh it does not relent.”
”The good times are killing me.
Here we go!
Got dirt, got air, got water and I know you can carry on.
Shrug off shortsighted false excitement and oh what can I say?
Have one, have twenty more ”one mores” and oh it does not relent.
The good times are killing me.
Kick butt buzz-cut dickheads
who didn’t like what I said.
The good times are killing me.
Jaws clenched tight we talked all night,
oh but what the hell did we say?
The good times are killing me.
Fed up with all that LSD.
Need more sleep than coke or methamphetamines.
Late nights with warm, warm whiskey.
I guess the good times they were all just killing me.
Got dirt, got air, got water and I know you can carry on.
The good times are killing me.
Enough hair of the dog to make myself an entire rug.
The good times are killing me.
Have one, have twenty more ”one mores” and oh it does not relent.
The good times are killing me.
Shit-kicker city slickers who all wanted me dead.
The good times are killing me.
Get sucked in and stuck in late nights
with more folks that I don’t know.
The good times are killing me.”
Courtney Love – All the Drugs
Hmm… joo, kertoo huumeista, mutta en minä näitä silti ymmärrä.
”The devil’s driving my car tonight and he’s drunk
He’s pissed he’s mad
And i dont care which of you he fucks up
I have played with fire and the matches they are burning stillin my hand
They can try and shut me up they never can
They never will again
With all the drugs
With all the drugs
With all the drugs
Theres no-one in this bed
Obliterate the truth
Coz theres no lies
That i could be and you would know
With all the drugs
With all the drugs
But theres all the drugs in the world
Ohhh, ohhh yeah
With all all of my money
With all all of my love
With all all of my money
It does’nt feel as good as the drugs
With all the drugs in the world
You cant shut up let go
With all the drugs in the world
With all the drugs in the world
Gonna burn out every inch of you
Oh baby ill burn youtill the lights they all die
You’ll never ever ever fuck like me
So baby why why do you even try
Generation it has slipped away
Oh baby leave no race of it behind
Steal the power of the wonderfull men
And baby leave here with me leave here tonight”
Madvillain – America’s Most Blunted (feat. Lord Quas)
Quas, when he really hit scar mode
Never will he boost loose Phillies with the barcode
Or take a whole carload on a wasted trip
Or slit White Owl laced tip from tip with yip
Some rather baggies others like they cracks and browns
Catch a tag, roll a bag of swag in a Black’n’Mild
See twist Optimo, just the raw leaf part
The list top gold, bust before beef start
At the Stop’n’Go Mart, actin like a spirit host done it
”America’s most blunted!”
Yeah, yo
Doom nominated for the best rolled L’s
And they wondered how he dealt with stress so well
Wild guess? You could say he stay sedated
Some say buddha’d, some say faded
Someday pray that he will grow a foreign barn full
Recent research show it’s not so darn harmful (true)
Sometimes you might need to detox
It can help you with your rhyme flow and your beatbox
Off spite to your surprise
Turn a Newport Light to a joint right before your eyes
Tear a page out the good book, hear it how you want it
”America’s most blunted!”
Green Day – Jesus of Suburbia
”To fall in love and fall in debt
To alcohol and cigarettes and Mary Jane
To keep me insane and doing someone else’s cocaine ”