Journal - What song(s) define your methamphetamine addiction?

Discussion in 'Amphetamines addiction' started by Drfeelgood2012, Aug 16, 2013.

  1. EricB_au

    EricB_au Newbie

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    Sep 1, 2018
    43 y/o from Australia
    Sigue Sigue Sputnik - Love Missile F1-11
  2. Khrysus

    Khrysus Silver Member

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    from U.S.A.
    Sem-Charmed Life - Third Eye Blind.
    Also, the Four Year Strong cover of the same is pretty epic. Most people don't realize that song is about meth to begin with. Third Eye Blind are sick in the head, I love it. You never would have thought that considering their popularity and how their music came preloaded on Windows back in the day, but I listened to some other stuff and they're pretty dark and brutal, drug, sex, murder, rape, it's a trip.
  3. HammerOfDawn

    HammerOfDawn Silver Member

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    31 y/o from Alabama
    Casey Donahew Band - High
    I would put that song on and tweak for days.
  4. BlueRider

    BlueRider Silver Member

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    50 y/o from Ohio, United States
    I feel like "Lightning" by Philip Glass and Suzanne Vega captures the IV rush. Just for example

    "Now I feel it in my blood
    All hot and sharp and white
    With a whipcrack and a thunder
    And a flash of flooding light"

    All set to manic repeating hard-driving Philip Glass. I love it . It concludes:

    "But there’ll be a thick and smoky
    Silence in the air
    When the fire finally dies
    And I’m wondering who’ll be left there

    In the ashes of time
    Burned away
    Burned away"
  5. Romana Jurjevic

    Romana Jurjevic Silver Member

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    23 y/o from London

    If this world is wearing thin
    And you're thinking of escape
    I'll go anywhere with you
    Just wrap me up in chains
    But if you try to go alone
    Don't think I'll understand

    Stay with me, stay with me

    In the silence of your room
    In the darkness of your dreams
    You must only think of me
    There can be no in between
    When your pride is on the floor
    I'll make you beg for more

    Stay with me, stay with me

    You'd better hope and pray
    That you'll wake one day
    In your own world

    Cause when you sleep at night
    They don't hear you cries in your own world

    Stay with me, stay with me
    Stay with me, stay with me

    Stay by Shakeaspare sister
    in my mind it deeply describes my personal love and hate relationship with misbehaving misstress meth and addiction in general.
    Loving feeling that it gives me when we are together.. but still finding it hard to have a non destructive relationship hence why I had to run away for a while...
    to clear the fog of toxic love prioritizing to find the way to keep both motivated and who-gives-a-fuck parts of me happy. :D
  6. the wonderful future

    the wonderful future Silver Member

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    27 y/o from Canada

    Darkness holds
    Begging me to lose control
    We wrestle it back and forth 'til urban silence
    Cuts through night
    With a scalpel for the light
    That bleeds through the margins
    And leaves me semi-conscious

    I haven't found the rhythm yet
    To anchor down my life
    I didn't know I needed one
    To hold me through the night

    Ain't it great
    Smashing through the interstate
    Where we guess the futures of
    Our concurrent strangers?
    They're on their way to the doctor or to raise
    Grandkids of young twenty-somethings
    And teenagers

    I'm worried of abandoning
    The joys that framed my life
    But all this useless energy
    Won't hold me through the night

    Oh please
    You're not fooling anyone
    When you say you tried your best
    'Cause you can't be your best anything
    When you can't get any rest
  7. Elliza

    Elliza Silver Member Donating Member

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    Oct 28, 2018
    from United States

    "X-Amount Of Words"
    Prevent trigger intent
    Now drown
    High strung
    Say X amount of words

    You're solar, bipolar
    Panic disorder
    Seems harder and harder and harder
    Still you try to control it

    You mold, you mold
    Yeah you shape to mold
    Oh you're bold you're bold
    But your shape is bold

    You're a symptom superficial
    To what they call knowing you
    Minus the speed,
    Could you imagine the phobia?

    Your brain is faulty wiring
    the reason for tiring
    Keep treating the curse,
    Imagine the worst
    Systematic, sympathetic
    Quite pathetic, apologetic, paramedic
    Your heart is prosthetic

    A plate of quite peculiar
    On a dish of my own
    A tablespoon of feather
    tickle me to the bone
    Give me recipes for happy
    with the chemicals gone
    Drinking freedom from a bottle
    to the tune of belong

    I'm sick of shaking
    never waking
    from the hell I achieve
    I never knew you till you left me
    with the crying disease

    Another curing, reassuring
    way to buckle the knees
    So mistreated, I repeated
    Never blessing your sneeze

    Now deleted and defeated
    I will stand on my own
    Yeah your memory that punches me
    has broken the bone

    Give me recipes for sorry
    I'm admitting I'm wrong
    Still your memory that punches me
    has broken the bone
  8. StiiingsTheNostril92

