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Hvad er jeres yndlings-narko-nedtur-numre?

Mine er:

Neil Young: "The Needle and the Damage Done"

Nine Inch Nails: "Hurt"

The Verve: "The Drugs Don't Work"

Elliott Smith: "Needle in the Hay" (handler den ikke om narko-nedtur? Lyder ihvertfald sådan)

Alt med Jimi Hendrix er super skønt at høre på narko nedtur.

I havde nok været et kønt par. Den ene hører depressive sange for at forstærke sin nedtur, mens den anden hører livsglad og afslappet musik for at modvirke den.


Eller mener du numre, der decideret omhandler nedturen af narko?

Går ud fra at du mener narko come-down?

Den ultimative narko come-down sang er ihvertfald uden tvivl Tierra Azul med Vibrasphere!

Hørte den en morgen på repeat, flere timer itræk imens vi konstant sugede af en kæmpe bag med dejligt skunk i, efter methylon og en lille dosis svampe. Uforglemmeligt!

alt med Mazzy Star.

Red House Painters - Medicine Bottle

Johnny Cash's version af Hurt

Johnny Cash - Cocaine Blues
"Early one mornin' while makin' the rounds
I took a shot of cocaine and I shot my woman down
I went right home and I went to bed, I stuck that lovin' 44 beneath my head
Got up next mornin' and I grabbed that gun, took a shot of cocaine and away I run"

Sleep - Jerusalem
det er egentlig ikke en nedturssang(medmindre man er stenet helt ned under gulvbrædderne på skunk), men teksten er så vild at jeg bliver nødt til at poste den i hele sin dopede vælde:

"Drop out of Life with Bong in Hand
Follow the Smoke toward the Riff filled Land
Drop out of Life with Bong in Hand
Follow the Smoke toward the Riff filled Land
Proceeds the Weedian, Nazareth
Proceeds the Weedian, Nazareth
Creedsmen roll out Across The Dying Down
Sacred Israel Holy Mount Zion
Sun Beams Down onto the SAndcean Reigns
Caravan Migrates Through deep SandScape
Lungsmen Unearth the creed of Hasheeshian
LeBaNon
Desert Legion Smoke Covenant is Complete
HerB Bails Retied onto Backs of Beasts
Stoner Caravan Emerge from Sandsea
Earthling Inserts to Chalice the Green Cutchie
GRoundation Soul Finds Trust Upon Smoking Hose
Assemble Creedsmen Rises Prayerfilled Smoke
GolGoTha
Judgement Soon Come To Mankind
Green Herbsmen SErve Rightful King
HEMp SeeD Caravan CArries
Rides out Believer with the spliff Aflame
MAriJuanAut Escapes earth To Cultivate
Grow Room Is Church TEmple of the new Stoner Breed
Chants Loud RObeD Priest Down onto the Freedomseed
Burnt Offering rEdeeMs Completes Smoked Deliverance
Caravan StoneD Deliverants
The CARAvan Holds to Eastern Creed
NOw sMokEs Believer
The Chronicle of the Sinsemillian
Drop out of Life with Bong in Hand
Follow the Smoke toward the Riff filled Land
Drop out of Life with Bong in Hand
Follow the Smoke JERUSALEM...."

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Corporations cannot commit treason, nor be outlawed, nor excommunicated, for they have no souls. ~ Sir Edward Coke

Om - At Giza fra conference of the birds.

Hør her: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NqTPJzTOYpE


edit: Hola Halugenlampe - skide god musiksmag! Det skal helst være among my swan med mazzy star. Det er den mest "stenede" synes jeg. Og jeg tror jeg ville synes Red House Painters (eller andet Mark Kozelek) er en anelse for deprimerende at lytte. Men Medicine bottle (down colorful hill pladen generelt) er muligvis det bedste manden har lavet.

Om står jo bag det bedste album i det nye millenium: "Variations on a theme". men det er jo også Al Cisneros og Chris Hakius fra Sleep. jeg synes Om er bedre end Sleep. nu valgte jeg bare Jerusalem fordi det skulle være doperelateret.

