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What rock and roll lyrics are you sure would not exist if it weren't for illegal drugs?

Asked by dalepetrie (18029points) December 22nd, 2009

Even people who don’t believe in using drugs usually accept that some of the greatest works in art, literature and music were created under the influence of some sort of mind altering substance. Of course, that alone is not proof positive that it’s the drugs that caused the greatness, but there is a very strong correlation that makes a very persuasive argument, namely that creative people can become even more creative by using drugs.

I’m specifically curious about rock and roll music, because this is where the correlation seems to be the most prevalent. The history of rock and roll is full of examples of artists who put out their best work while they were addicted to something, who once they got “clean” could never again produce anything even close to what they accomplished while high. Further, many of the most promising and influential, even legendary artists, people who are today credited with changing music, died in their 20s due in part or in total because of drug abuse.

So, while I accept that it’s possible that some of the greatest music in rock and roll history which WAS written under the influence maybe would have been just as good, or even better had it been written sober, but it seems far more likely that most of it would have been worse, or at minimum just as good but somehow different. But then there are lyrics which probably wouldn’t even exist if it weren’t for drugs.

What I mean is, what lyrics have you heard that you think that no sober person would have ever combined in that fashion? To give you an example, what inspired this question was the song playing on the radio when my alarm clock went off yesterday morning. It was Three Dog Night’s cover of a song written by folk/country artist Hoyt Axton…no, not Joy to the World, the song is called Never Been To Spain. And this song, though written by a country/folk artist, still is basically a rock and roll song, and was certainly covered by a band which had it’s own addiction problems. Axton himself was a cocaine addict and a marijuana user, and I think it shows in this lyric:

Well I never been to heaven
But I been to Oklahoma
Well they tell me I was born there
But I really don’t remember
In Oklahoma, not Arizona
What does it matter?

Now you tell me, would any sober person compare Oklahoma to heaven, or rhyme Oklahoma with remember? I just don’t think those lyrics would exist today if it weren’t for drugs…I can’t imagine any sober person putting that combination of words together intentionally. Not saying it doesn’t work, I dig it, just can’t imagine a clear state of mind producing something like that.

Which leads me back to my question…what other rock and roll lyrics are you sure would not exist if it weren’t for illegal drugs?

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stratman37's avatar

Most of Elton John’s catalogue…

Jude's avatar

Pretty much anything from Floyd.

best album to listen to whilst smokin’ some ganja – Dark Side of the Moon.

Likeradar's avatar

Lucy in the Sky With Diamonds… and a lot of other Beatles songs.
Actually, lots and lots of classic rock songs, and 80’s hair band songs, and hard rock songs… it might be easier to ask what would exist without illegal drugs.

King_of_Sexytown's avatar

The song “Comin’ Back to Me” by Jefferson Airplane was written in about 10 minutes while…. I wanna say Paul Kantner (mighta been Marty Balin too. Maybe both.) had been smoking some really good pot.
I have heard a story that everyone that was there writing it that day was so high that no one even remembered having done the song until like a year later when someone covered it and Jerry Garcia said “I was in the studio with you. You guys did this song.” I dunno if that part is true though

stratman37's avatar

“Loser” by Beck

In the time of chimpanzees I was a monkey,
butane in my veins so I’m out to get the junkie
with the plastic eyeballs, spraypaint the vegetables,
dog food stalls with the beefcake pantyhose,
kill the headlights and put it in neutral,
stockcar flaming with a loser in the cruise control,
baby’s in Reno with the vitamin D,
got a couple of couches, sleep on the love seat,
someone came sayin’ I’m insane
to complain about
a shotgun wedding and a stain on my shirt,
don’t believe everything that you breathe,
you get a parking violation and a maggot on your sleeve,
so shave your face with some mace in the dark,
saving all your food stamps for burning down the trailer park,

yo, cut it
Soy un perdedor, I’m a loser baby so why don’t you kill me,
double barrel buckshot,
Soy un perdedor, I’m a loser baby so why don’t you kill me,

forces of evil on a bozo nightmare,
ban all the music with a phony gas chamber
cause one’s got a weasel and others got a flag,
one’s on the pole, shove the other in the bag,
with the rerun shows and cocaine nose job,
the daytime crap of the folk singers slop,
he hung himself with a guitar string,
a slab of turkey neck and it’s hangin’ from a pigeon wing,
I can’t write if ya’ can’t relate,
trade the cash for the beef for the body for the hate,
and my time is a piece of wax, fallen on a termite,
who’s chokin’ on the splinters