    StiiingsTheNostril92 Newbie

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    Oct 3, 2013
    from U.S.A.
    Doing Time - Avenged Sevenfold
    Methamphetamine - Old Crow Medicine Show
    Brain Stew - Greenday
    Speed Kills - Bush
    Methamphetamine Blues - Mark Lanagen
    Fine Again - Seether
    Captain Jack - Billy Joel
    Trashed and Scattered - Avenged Sevenfold
    Psycho - Breaking Benjamin
    Rock Bottom - Eminem
    Would? - Alice in Chains
    Away From The Sun - 3 Doors Down
    Brain Damage - Pink Floyd
    No Quarter - Led Zeppelin
  9. sneakyone

    sneakyone Newbie

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    from Australia
    White lips, pale face
    Breathing in snowflakes
    Burnt lungs, sour taste
    Light's gone, day's end
    Struggling to pay rent
    Long nights, strange men
    And they say
    She's in the Class A Team
    She's stuck in her daydream
    Been this way since eighteen
    But lately her face seems
    Slowly sinking, wasting
    Crumbling like pastries
    And they scream
    The worst things in life come free to us
    'Cause she's just under the upper-hand
    And goes mad for a couple of grams
    And she don't want to go outside tonight
    'Cause in a pipe she flies to the Motherland
    And sells love to another man
    It's too cold outside
    For angels to fly
  10. Romana Jurjevic

    Romana Jurjevic Silver Member

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    23 y/o from London

    ''I want a little sugar in my bowl
    I want a little sweetness down in my soul
    I could stand some lovin', oh so bad
    Feel so funny, I feel so sad''

    This song so deeply, sweetly, truly describes my day today..
    Hope you're all well :)
  11. thejennyral

    thejennyral Newbie

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    Dec 10, 2017
    23 y/o from United States
    Since I heard Lost Dog Street Band, they've been my heart and soul. They're a couple and the man has a past with addiction (meth and alcohol, mentioned a bit in their music) The second song is a side project the man did - some songs are too dark for his partner to play.

    The Way I Am - Lost Dog
    - I was a dirty kid on a corner, drinkin’ a box of wine, I was young and dumb, and getting spun, lord for the hundredth time -

    Using again - Benjamin Tod
    [Verse 1]
    I'm living low down and I'm using again
    Hatin my name cause I'm cursed like my kin
    And if I should see you before I'm condemned
    I hope you're decieved by the webs that I spin
    I wish I was who I appeared
    Cause I despise the man in the mirror
    [Verse 2]
    Lost deep inside of my dirty old soul
    Some starry eyed boy never taught self control
    The cost of my living was more than I planned
    So I held the needle like a gun in my hand
    I wish I was who I appeared
    Cause I despise the man in the mirror
    [Verse 3]
    Memories I've got torture my head
    And I don't know god but I heard he was dead
    And if I am wrong and in judgement I stand
    I will not repent cause I don't give a damn
    You can send me to hell with the rest of my friends
    And I wish I was who I appear
    Cause I despise the man in the mirror
    I'm living low down and I am using again
  12. Colliemom3

    Colliemom3 Titanium Member

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    Nov 22, 2017
    64 y/o from Illinois, United States
    I may be out of line putting my pick in, as I have not ever had a drug addiction. I did every drug I could lay my little hands on back in the day, with the exception of heroin, but never got caught up. Lucky I guess. Alcohol almost got me though, if I am being honest. Swore off of it 8-9 years ago, because with it I was the all-or-nothing drinker.

    However I was married for 10 years, back in mid 70s to I think 1986-ish, to a man who devolved from a recreational drug user, to a needle user, mostly speed, sometimes coke, and he LOVED heroin too. Seriously if it was an addictive, powerful drug, he’d shoot it regardless of what it was. He garnished that activity with popping a beer for breakfast, killing about a 12 during the day, and garnishing it with a few (ha) Jack & Cokes or 7&7s.

    He whaled on me like it was his job for roughly 7-8 of those years of use. Pulled clumps of my waist length hair out dragging me, held me against the wall, strangling me till *just* before I went out, broke my ribs one or three at a time, at least 10 times (nothing fucking hurts like broken ribs), blacked both my eyes and gave me hematomas all over my forehead and head in ONE incident. Not sure why I am not dead of closed head injury - he slammed my head into walls and floors in sets of 5-10 times when he was raging. Body was always covered in huge bruises, from almost inky black, through the spectrum as they healed, to purple, burgundy, blue, green then yellow at the end. I never wore sleeveless shirts or a swimsuit. The climax was having to get the bridge of my nose, from eye to eye, and my right eyebrow, all stitched back together. It basically ended there although not that night.

    Anyway this long drawn-out set-up is to give context to the song that defined my run with an addict. It is simplistic, but true. AC/DC Highway to Hell. My dumbass husband never made the connection to why I listened to it so much.