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Corporations cannot commit treason, nor be outlawed, nor excommunicated, for they have no souls. ~ Sir Edward Coke

Der er nogle gode sange på Green Day's Insomniac album der, svjv, er skrevet på meth eller meth come-down. Især Brain stew og Geek Stink Breath.
Brain Stew
Geek Stink Breath

Johnny Cash's version af NiN's Hurt (Trent Reznor har selv udtalt at han syns at Cash's version er bedre end hans egen)
Cash - Hurt

Staind - Me
Staind - Me

..og nårhja, så har jeg en svaghed for Suede albummet "Dog Man Star"

Suede - Heroine
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=k7pYxEEQeHI

"She walks in beauty like the night
Discarding her clothes in the plastic flowers
Pornographic and tragic in black and white
My Marilyn come to my slum for an hour

I'm aching to see my heroine
I'm aching been dying for hours and hours

She walks in the beauty of a magazine
Complicating the boys in the office towers
Rafaella or Della the silent dream
My Marilyn come to my slum for an hour

I'm aching to see my heroine
I'm aching been dying for hours and hours,
been dying for hours and hours

She walks in beauty like the night
Hypnotising the silence with her powers
Armageddon is bedding this picture alright
My Marilyn come to slum for an hour

I'm aching to see my heroine
Aching, been dying for hours and hours
I'm 18, I need my heroines
Aching, been dying for hours
Oh and I'm never alone now
Now I'm with her"

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Corporations cannot commit treason, nor be outlawed, nor excommunicated, for they have no souls. ~ Sir Edward Coke

Dead Prez - Fucked up
Album: Rgb: Revolutionary But Gangsta



[Verse 1]
How do it feel to be high without drugs?
Some say it's the feelin of love for yourself
I can't call it, I just threw up in the toilet
And all my life I said I wasnt gonna be no alcholic
I'm flailin son, tryin to stay sober
but the alchohol be callin son like a ghost
So let's make a toast to my liver and my kidneys
Pour out a little Henny here's to gout in your twenties
Not many niggaz make it to 30 we ride dirty
Breath stinkin, already drinkin, bright an' early
Out an earl na smirnoff, gin and 8 ball
Passed out on the bathroom floor with my clothes off
Remember them knickies? tall can't fit in they dickies?
Before they put them cameras up in the corna store
We used to be so much fun when we was young
Tryin to holler at somethin smellin like 151
Gettin thrown out the club all buzzed I'm bout to get the gun, dawg
But I ain't even know where I was
My nigga emae had to carry me home a many day
It was Heineken, dreks, engays, and eng
They say alcoholism is in my DNA
cause my pops liked to get fucked up the same way
They say alcoholism is in my DNA
cause my pops liked to get fucked up the same way

[Verse 2]
I got so fucked up last night I passed out
assed out man I couldnt even get to the house
and I know I shouldnt been drinkin on an empty stomach
but the fliest said open bar I said fuck it
went from vodka to rum, from rum to cogniac
and my body feel like ive been fightin in combat
and ive been coughin up yellow shit breakin a sweat
i've been shakin like a leaf but thats just what I get
for pourin my own poison and throwin it back
and its not enough to just know better you gotta act
I know I said that the last time
but I was havin such a good time

Leonard Cohen: Famours blue raincoat:



Det er i hverfald en historie om en narko-nedtur..

Hilsen Fanny

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Carpe Diem ~ Memento Mori
Mere rugbrød - mindre LSD! - Velmendende råd til psykedelisk ekstremsportspiller

Jeg havde ikke fanget det skulle være narkorelateret, og jeg er nu gladest for conference of the birds. Der er en fantastisk stemning på den plade, men det ændrer ikke på Variations on a theme er fantastisk . De spiller på loppen den 7. november!

Argh! NEJ!!

