“Life After Death” – The Notorious B.I.G.

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Oh, Christopher Wallace, how I adore thee. Y’all were selling dope as a kid, and you moved up to millionaire status with your music. You kept a realistic self-image and stayed honest. You left us too soon, bud.

 

This is good business/life advice, dealer or not.

Number 3, never trust no-bo-dy
Your moms’ll set that ass up, properly gassed up
Hoodied and masked up, shit, for that fast buck
She be laying in the bushes to light that ass up

Number 6, that goddamn credit? Dead it
You think a crackhead paying you back, shit forget it!

Niggas bleed just like us
Picture me bein’ scared of a nigga that breathe the same air as me
Niggas bleed just like us
Picture me bein’ shook
We can both pull burners, make the muthafuckin’ beef cook
Niggas bleed just like us
Picture a nigga hidin’
My life in that man hands, while he jus’ decidin’
Niggas bleed just like us
I’d rather go toe to toe with all of y’all
Runnin’ ain’t in my protocol

Err…actually, my entire in real life protocol is based around runnin’…But I can dream, can’t I?

“Another Drunk Tellin’ Lies and Stories” – Ziggy Pockets

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Ziggy Pockets is a low-key, bluesy country artist from West Virginia with songs referring to drugs, love, and sadness.

I woke up in the dumpster with cats all over me,

I was walking that old mad dog.

I can’t see twenty/twenty,

but I can see that old mad dog…

(You know of Mad Dog 20/20, right? Cheap wine…)

 

God bless West Virginia,

and all the hillbillies hooked on pills.

There’s a new generation,

running wild through the hollers and the hills.

Most folks done gone crazy,

and they’re cooking methamphetamines,

that they started cooking for their habits,

now its money for the rent and things…

Well, it’s almost heaven, but it’s West Virginia,

Lord, but the devil, the devil’s done moved on in…

Hell’s done broke loose all through the mountains

and they ain’t ever coming back again.

 

“We Came to Take Your Jobs Away” – Kultur Shock

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Kultur Shock hails from Seattle and mixes punk rock with traditional gypsy music. This album, “We’ve Come to Take Your Jobs Away”, is one of their best. Two standout tracks are “Istanbul” and “Hashishi”.

Open that gate, ’cause I swear to Allah,
I shall break the studs and the bloody hinges,
So what if my faith is infidel to yours,
Just put me out of misery, Emina,
hate me not, I beseech you, ’cause for weeks I’m high,
Drinking with old bums, destroying my life,
‘Till the early hours sitting in the bar,
Listening to the life of hamdu lillah saz.

“The Idiot” – Iggy Pop

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In honor of Father’s Day, here’s an album my father and I both love.

Iggy Pop transitioned from The Stooges a solo career. Then, he and David Bowie, spent time in Berlin, and this album is a product of that era. Because of this, the production gives strong evidence of Bowie’s work.

My little China Girl,
You shouldn’t mess with me.
I’ll ruin everything you are.
I’ll give you television.
I’ll give you eyes of blue.
I’ll give you men who want to rule the world.

David Bowie produced this song, but Iggy recorded it originally, then David repurposed the song for his own devices. I love how this song intersects drugs & love, ’cause that was a large part of my life.

Listen to me, Sister Midnight;
You put a beggar in my heart.
Calling Sister Midnight-
You’ve got me walking in rags.
Hey, where are you, Sister Midnight?
Can you hear me call?
Can you hear me well?
Can you hear me at all…?

“Down II” – Down

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Down is one hell of a supergroup – if you want good metal, check out the other bands featuring these musicians. Here’s two songs from “Down II”.

I never thought before, a life could be so strange, but it is
And I guess my one a day, became ten or twelve or more, and more
But I’ve got a gift, it’s something called my friends or love
With them and I combined, I’ll beat an early end, it’s been done before
No time of passing away, of losing just one more day
I’m trying to kill what’s happening to me
A ghost along the Mississippi

The 1800s, before the inception
Of modern day ideals
Fake grip of appeals
Straight to the street run, no barroom virgin
Double vision, cocaine
To a whorehouse of pain!

New Orleans is a dying whore
Naked she sleeps on my floor
New Orleans is a dying whore

courtney love and yoko ono

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And they paid, I cry and cry for you
Ghosts that haunt you with their sorrow
I cried ’cause you were doomed
Praying to the wound that swallows all that’s cold and cruel
Can you see the trees, charity and gratitude?
They run to the pines
It’s black in here, blot out the sun and run to the pines
Our misery runs wild and free
And I knew the fire and the ashes of his grace

 

Now the boat is slowly leaving, leaving the life I loved
I see you standing at the pier, trying to hide your fear
Thank you for the memories, thank you for the laughs
I’m going away, this time,
Remember no tears