Soy un perdedor, I’m a loser baby so why don’t you kill me
get crazy with the cheez-wiz,
Soy un perdedor, I’m a loser baby so why don’t you kill me
drive, by, body pierce
yo bring it on down

Jude's avatar

Even the old Floyd with Barrett. That dude was crazy!!!

stratman37's avatar

Peacock Skeleton with Crooked Feathers

If the sea shakes like an empty maraca
I know [x4]
and she falls in love with the sounds of ships sinking?
I know [x4]

Which peacock is beast? Which peacock is priest?
If the heavens part and nobody, nowhere, nothing,
every apartment is vacant, every home for rent?
Hey Peacock?
What’s that?
I just want to know what your feathers are made out of.
Is it bruises or roses or cradles or coffins? (It’s all those!)
Which peacock is beast? Which peacock is priest?
If your friends are all cripple, all wither, all wilt,
I know [x4]
and you smile at their pain on your angel bone stilts.
I know [x4]
Which peacock is beast? Which peacock is priest?

If the brick you throw puts a bullet in your skull
and a police boot lands atop your gaping jaw?
Hey Peacock?
What’s that?
I just wanna know what the babies mouth is full of.
Is it flies or cries or straw?
Which peacock is beast? Which peacock is priest?
Which peacock’s police? Which peacock is thief?

If machine guns come knock, knock, knocking
Who’s cashing out your bad luck?
If wedding bells sound like death knells baby
is a wealthy groom worth all this gloom?
If tuxedos slither off corpses
and copulate wild on wedding cake
and the priest starts snapping photos?
There’s a peacock on your shoulder
pole dancing around your neck
while reciting the Book of Revelation.

So who do you love?
Who do you trust when your friends take a match to your front lawn?
A panicked face makes the peacock proud.
So who do you love? Who do you trust?
Who do you kill when your senator drags out your first born?
A panicked face makes the peacock proud.

If the forests turn to static and the gnarled branches, too?
I know [x4]
Your body starts to fall into a concrete tutu?
I know [x4]
which peacock is beast? which peacock is priest?

If you strike for better wages at the cola factory
and they drink champagne as they kick in your teeth?
Hey Peacock?
What’s that?
I just wanna know what his blood tasted like.
Was it like sugar or vinegar or whiskey or dirt? (It’s all those!)
Which peacock is beast? Which peacock is priest?

If machine guns come knock, knock, knocking
Who’s cashing out your bad luck?
If wedding bells sound like death knells baby
is a wealthy groom worth all this gloom?
If tuxedos slither off corpses
and copulate wild on wedding cake
and the priest starts snapping photos?
There’s a peacock on your shoulder
pole dancing around your neck
while reciting the Book of Revelation.

Things are never what they seem, the peacock’s static melodies.
The peacock spreads its crooked feathers. [x4]

So who do you love?
Who do you trust when your friends take a match to your front lawn?
A panicked face makes the peacock proud.
So who do you love? Who do you trust?
Who do you kill when your senator drags out your first born?
A panicked face makes the peacock proud.

raylrodr's avatar

Muskrat Love…....

janbb's avatar

”‘Scuse me while I kiss the sky…” – Purple Haze by Jimi Hendrix

stranger_in_a_strange_land's avatar

Any lyrics written by Jim Morrison or Syd Barrett.

pjanaway's avatar

Anything by Jimi Hendrix, Nirvana.

gemiwing's avatar

Anything from the late sixties to the mid eighties. WTH happened back then? Did someone put something in the water?

Jude's avatar

Heh, well, scratch that (although, not the Barrett part).

“but the band remained conspicuously drug-free ”

janbb's avatar

@gemiwing It was in the water, it was in the air, it was in the brownies…at least that’s what I’ve been told.