Jeg mener sange der HANDLER OM narko-nedtur, ODer, misbrug osv..

Prøv at læse titlerne på de sange jeg nævner (eller høre dem) og tænk så over om det lyder som sådan noget efterbrænder-k3x3-klapper-musik.

Jeg nægter at lade mit emne blive invaderet af fullon/chillout-musik!!

Ja, men han tager fejl

De er begge gode, men jeg synes nu Trent-drengens har mere kant. Johnny har et helt liv i stemmen, og den er rørende på den dér gammel-mand-der-snart-dør-agtige måde, men jeg synes sangen passer bedst til Trent.

Det er en svær afgørelse. Begge versioner er rigtig gode, men jeg er mere til Cash's version. Men sådan er smag jo heldigvis så forskellig.

Jeg er kæmpe fan af Marshal Mathers gamle album "The Slim Shady LP". Stort set alle hans deprinumre er fyldt med stofreferencer, selvom det godt nok nærmere er nedturs-livs-tekster. Håber ikke det ødelægger din tråd Zarathustra Et par rigtig dejlige depressive og grænse-psykotiske tekster, men resten af albummet kan helt sikkert også anbefales, i modsætning til meget af hans nyere musik:

"If I had"
Life.. by Marshall Mathers
What is life?
Life is like a big obstacle
put in front of your optical to slow you down
And everytime you think you gotten past it
it's gonna come back around and tackle you to the damn ground
What are friends?
Friends are people that you think are your friends
But they really your enemies, with secret indentities
and disguises, to hide they true colors
So just when you think you close enough to be brothers
they wanna come back and cut your throat when you ain't lookin
What is money?
Money is what makes a man act funny
Money is the root of all evil
Money'll make them same friends come back around
swearing that they was always down
What is life?
I'm tired of life
I'm tired of backstabbing ass snakes with friendly grins
I'm tired of committing so many sins
Tired of always giving in when this bottle of Henny wins
Tired of never having any ends
Tired of having skinny friends hooked on crack and mini-thins
I'm tired of this DJ playing YOUR shit when he spins
Tired of not having a deal
Tired of having to deal with the bullshit without grabbing the steel
Tired of drowning in my sorrow
Tired of having to borrow a dollar for gas to start my Monte Carlo
I'm tired of motherfuckers spraying shit and dartin off
I'm tired of jobs startin off at five fifty an hour
then this boss wanders why I'm smartin off
I'm tired of being fired everytime I fart and cough
Tired of having to work as a gas station clerk
for this jerk breathing down my neck driving me bezerk
I'm tired of using plastic silverware
Tired of working in Building Square
Tired of not being a millionaire

But if I had a million dollars
I'd buy a damn brewery, and turn the planet into alcoholics
If I had a magic wand, I'd make the world suck my dick
without a condom on, while I'm on the john
If I had a million bucks
it wouldn't be enough, because I'd still be out
robbing armored trucks
If I had one wish
I would ask for a big enough ass for the whole world to kiss

I'm tired of being white trash, broke and always poor
Tired of taking pop bottles back to the party store
I'm tired of not having a phone
Tired of not having a home to have one in if I did have it on
Tired of not driving a BM
Tired of not working at GM, tired of wanting to be him
Tired of not sleeping without a Tylenol PM
Tired of not performing in a packed coliseum
Tired of not being on tour
Tired of fucking the same blonde whore after work
in the back of a Contour
I'm tired of faking knots with a stack of ones
Having a lack of funds and resorting back to guns
Tired of being stared at
I'm tired of wearing the same damn Nike Air hat
Tired of stepping in clubs wearing the same pair of Lugz
Tired of people saying they're tired of hearing me rap about drugs
Tired of other rappers who ain't bringin half the skill as me
saying they wasn't feeling me on "Nobody's As Ill As Me"
I'm tired of radio stations telling fibs
Tired of J-L-B saying "Where Hip-Hop Lives"

