You know, I’ve often thought that, myself. I think a great anti-drug commercial would be just to show a few seconds worth of clips from The Osbournes and end with:
“Ozzy is a millionaire. He can afford the very best in treatment, rehab, and medical care. So just imagine what your broke ass will look like at his age.”
“Snowblind Friend” by Steppenwolf is the best anti-drug song I’ve ever heard. I don’t think anybody else has ever painted a bleaker picture of drug abuse.
He said he wanted Heaven but prayin’ was too slow
So he bought a one way ticket on an airline made of snow
Did you say you saw your good friend flyin’ low?
Flyin’ low
Dyin’ slow
We take all kinds of pills to get all kinds of thrills
But the thrill that we’ve never known
Is the thrill that will hitcha when you get your picture
On the cover of the Rolling Stone
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I’m gonna throw it out the window (someday)
Give away my cocaine
Bust my spikes and flush a million mikes of acid right down the drain
And we’ll be makin’ it natural
But don’t you ask me how
It’s the cause of all my sorrow, but I think I’ll start tomorrow
'Cos I sure could use a hit right now.
(Roll me up another one!)
Kicks, by Paul Revere and the Raiders. Written that by brilliant Brill Building team of Barry Mann and Cynthia Weil.
Girl, you thought you found your answer on that magic carpet ride last night
but when you wake up in the morning the world still gets you uptight
well there’s nothin’ that you ain’t tried
to fill the emptiness inside
when you come back down girl, still ain’t feelin’ right
don’t it seem like
kicks just keep getting harder to find
and all your kicks ain’t bringin’ you peace of mind
before you find out it’s too late
girl, you better get straight…
Ironically, this is also the source for Steppenwolf’s drug-trip ode “Magic Carpet Ride.”
Richards & Brian Wilson are proof positive that taking every illicit drug ever devised is a way for some people to live forever and a day (and in ten years I suspect you can add Whitney Houston to the list).