1978-1980 – Cocola

1978 Patti Smith Easter

Letra

Space Monkey
Autores: Ivan Kral, Jay Dee Daugherty, Leonard J Kaye y Patti Smith

Blood on the T.V., ten o'clock news.
Souls are invaded, heart in a groove.
Beatin' and beatin' so outta time.
What's the mad matter with the church chimes?
Here comes a stranger up on Ninth Avenue.
Leanin' green tower, indiscreet view.
Over the cloud, over the bridge,
Sensitive muscle, sensitive ridge of my
Space monkey. Sign of the time-time
Space monkey, so outta line-line.
Space monkey, sort of divine.
And he's mine, mine, all mine.
Pierre Clementi, snot full o' cocaine.
The sexual streets, why it's all so insane.
Humans are running, lavender room.
Hoverin' liquid, move over moon for my
Space monkey. Sign of the time-time
Space monkey, sort of divine-vine
Space monkey, so out of line and he's mine, mine, oh he's mine
A stranger comes up to him; hands him an old, rusty Polaroid.
It starts crumbling in his hands.
He says, "Oh man, I don't get the picture. This is no picture.
This is just this just-a this just-a
This is my jack-knife. This is my jack-knife.
This is my jack-knife. This is my jack." [shriek]
Rude excavation, landin' site.
Boy hesitatin', jack-knife.
He rips his leg open, so out of time.
Blood and light runnin'. It's all like a dream.
Light of my life, he's dressed in flame.
It's all so predestined. It's all such a game for my
Space monkey. Sign of the time-time.
Space monkey, sort of divine-vine.
Space monkey, so out of line and it's all just space, just space.
There he is, up in a tree.
Oh, I hear him callin' down to me.
That banana-shaped object ain't no banana.
It's a bright, yellow U.F.O.
And he's coming to get me. Here I go.
Up, up, up, up, up, up, up ,up, up
Oh, goodbye mama. I'll never do dishes again.
Here I go from my body.
Ha. Ha. Ha. Ha. Ha. Ha. Help!

1978 Peter Tosh Mystic man

Letra

Mystic Man
Autor: Peter Tosh

I'm a Mystic Man
I'm just a Mystic Man

I man don't
I don't drink no champagne
No I don't
And I man don't
I don't sniff them cocaine
Choke brain

I man don't
No I don't
Don't take a morphine
Dangerous

I man don't
I don't take no heroin
No no no

'Cause I'm a man of the past
And I'm livin' in the present
And I'm walking in the future
Stepping in the future

Man of the past
And I'm livin' the present
And I'm walking in the future

I'm just a mystic man
Got to be a mystic man

I man don't
Eat up your fried chicken
Not lickin'

I man don't
Eat up them frankfurters
Garbage

I man don't
Eat down the hamburger
Can't do that

I man don't
Drink pink, blue, yellow, green soda

Just a mystic man
Got to be a mystic man

I man don't
No I don't
Play fools' games on Saturday

And I man don't
No I don't
Congregate on a Sunday

Such a mystic man
Just a mystic man

1978 The Clash Clash city rockers

Letra

Jail Guitar Doors
Autores: Joe Strummer, Mick Jones, Paul Simonon y Topper Headon

Let me tell you 'bout Wayne and his deals of cocaine
A little more every day
Holding for a friend till the band do well
Then the D.E.A. locked him away
Clang clang, go the jail guitar doors
Bang bang, go the boots on the floor
Cry cry, for your lonely mother's son
Clang clang, go the jail guitar doors
An' I'll tell you 'bout Pete, didn't want no fame
Gave all his money away
"Well there's something wrong, it'll be good for you, son"
And so they certified him insane
And then there's Keith, waiting for trial
Twenty-five thousand bail
If he goes down you won't hear his sound
But his friends carry on anyway
Fuck 'em!
Jail guitar doors
Fifty four/forty six was my number
Jail guitar doors
Right now someone else has that number

