Chicago Green, talkin' 'bout Black Lebanese
A dirty room and a silver coke spoon
Give me my release, come on
Black napalese, it's got you weak in your knees
Sneeze some dust that you got buzzed on
You know it's hard to believe
30 days in the hole
That's what they give you
I know
Newcastle Brown, I'm tellin' you, it can sure smack you down
Take a greasy whore and a rollin' dance floor
It's got your head spinnin' round
If you live on the road, well there's a new highway code
You take the urban noise with some dirt with poison
It's gonna lessen your load
What you doin' boy?
You here for 30 days
Get, get, get your long hair cut
And cut out your ways
Black napalese, it got you weak in your knees
Gonna sneeze some dust that you got busted on
You know it's so hard to please
Newcastle Brown can sure smack you down
You take a greasy whore and a rollin' dance floor
You know you're jailhouse-bound
30 days in the hole
Full Version: The Best Drug Song?
Black napalese comes up as Black Cardamom is this correct?
QUOTE
Although there are many distinct species of black cardamom, ranging in pod size from 2 cm (A. subulatum, Nepal to North Vietnam) to more than 5 cm (A. tsao-ko, China), their tastes do not differ much, although only the Nepal variety is smoked.
No, the best drug song is Purple Haze, stupid.
2nd place goes to The Perfect Drug by NIN (minus the wanker 8th grade suicide poem lyrics)
2nd place goes to The Perfect Drug by NIN (minus the wanker 8th grade suicide poem lyrics)
...
Hee!
Spacemen 3 
Comin' into Las Angeles
bringin' in a couple of Keys . . .
bringin' in a couple of Keys . . .
This is silly. You shouldn't be able to remember your favorite drug song. You should only find out what it was when presented with incriminating evidence, or when your cellmate tells you.
That's true.
I can vaguely remember a song about drugs from about 10-15 years back.
I believe it was called "Take a lot of Drugs" by Too Much Joy.
Dunno...I was always really high when I heard it.
I can vaguely remember a song about drugs from about 10-15 years back.
I believe it was called "Take a lot of Drugs" by Too Much Joy.
Dunno...I was always really high when I heard it.
QUOTE(Porkio @ May 23 2005, 09:02 AM)
No, the best drug song is Purple Haze, stupid.
Hendrix,.........Are You Experienced?
Spanish Castle Magic
Rainy Day Dream Away / Still Raining Still Dreaming
Stars That Play with Laughing Sam's Dice. (STP LSD)
Oh, and Uninvited: Too high for the Supermarket.
Makles me giggle.
Makles me giggle.
Reverend Horton Heat - "Bales of Cocaine"
QUOTE
Bales of cocaine, fallin' from low-flyin' plane
I don't know who done dropped 'em, but I thank 'em just the same
Bales of cocaine, fallin' like a foreign rain
My life changed completely by the low-flyin' planes
I don't know who done dropped 'em, but I thank 'em just the same
Bales of cocaine, fallin' like a foreign rain
My life changed completely by the low-flyin' planes
This thread has made me realize that there are too many drug songs.
"Got to Get You Into My Life" - The Beatles
"Sweet Leaf" - Black Sabbath (similar lyrical approach, albeit much more obviously stated)
"Sweet Leaf" - Black Sabbath (similar lyrical approach, albeit much more obviously stated)
"Kumbaya"
You went to band camp too huh?
"Michael, Row Your Boat Ashore"
QUOTE(Kirk @ May 25 2005, 09:40 AM)
You went to band camp too huh?
nope.
church school & cub scouts.
It says : "Drug Songs"
Not: "Love Songs"
yes.
Another Girl, Another Planet -- The Only Ones
OD Catastrophe -- Spacemen 3
I've Got You Under My Skin -- Cole Porter
OD Catastrophe -- Spacemen 3
I've Got You Under My Skin -- Cole Porter
okie from muskogee.
The Stranger Song
It's true that all the men you knew were dealers
who said they were through with dealing
every time you gave them shelter.
I know that kind of man.
It's hard to hold the hand of anyone
who is reaching for the sky just to surrender. .
And then sweeping up the jokers that he left behind
you find he did not leave you very much,
not even laughter.
Like any dealer he was watching for the card
that is so high and wild
he'll never need to deal another.
He was just some Joseph looking for a manger.
Leaning on your window sill
he'll say one day you caused his will
to weaken with your love, your warmth and your shelter.
And then taking from his wallet
an old schedule of trains, he'll say,
I told you when I came I was a stranger.
Ah, but now another stranger seems
to want you to ignore his dreams,
as though they were the burden of some other.