JustPlainBarb's avatar

“Cocaine” by Eric Clapton

brighten_the_corners's avatar

You know those days when you want to try heroin? – The Weakerthans

As well as Heroin by The Velvet Underground.

And any music written by Isaac Brock (Modest Mouse)

So many… Great Question!

forestGeek's avatar

Incense and Peppermints – Strawberry Alarm Clock

Good sense, innocence, cripplin’ and kind.
Dead kings, many things I can’t define.
Oh Cajun spice, sweats and blushers your mind.
Incense and peppermints, the color of thyme.

Who cares what games we choose?
Little to win, but nothing to lose.

Incense and peppermints, meaningless nouns.
Turn on, tune in, turn your eyes around.
Look at yourself, look at yourself,
Yeah, yeah.
Look at yourself, look at yourself,
Yeah, yeah,
Yeah, yeah.

Tune-a by the cockeyed world in two.
Throw your pride to one side, It’s the least you can do.
Beatniks and politics, nothing is new.
A yardstick for lunatics, one point of view.

Who cares what games we choose?
Little to win, but nothing to lose.

Good sense, innocence, crippled and kind.
Dead kings and many things I can’t define.
Oh Cajun spice, sweats and blushers your mind.
Incense and peppermints, the color of thyme.

Who cares what games we choose?
Little to win, but nothing to lose.

Incense, peppermints, incense, peppermints.

Sha-la-la, sha-la-la….

Kelly_Obrien's avatar

Lucy in the Sky With Diamonds
8 miles high
Cocaine
One Toke over the Line Sweet Jesus

Tomfafa's avatar

If not for drugs… Bob Dylan would be committed… that nut! Except for ‘forever young.’ Where that gem came from I’ll never know.

LuckyGuy's avatar

Janis Joplin:
“I pulled my harpoon out of my dirty red bandanna”.
The Dead, Casey Jones
“Ridin’ that train, high on cocaine”.

MrItty's avatar

“When you smoke or poke the poison” – Mighty Mighty Bosstones

Ghost_in_the_system's avatar

“I Was Stoned and I Missed It.- Dr. Hook

dalepetrie's avatar

@worriedguy – FWIW, I think the Joplin song you’re referencing was written by Kris Kristopherson (sorry if I misspelled that)

LeopardGecko's avatar

Countless songs by Nirvana

“Find my nest of salt
Everything is my fault
I’ll take all the blame
Aqua seafoam shame”

dalepetrie's avatar

One pill makes you larger
and one pill makes you small
and the ones that mother gives you
don’t do anything at all
go ask Alice
when she’s 10 feet tall

janbb's avatar

@dalepetrie Ah yes, good ol’ Jefferson Airplane or were they Great Society then?

lloydbird's avatar

This guy pretty much sums it up.

bandit77's avatar

Motley Crue “DR. FeelGood”

ubersiren's avatar

Modest Mouse lyrics. Isaac Brock is very open about doing drugs and writing songs while under the influence. I don’t know what lines specifically to link.

dalepetrie's avatar

@janbb – I think they were JA by then.

ratboy's avatar

Baby, baby, baby…. Sorry, that one’s sex.

Likeradar's avatar

@lloydbird Excellent. One of my favorite quotes! :)

Jude's avatar

Pretty much anything written by Shane McGowan.

PretentiousArtist's avatar

I don’t know just where I’m going
But I’m gonna try for the kingdom, if I can
‘Cause it makes me feel like I’m a man
When I put a spike into my vein
And I’ll tell ya, things aren’t quite the same
When I’m rushing on my run
And I feel just like Jesus’ son
And I guess that I just don’t know
Guess

RedMosquitoMM's avatar

I’ve been listening to a lot of Yeasayer and I feel like that’s far too trippy to be sober writing. It’s darn good though.

CMaz's avatar

“if it weren’t for illegal drugs?”

I think except for referring to the “man” now and then.

The songs would be about the same. They would still be getting high and sharing their drug endued stories with the world.

tinyfaery's avatar

Mr. Brownstone by GnR
There is a Goo Goo Dolls song that starts “baby’s black balloon makes her fly”. It’s about heroin. Someone had to explain that one to me.