But if I had a million dollars
I'd buy a damn brewery, and turn the planet into alcoholics
If I had a magic wand, I'd make the world suck my dick
without a condom on, while I'm on the john
If I had a million bucks
it wouldn't be enough, because I'd still be out
robbing armored trucks
If I had one wish
I would ask for a big enough ass for the whole world to kiss

You know what I'm saying?
I'm tired of all of this bullshit
Telling me to be positive
How'm I 'sposed to be positive when I don't see shit positive?
Know what I'm sayin?
I rap about shit around me, shit I see
Know what I'm sayin? Right now I'm tired of everything
Tired of all this player hating that's going on in my own city
Can't get no airplay, you know what I'm sayin?
But ey, it's cool though, you know what I'm sayin?
Just fed up
That's my word

"Rock Bottom"

A-yo!
This song is dedicated to all the happy people
All the happy people who have real nice lives
And who have no idea whats it like to be broke as fuck

[Verse One:]
I feel like I'm walking a tight rope, without a circus net
I'm popping percocets, I'm a nervous wreck
I deserve respect; but I work a sweat for this worthless check
Bout to burst this tech, at somebody to reverse this debt
Minimum wage got my adrenaline caged
Full of venom and rage
Especially when I'm engaged
And my daughter's down to her last diaper
That's got my ass hyper
I pray that god answers, maybe I'll ask nicer
Watching ballers while they flossing in their pathfinders
These overnight stars becoming autograph signers
We'll all gone blow up and leave the past behind us
Along with the small fry's and average half pinters
While playa haters turn bitch like they have vaginas
Cause we see them dollar signs and let the cash blind us
Money will brainwash you and leave your ass mindless
Snakes slither in the grass spineless

[Chorus (x2):]
That's Rock Bottom
When this life makes you mad enough to kill
That's Rock Bottom
When you want something bad enough to steal
That's Rock Bottom
When you feel you have had it up to here
Cause you mad enough to scream but you sad enough to tear

[Verse Two:]
My life is full of empty promises
And broken dreams
I'm hoping things will look up
But there ain't no job openings
I feel discouraged hungry and malnourished
Living in this house with no furnace, unfurnished
And I'm sick of working dead end jobs with lame pay
And I'm tired of being hired and fired the same day
But fuck it, if you know the rules to the game play
Cause when we die we know were all going the same way
It's cool to be player, but it sucks to be the fan
When all you need is bucks to be the man
Plus a luxury sedan
Too comfortable and roomy in a six
They threw me in the mix
With all these gloomy lunatics
Walk around depressed
And smoke a pound of ses a day
And yesterday went by so quick it seems like it was just today
My daughter wants to throw the ball but I'm too stressed to play
Live half my life and throw the rest away

[Chorus]

There's people that love me and people that hate me
But it's the evil that made me this backstabbing, deceitful, and shady
I want the money, the women, the fortune, and the fame
That Means I'll end up burning in hell scorching in flames
That means I'm stealing your checkbook and forging your name
Lifetime bliss for eternal torture and pain
Right now I feel like just hit the rock bottom
I got problems now everybody on my blocks got 'em
I'm screaming like those two cops when 2pac shot 'em
Holding two glocks, I hope your doors got new locks on 'em
My daughter's feet ain't got no shoes or sock's on 'em
And them rings you wearing look like they got a few rocks on 'em
And while you flaunting them I could be taking them to shops to pawn them
I got a couple of rings and a brand new watch you want 'em?
Cause I never went gold of one song
I'm running up on someone's lawns with guns drawn

Lyrik tyvstjålet fra http://www.azlyrics.com/



Peace TD

Telescopes "Perfect Needle"


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MBRgQyRJK1I

Jeg hører altid "kampdruk", med OA. Det er ikke om en narko-nedtur, nærmere KAMPDRUK!

Eric Claptons "Cocaine"...

"If you wanna hang out
you´ve got to take her out, cocaine
if you wanna get down, down on the ground, cocaine
she dont lie, she dont lie, she dont lie, cocaine"