You've seen that man before,
his golden arm dispatching cards,
but now it's rusted from the elbow to the finger.
And he wants to trade the game he plays for shelter.
Yes, he wants to trade the song he sings for shelter.
Well, you hate to watch another tired man
lay down his hand,
like he was giving up the Holy Game of Poker.
And while he talks his dreams to sleep,
you notice there's a highway
that is curling up like smoke above his shoulder.
And now suddenly you look a little older.
Suddenly you feel a little older.
You tell him to come in, sit down,
but something makes you turn around.
The door is open. You cannot close your shelter.
You try the handle of the road.
It opens. Do not be afraid.
It's you my love, it`s you who are the stranger.
I've been waiting, I was sure
we'd meet between the trains we're waiting for,
I think it's time to board another.
Please understand I never had a secret chart
to get me to the heart of this,
or any other matter.
He talks like this,
you don't know what he's after.
Let's meet tomorrow if you choose,
upon the shore, beneath the bridge,
that they are building on some endless river.
Then he leaves the platform
for the sleeping car that's warm,
you realize, he's only advertising one more shelter.
And it comes to you, he never was a stranger.
And you say, "Ok, the bridge, or someplace later."
And then sweeping up the jokers that he left behind
you find he did not leave you very much,
not even laughter.
Like any dealer he was watching for the card
that is so high and wild
he'll never need to deal another.
He was just some Joseph looking for a manger.
Leaning on your window sill
he'll say one day you caused his will
to weaken with your love, your warmth and your shelter.
And then taking from his wallet
an old schedule of trains, he'll say,
I told you when I came I was a stranger.
It's true that all the men you knew were dealers
who said they were through with dealing
every time you gave them shelter.
I know that kind of man.
It's hard to hold the hand of anyone
who is reaching for the sky just to surrender. .
And then sweeping up the jokers that he left behind
you find he did not leave you very much,
not even laughter.
Like any dealer he was watching for the card
that is so high and wild
he'll never need to deal another.
He was just some Joseph looking for a manger.
Leaning on your window sill
he'll say one day you caused his will
to weaken with your love, your warmth and your shelter.
And then taking from his wallet
an old schedule of trains, he'll say,
I told you when I came I was a stranger.
Ah, but now another stranger seems
to want you to ignore his dreams,
as though they were the burden of some other.
You've seen that man before,
his golden arm dispatching cards,
but now it's rusted from the elbow to the finger.
And he wants to trade the game he plays for shelter.
Yes, he wants to trade the song he sings for shelter.
Well, you hate to watch another tired man
lay down his hand,
like he was giving up the Holy Game of Poker.
And while he talks his dreams to sleep,
you notice there's a highway
that is curling up like smoke above his shoulder.
And now suddenly you look a little older.
Suddenly you feel a little older.
You tell him to come in, sit down,
but something makes you turn around.
The door is open. You cannot close your shelter.
You try the handle of the road.
It opens. Do not be afraid.
It's you my love, it`s you who are the stranger.
I've been waiting, I was sure
we'd meet between the trains we're waiting for,
I think it's time to board another.
Please understand I never had a secret chart
to get me to the heart of this,
or any other matter.
He talks like this,
you don't know what he's after.
Let's meet tomorrow if you choose,
upon the shore, beneath the bridge,
that they are building on some endless river.
Then he leaves the platform
for the sleeping car that's warm,
you realize, he's only advertising one more shelter.
And it comes to you, he never was a stranger.
And you say, "Ok, the bridge, or someplace later."
And then sweeping up the jokers that he left behind
you find he did not leave you very much,
not even laughter.
Like any dealer he was watching for the card
that is so high and wild
he'll never need to deal another.
He was just some Joseph looking for a manger.
Leaning on your window sill
he'll say one day you caused his will
to weaken with your love, your warmth and your shelter.
And then taking from his wallet
an old schedule of trains, he'll say,
I told you when I came I was a stranger.
Word(y).
Word.
"Sorted For E's & Wizz" - Pulp
The plaster fallin' off the wall
My girlfriend cryin' in the shower stall
It's hot as a bitch
I should've been rich
But I'm just diggin' a Chinese ditch
My girlfriend cryin' in the shower stall
It's hot as a bitch
I should've been rich
But I'm just diggin' a Chinese ditch
Let me guess...
All your best things are in hock?
All your best things are in hock?
ALL of them.
So you can pay for a bit of my sweet, sweet™?
(I think the "ass" goes without saying at this point)
(I think the "ass" goes without saying at this point)
If I use " sweet, sweet™" in the future
Will I automaticaly be refering to yours now?
Will I automaticaly be refering to yours now?
Yessir.
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