The song Jimi Thing by DMB

There is sooo many.

dphhaas's avatar

chinese rocks by johnny thunders and then by the ramones.

greencarp's avatar

“Purple Haze, all in my brain”

stratman37's avatar

”‘Scuse me, while I kiss this guy!”

lfino's avatar

“A Horse With No Name” by America

The first thing I met was a fly with a buzz
And the sky with no clouds
The heat was hot and the ground was dry
But the air was full of sound
I’ve been through the desert on a horse with no name
It felt good to be out of the rain
In the desert you can remember your name
‘Cause there ain’t no one for to give you no pain

lloydbird's avatar

I think that these guys fall within that category.

Cruiser's avatar

Lake Shore Drive byAliotta Haynes Jeremiah…
[snip]
Sometimes you can smell the green if your mind is feeling fine
There ain’t no finer place to be, than running Lake Shore Drive
And there’s no peace of mind, or place you see, than riding on Lake Shore Drive
And there ain’t no road just like it
Anywhere I found
Running south on Lake Shore drive heading into town
Just slicking on by on LSD, Friday night trouble bound

eternal_serenity's avatar

Pink Floyd, the Beatles, and Tool come to mind right off, but there are countless musicians, artists, and poets who would have never gotten as far as they did without drugs. Drugs help wake up and expand the consciousness and mind (that doesn’t mean everyone should do them or that they don’t have unhealthy side effects as well, just saying….)

“Living is easy with eyes closed, misunderstanding all you see.
It’s getting hard to be someone but it all works out.
It doesn’t matter much to me.

Let me take you down, ‘cause I’m going to Strawberry Fields.
Nothing is real and nothing to get hung about.
Strawberry Fields forever.”

Oh I forgot to mention Kurt Cobain, one of the best examples :)

lillycoyote's avatar

I’ve been thinking about Savoy Brown lately, showing my age, I guess, but I’m pretty damn sure this one is about drugs…

:)

Needle And Spoon – Savoy Brown

Some of em wise men, some of em fools
But I need a little something to keep my cool
I sleep with the sun and I rise with the moon
And I feel alright with my needle and spoon
I feel alright with my needle and spoon

It’s difficult sometimes to get my stuff
So if I’m evil don’t get in a huff
I sleep with the sun and I rise with the moon
And I feel alright with my needle and spoon
I feel alright with my needle and spoon

Don’t need no women don’t need no wine
Cause life is sweet when you hit the main line
I sleep with the sun and I rise with the moon
And I feel alright with my needle and spoon
I feel alright with my needle and spoon

Only one thing that worries my mind
The stuff it kills you and it treats you unkind
If you’re married you can divorce your wife
But when you’re married to H? then you’re married for life
You’re married to H? and you’re married for life

Kelly_Obrien's avatar

@eternal_serenity Strawberry Fields is the name of a cemetery, according to some sources

And it is John’s childhood playground according to others

And another source claims it is the orphanage that was next door to John’s auntie…

This is by anonymous, “The song deals with John coming into adolescence and finding where he belongs. “living is easy with eyes closed…” says how easy things were when he was a young naive boy. “No one I think is in my tree, I mean it must be high or low” means, nobody is like me. I’m either a genius or a fool. “Nothing to get hung about” is a reference to something John said to his Aunt Mimi. When she used to get angry at John for going to Strawberry Fields, he used to retort my saying “What are they going to do? Hang me?”

Only138's avatar

Sweet Leaf and Snowblind by Black Sabbath.

Freedom_Issues's avatar

Anything by Pink Floyd or Nirvana.

Strauss's avatar

The Needle and the Damage Done by Neil Young

Don’t Bogart That Joint, by Little Feat, Country Joe and the Fish, and various other artists.

There are many other songs whose songs supposedly have lyrics related to illicit drugs, but these two, I am sure refer to them.

Kelly_Obrien's avatar

@Yetanotheruser “I am sure reefer to them.”