1978 The Jam All mod cons

Letra

To Be Someone (Didn't We Have a Nice Time)
Autor: Paul John Weller

To be someone must be a wonderful thing
A famous footballer a rock singer
Or a big film star, yes I think I would like that
To be rich and have lots of fans
Have lots of girls to prove that I'm a man
And be No. 1, and liked by everyone
Getting drugged up with my trendy friends
They really dig me and I dig them
And the bread I spend, is like my fame, it's quickly diminished
And there's no more swimming in a guitar shaped pool
No more reporters at my beck and call
No more cocaine it's only ground chalk
No more taxis now we'll have to walk
But didn't we have a nice time,
Didn't we have a nice time
Oh wasn't it such a fine time
I realize I should have stuck to my guns
Instead shit out to be one of the bastard sons
And lose myself, I know it was wrong, but it's cost me a lot
And there's no more drinking after the club shuts down,
I'm out on me ass with the rest of the clowns
It's really frightening without a bodyguard
So I stay confined to my lonely room

1978 Wayne Kramer & the Pink Fairies Cocaine blues

1979 Doc And Merle Watson Live and pickin'

Letra

Let the cocaine be
Autores: Doc And Merle Watson[?]

Sniffin that cocaine all over town
Honey don't you let my deal go down
Hey hey buddy let that cocaine be
Strutin down the field walkin on main
Tryin to find a nickel to buy cocaine
Hey hey buddy let the cocaine be Tell it to me tell it to me
Drink corn liquor let that cocaine be
Hey hey buddy let that cocaine be
Tell it to me tell it to me drink corn liquor
And let that cocaine be
Hey hey let the cocaine be Well i don't what I'm gonna do
Its killing my friends its gonna kill me too
Hey hey buddy let the cocaine be
Made for horse not for men
The doc said it'll kill me but he don't know when
Hey hey let that cocaine be Chorus Now some of you rounders think you're tough
Dipping that cocaine just like snuff
Hey hey buddy let that cocaine be
It'll burn out your face
Make your nose turn red
That damn old cocaine'll kill you dead
Hey hey buddy let that cocaine be

1979 Lee Clayton Naked child

Letra

A Little Cocaine
Autor: Lee Clayton

After Two years of thinking about you
I Heard you where looking for me
And I drove day and night just to be by your side
I wanted you so Desperately
And I Found you in a sleazy apartment
Acting kind of Strange
And you said could you give me a cigarette
Or Maybe a hit off Cocaine

Well god I just wanted to hold you
To touch and eat you alive
I remember the taste, the smell of your skin
And the way, you felt inside
But you said let's meet the big John
I heard he just got off a plane
It might be nice to see him
And maybe he'll have some Cocaine

Well I said that must be some business
A late night radio show
And you know when you're trying to make it these days
It's just pared of the road
So you said let's meet at eleven
And you kissed me goodbye in the rain
And I whispered I Love you my Darling
Maybe I'll bring some Cocaine

I came back to you after midnight
And the lights, and the music were on
And I Knocked and I Knew you were dancing in there
But for me there was no one at home
I cursed and I cried this is crazy
Dammit that woman is insane
But I said to my self I've been stupid
Over something like a little Cocaine

There's a place and a time that I'll see you
We'll drink some more rose wine
But this time I'll come to you just as a Friend
Not A man, with a woman on his mind
That moment is gone forever
And a chance to heal some pain
And you blew it babe, yes you blew it babe
For a few lousy lines of Cocaine

