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My Congressman (Words - Ott/Music - Fifteen) My congressman says I cant give my brother a clean syringe If he should get aids and die, that's just too bad My senator says I can't give my sister a clean syringe If she should get hepititis and die, that's just too bad My president says I cant give my brother a clean syringe If he should get hepititis and die, that's just too bad The policeman says I cant give my sister a clean syringe If she should get aids and die, that's just too bad My county superviser likes to think he's so much wiser Than all the doctors put together Who say we should give away clean syringes My city councilman says it's not a problem We're only gonna spend millions on treatment won't work For people who will die My community likes to claim immunity on the basis of homophobia And a lack of medical fact Hey america there's needle users sleeping with your children With your daughters, with your sons and with your husbands. We got a law, says you can't own a needle. Without a presciption Do you think that ever kept anyone from shooting up? All the politicians say, we cant legalize exchange Because that would be sending the wrong message But did you ever notice, On every billboard, in every magazine, in every corner store, on every tv screen. The message is "buy cigarettes and alcohol" Don't you know drugs are everywhere , you can't stop it Criminalize it, make it profitable, ensure its longevity Don't you know drugs are everywhere, you can't stop it It's not a law enforcement issue, Addiction's a disease If you find your self in the position of having to share a needle with another person, Take the steps to ensure that you don't get infected. Suck water up to the top of the needle, and squirt it out. Suck water up to the top of the needle, and squirt it out. Suck water up to the top of the needle, and squirt it out. That's step one Suck bleach up to the top of the needle, and squirt it out. Suck bleach up to the top of the needle, and squirt it out. Suck bleach up to the top of the needle, and squirt it out. That's step two Suck water up to the top of the needle, and squirt it out. Suck water up to the top of the needle, and squirt it out. Suck water up to the top of the needle, and squirt it out. That's step three, you're done We got a law, says you can't own a needle. Without a presciption Do you think that ever kept anyone from shooting up? All the politicians say, we cant legalize exchange Because that would be sending the wrong message But did you ever notice, On every billboard, in every magazine, in every corner store, on every tv screen. The message is "buy cigarettes and alcohol" Don't you know drugs are everywhere, you can't stop it Criminalize it, make it profitable, ensure its longevity Don't you know drugs are everywhere , you can't stop it It's not a law enforcement issue, Addiction's a disease My congressman says I can't give my brother a clean syringe If he should get aids and die, that's just too bad My senator says I cant give my sister a clean syringe If she should get hepititis and die, that's just too bad My president says I cant give my brother a clean syringe If he should get hepititis and die, that's just too bad The policeman says I can't give my sister a clean syringe If she should get aids and die, that's just too bad My county superviser likes to think he's so much wiser Than all the doctors put together Who say we should give away clean syringes My city councilman say's it's not a problem Were only gonna spend millions on treatment won't work For people who will die My community likes to claim immunity on the basis of homophobia And a lack of medical fact Hey america there's needle users sleeping with your children With your daughters, with your sons and with your husbands.
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the sound of birdmad
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opium heroin acid and e these are a few of my favourite things
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soia
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usage gradually diminishing unsure why he came up to my room and asked if I wanted to get high it seemed like the last thing I could ever want to do my how things have changed
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soia
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last night they were all drinking. I wasn't. last night they all got high. I went to bed. last night I felt like hell. today I feel like hell. I feel this lump in my throat. This pain I cannot let go.
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3_quinuclidinyl benzillate benactyzine ditran dimenhydrinate 3_amino_8_hydroxytetralin oneirine thujone benztropine mesylate palustrine
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I could site many examples of how these have fucked up my life. I always blamed those years and now I think back and cannot be regretful. If I never experienced all I did, I wouldn't have the same outlook on life. I wouldn't see things in nearly the same way. I'm just glad that part of my life is, at least for the moment, surrendered but not forgotten.
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alice
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drugs do you. i do drugs, i love drugs, there so much fun. mostly there something to do but there fun
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jess
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jesse likes drugs too
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lotuseater
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expand your mind
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tripleclipse
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can open the gateways or close them it all depends on the perspective
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lotuseater
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wheee!! e+k= magic spells
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silentbob
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"Why would someone like you be listening to a song like that?"
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recently recounting, as a request, all i've consumed in the last five years. sitting in the desert, thinking freely.. came out to 45 separate substances.. a number which seems more absurd every time i think of it. it's large enough that it doesn't mean anything at all..
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lotuseater
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thats some hardcore fear and loathing shit, dude
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i work with them all day and it's almost like working in fast food. by the end of the day, i don't want to see or take any of my own pills.
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Want to fuck up, drop out, never trust a fucking hippie. For that matter, don't trust anyone. Quit school, don't work, livin off the music you punk. If I could do it, so could anyone. Drugs are good, they let you do things that you know you not should. And when you do'em people think that you're cool. And when you do'em people think that you're cool. Want to join a punk band, shave your head and get a tattoo. You don't need talent, just sing outta tune. Self destruction, no moral to throw it on me. For no particular reason, beat up everyone. Drugs are neat, and you can find'em relatively cheap. And when you do'em people think that you're cool. And when you do'em people think that you're cool.
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TK
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time for a nice dose of . . . . . . . . . . . . nightquil G'night my dearest darling Blatherskites ^.^
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not the fun kind. the kind that make me feel like i'm trying to run in water. that turn a good mood into a moment of rage-lite. don't look at me like that--i'll kick you out of the bed, out of the house. i don't care that it's 2am. at the end of the shift, a few precious quiet customer-free minutes before i turned off the "open" sign and locked the door, we all bought weed krispie treats. it would make closing more fun. we'd turn up the radio and sing at the top of our voices to the beastie boys and tupac and rage against the machine. standing in the kitchen munching on blocks of rice krispie treats drenched in thc becka teased me, said i'd take whatever was handed to me and ask what it was only afterward. this was funny at the time. now i know it was a desperate attempt at ignoring who i'd become. now for me drugs are funny stories at best. mostly they are just cold reality. i tell clients all the time that i don't have a crystal ball, i can't tell you what's coming next. try to accept how little control you really have; it's not necessarily a bad thing. one night i walked home weeping. old sweatshirt fraying at the cuffs, soles of my sneakers worn down paper-thin. it's the drugs, i kept thinking, it's the fucking drugs. tripping on the uneven sidewalk, past darkened mexican restaurants and grimy bodegas. 9th street, 10th street, six long blocks to home. at home there is a plastic skeleton lounging on the front stoop and a light with a too-bright bulb. i opened the door and broke down sobbing. i don't have a crystal ball but i do know this is forever.
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