Sorry. Couldn’t resist. ;)

eternal_serenity's avatar

@Kelly_Obrien I know but I don’t think they could have been that creative with the song lyrics without drugs – “Strawberry Field” was a children’s home near John Lennon’s home and he used to play in the field behind it as a child – that’s what the song is about. But, the lyrics have a somewhat psychedelic overlay that reminds me of an imaginary dream world. That’s why I think drugs play a big part in the lyrics

Kelly_Obrien's avatar

@eternal_serenity Ah, indeed yes. I must agree wholeheartedly with you and add these lyrics from a beatles song:

“Picture yourself in a boat on a river,
With tangerine trees and marmalade skies.
Somebody calls you, you answer quite slowly,
A girl with kaleidoscope eyes.”

Strauss's avatar

@eternal_serenity That’s from ”L ucy in the S ky with D iamonds”. Some folks originally thought it was about the initials (LSD), but Lennon said it was inspired by his son

Tomfafa's avatar

Is there a rock & roll song NOT influenced by drugs? and is it any good?

Strauss's avatar

@Tomfafa Bob Seeger’s Old Time Rock and Roll, of course!

Kelly_Obrien's avatar

@Tomfafa Cat Stevens…“Father and Son,” “Where do the Children Play”…etc..

whiteroseman's avatar

The Butthole Surfers, Ministry and the classic Ebenezer Goode

Strauss's avatar

@jmah said,:

“Pretty much anything from Floyd.
best album to listen to whilst smokin’ some ganja – Dark Side of the Moon.

I also remember listening to it to the accompaniment of a certain lysergic type of acid. Edit (saw the concert stoned too!) But just because it sounds good on drugs, doesn’t necessarily mean drugs were an integral part of the creativity process.

LunaChick's avatar

“Hurt” by Nine Inch Nails

I hurt myself today
To see if I still feel
I focus on the pain
The only thing that’s real
The needle tears a hole
The old familiar sting
Try to kill it all away
But I remember everything…

anartist's avatar

Walkin the Dog stones
Jumped so high I touched the sky
didn’t get back til quarter to five
walkin the dog
hi ho tippytoe
my love broke a needle and she can’t sew
walkin the dog

Mellow Yellow Donovan
Electrical banana
Is gonna be a sudden craze
Electrical banana
Is bound to be the very next phase

They call it mellow yellow
(Quite rightly)
They call me mellow yellow
(Quite rightly)
They call me mellow yellow

White Rabbit Jefferson Airplane
One pill makes you larger
And one pill makes you small
And the ones that mother gives you
Don’t do anything at all
Go ask Alice
When she’s ten feet tall

And if you go chasing rabbits
And you know you’re going to fall
Tell ‘em a hookah smoking caterpillar
Has given you the call
Call Alice
When she was just small

When men on the chessboard
Get up and tell you where to go
And you’ve just had some kind of mushroom
And your mind is moving slow
Go ask Alice
I think she’ll know

When logic and proportion
Have fallen sloppy dead
And the White Knight is talking backwards
And the Red Queen’s “off with her head!”
Remember what the dormouse said;
“Keep YOUR HEAD

Puff the Magic Dragon Peter Paul and Mary

Mr Tambourine Man Bob Dylan
Take me for a trip upon your magic swirling ship.
All my senses have been stripped.
And my hands can’t feel to grip
and my toes too numb to step

RareDenver's avatar

The Stranglers – Golden Brown
Golden brown texture like sun
Lays me down with my mind she runs
Throughout the night
No need to fight
Never a frown with golden brown

Every time just like the last
On her ship tied to the mast
To distant lands
Takes both my hands
Never a frown with golden brown

Golden brown finer temptress
Through the ages she’s heading

West
From far away
Stays for a day
Never a frown with golden brown

Never a frown
With golden brown
Never a frown
With golden brown

The La’s – There She Goes
There she goes
There she goes again
Racing through my brain
And I just can’t contain
This feeling that remains

There she blows
There she blows again
Pulsing through my veins
And I just can’t contain
This feeling that remains

There she goes
(There she goes again)
There she goes again
(There she goes again)
Racing through my brain
(There she goes)
And I just can’t contain
This feeling that remains

There she goes
There she goes again
She calls my name
she pulls my train
No one else could heal my pain
And I just can’t contain
This feeling that remains

There she goes
(She calls my name)
There she goes again
(She calls my name)
Chasing down my lane
(She calls my name)
And I just can’t contain
This feeling that remains

There she goes
(There she goes again)
There she goes
(There she goes again)
There she goes

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