You blew it babe, yes you blew it babe
And I wouldn't have done you the same

1979 The Clash London calling

Letra

Koka Kola
Autores: Joe Strummer, Mick Jones, Paul Simonon y Topper Headon

Elevator! Going up!
In the gleaming corridors of the 51st floor
The money can be made if you really want some more
Executive decision, a clinical precision
Jumping from the windows, filled with indecision
I get good advice from the advertising world
Treat me nice says the party girl
Koke adds life where there isn't any
So freeze, man, freeze
It's the pause that refreshes in the corridors of power
When top men need a top up long before the happy hour
Your snakeskin suit and your alligator boot
You won't need a launderette, you can take it to the vet!
I get my advice from the advertising world
Treat me nice says the party girl
Koke adds life where there isn't any
So freeze, man, freeze
Koka Kola advertising and kokaine
Strolling down the Broadway in the rain
Neon light sign says it
I read it in the paper, they're crazy!
Suit your life, maybe so
In the White House, I know
All over Berlin (they've been doin' it for years)
And in Manhattan!
Coming through the door is a snub nose forty four
What the barrel can't snort it can spatter on the floor
Your eyeballs feel like pinballs
And your tongue feels like a fish
You're leaping from the windows saying don't
Ayaiiiiirrrghhh!
Don't give me none of this!
Koke adds life, advertising world
Treat me nice says the party girl
Koke adds life where there isn't any
So freeze, man, freeze
Hit the deck!

1979 The Kinks Low budget

Letra

National Health
Autor: Ray Davies

Nervous tension, man's invention,
Is the biggest killer that's around today
Let the tension out or it will build and build inside
And strike you down some day
Nervous tension, man's invention
Is the biggest waste of human energy
Let the tension out, or it will surely kill
And that will be a tragedy

Valium helps you for a while
But somehow valium seems to bring me down
There's no pill I can recommend where side effects
Aren't guaranteed to send you round the bend

You gotta let out the tension
With a little bit of exercise
Loosen up your muscles
And feel the knots in your body untie

We oh we oh
Oh oh oh oh ah ah ah ah
Oh oh oh oh ah ah ah ah

It sure beats quaaludes
It sure beats cocaine
Even Freud recommends it
Cos it relieves the strain

Altogether now
Oh oh oh oh ah ah ah ah
Oh oh oh oh ah ah ah ah

Some people say it sends you deaf
Some people say it sends you blind
Some people say it makes you old
Some people say it blows your mind

But I say

If it's good for your health
It's good for your mind
If it keeps you together
It's really all right
We oh we oh

Oh c'mon, kick the cat

Oh oh oh oh it's the state of the national health
Oh oh oh oh Blame it on the national health

Nervous tension, nervous tension, nervous tension
Nervous tension. nervous tension, nervous tension
Nervous tension, man's invention
Is the biggest killer that's around

Oh oh oh oh ah ah ah ah
Oh oh oh oh ah ah ah an

Valium helps you for a while
But somehow valium seems to bring me down There's no pill I can recommend where side effects
Aren't guaranteed to drive you round the bend

I say I say

Oh oh oh oh it's good for your health Keeps you together, it's the state of the national health
Oh oh oh oh Blame it on the national health
Oh oh oh oh it's the state of the national health
Oh oh oh oh ah ah ah ah

1979 Wayne Kramer & the Pink Fairies Cocaine blues

1980 Elton John 21 at 33

Letra

White Lady White Powder
Autores: Bernie Taupin y Elton John

Dust settles on a thin cloud
Sends a fog drifting to a worn out crowd
I've had my face in a mirror for twenty four hours
Staring at a line of white powder
High-priced madness pays the tab
I've scraped too much of nothing from your plastic bag
I'm a catatonic son of a bitch who's had
A touch too much of white powder
And she's a habit I can't handle
For a reason I can't say
I'm in love with a wild white lady
She's as sweet as the stories say
White powder white lady
You're one and the same
Come on down to my house won't you
And hit this boy again
Shock waves to a tired brain
Sends that hungry lady to my door again
She's my shelter from the storm when I feel the rain
Entertaining white powder
I feel I'm dry docked and tongue tied
Heaven sends a stretcher for the kids to ride
I might just escape while the others might die
Riding on a high of white powder

1980 Number One Ensemble Gipsylon

1980 Sly & the Revolutionaries Black Ash Dub

1980 Sly & The Revolutionaries with Jah Thomas Cocaine

Letra

Cocaine
Autor: [?]

Co***, co***, co***, co***We can s*** it we can flip it, we can s*** it we can flip it
We can s*** it we can flip it, we can s*** it co***
We can s*** it we can flip it, we can s*** it we can flip it
We can s*** it we can flip it, we can s*** it co***We can s*** it we can flip it,
we can s*** it we can flip it
We can s*** it we can flip it, we can s*** it co***
We can s*** it we can flip it, we can s*** it we can flip it
We can s*** it we can flip it, we can s*** it co***I had *** in my mouth, razor blade in my hand
If a ** hittin' *** then you get it from the man
Understand I can do the thang, any way you want it
We can make it quarter key or a *** for the hundredWant it now, maybe wanna come through a lil' later
Got a line up my nose, size of the equator
Take a ounce of that pure, then make it into two
Bakin' soda make it stretch, on the stove it'll brewCome on through, I ain't worried 'bout no *** on a jackin'
I got killers front and back do', who ain't on no actin'
Guns clackin' triggers pull, sendin' suckers straight to Heaven
You'll get hit in the head wit' this **-47We can s*** it we can flip it, we can s*** it we can flip it
We can s*** it we can flip it, we can s*** it co***
We can s*** it we can flip it, we can s*** it we can flip it
We can s*** it we can flip it, we can s*** it co***We can s*** it we can flip it, we can s*** it we can flip it
We can s*** it we can flip it, we can s*** it co***
We can s*** it we can flip it, we can s*** it we can flip it
We can s*** it we can flip it, we can s*** it co***Residue on the table from the *** we's choppin'
Our balls big as golf balls, we's been sno'tin'
Up all night in this trap house, *** know we got clout
'Caine slangers on the blade know what I'm talkin' 'bout'Bout to bring the *** to the hood like a blizzard
Dodgin' police and this trap they movin' like a lizard
Hoovin' got a pipeline comin' out of Dallas
Got a mansion in Memphis down there, got a palaceI'm addicted to this hustle game just like the *** Tell myself I'mma quit but I can't stop it mayne Love the cars, love the clothes, diamonds in my mouth Down here dope is cheaper so we boomin' down southWe can s*** it we can flip it, we can s*** it we can flip it
We can s*** it we can flip it, we can s*** it co***
We can s*** it we can flip it, we can s*** it we can flip it
We can s*** it we can flip it, we can s*** it co***We can s*** it we can flip it, we can s*** it we can flip it
We can s*** it we can flip it, we can s*** it co***
We can s*** it we can flip it, we can s*** it we can flip it
We can s*** it we can flip it, we can s*** it co***Co***, co***, co***, co*** Co***, co***, co***

1980 Steely Dan Gaucho Glamour Profession

Letra

Glamour Profession
Autores: Walter Becker y Donald Fagen

6:05, outside the stadium
Special delivery for Hoops McCann
Brut and charisma
Poured from the shadow where he stood
Looking good
He's a crowd pleasing man

One on one
He's schoolyard Superman
Crashing the backboard
He's Jungle Jim, again
When it's all over, we'll make some calls from my car
We're a star
It's a glamour profession
The L.A. concession
Local boys will spend a quarter
Just to shine the silver bowl
Living hard will take its toll

Illegal fun
Under the sun, boy

All aboard
The Carib Cannibal
Off to Barbados
Just for the ride
Jack with his radar
Stalking the dread moray eel
At the wheel
With his Eurasian bride

On the town
We dress for action
Celluloid bikers
Is Friday's theme
I drove the Chrysler
Watched from the darkness while they danced
I'm the one
It's a glamour profession
The L.A. concession
Local boys will spend a quarter
Just to shine the silver bowl
Living hard will take its toll

Illegal fun
Under the sun

Hollywood
I know your middle name
Who inspires your fabled fools
That's my claim to fame

Jive Miguel
He's in from Bogota