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Some Adult Shel Silverstein Poems - He was a stoner.
#2927311 - 07/25/04 09:54 PM (19 years, 8 months ago) |
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Shel Silverstein is more known as an childrens writer. Light in the attic and other crazy poem books i can't remeber at the moment. I would have never known he wrote this kind of stuff check this one out - The Perfect High by Shel Silverstein There once was a boy named Gimmesome Roy. He was nothing like me or you. 'Cause laying back and getting high was all he cared to do. As a kid, he sat in the cellar, sniffing airplane glue. And then he smoked bananas -- which was then the thing to do. He tried aspirin in Coca-Cola, breathed helium on the sly, And his life was just one endless search to find that perfect high. But grass just made him want to lay back and eat chocolate-chip pizza all night, And the great things he wrote while he was stoned looked like shit in the morning light. And speed just made him rap all day, reds just laid him back, And Cocaine Rose was sweet to his nose, but the price nearly broke his back. He tried PCP and THC, but they didn't quite do the trick, And poppers nearly blew his heart and mushrooms made him sick. Acid made him see the light, but he couldn't remember it long. And hashish was just a little too weak, and smack was a lot too strong, And Quaaludes made him stumble, and booze just made him cry, Till he heard of a cat named Baba Fats who knew of the perfect high. Now, Baba Fats was a hermit cat who lived up in Nepal, High on a craggy mountaintop, up a sheer and icy wall. "But hell," says Roy, "I'm a healthy boy, and I'll crawl or climb or fly, But I'll find that guru who'll give me the clue as to what's the perfect high." So out and off goes Gimmesome Roy to the land that knows no time, Up a trail no man could conquer to a cliff no man could climb. For fourteen years he tries that cliff, then back down again he slides Then sits -- and cries -- and climbs again, pursuing the perfect high. He's grinding his teeth, he's coughing blood, he's aching and shaking and weak, As starving and sore and bleeding and tore, he reaches the mountain peak. And his eyes blink red like a snow-blind wolf, and he snarls the snarl of a rat, As there in perfect repose and wearing no clothes -- sits the godlike Baba Fats. "What's happening, Fats?" says Roy with joy, "I've come to state my biz. I hear you're hip to the perfect trip. Please tell me what it is. For you can see," says Roy to he, "that I'm about to die, So for my last ride, Fats, how can I achieve the perfect high?" "Well, dog my cats!" says Baba Fats. "here's one more burnt-out soul, Who's looking for some alchemist to turn his trip to gold. But you won't find it in no dealer's stash, or on no druggist's shelf. Son, if you would seek the perfect high -- find it in yourself." "Why, you jive motherfucker!" screamed Gimmesome Roy, "I've climbed through rain and sleet, I've lost three fingers off my hands and four toes off my feet! I've braved the lair of the polar bear and tasted the maggot's kiss. Now, you tell me the high is in myself. What kind of shit is this? My ears 'fore they froze off," says Roy, "had heard all kind of crap, But I didn't climb for fourteen years to listen to that sophomore rap. And I didn't crawl up here to hear that the high is on the natch, So you tell me where the real stuff is or I'll kill your guru ass!" "Ok, OK," says Baba Fats, "you're forcing it out of me. There is a land beyond the sun that's known as Zaboli. A wretched land of stone and sand where snakes and buzzards scream, And in this devil's garden blooms the mystic Tzu-Tzu tree. And every ten years it blooms one flower as white as the Key West sky, And he who eats of the Tzu-Tzu flower will know the perfect high. For the rush comes on like a tidal wave and it hits like the blazing sun. And the high, it lasts a lifetime and the down don't ever come. But the Zaboli land is ruled by a giant who stands twelve cubits high. With eyes of red in his hundred heads, he waits for the passers-by. And you must slay the red-eyed giant, and swim the River of Slime, Where the mucous beasts, they wait to feast on those who journey by. And if you survive the giant and the beasts and swim that slimy sea, There's a blood-drinking witch who sharpens her teeth as she guards that Tzu-Tzu tree." "To hell with your witches and giants," laughs Roy. "To hell with the beasts of the sea. As long as the Tzu-Tzu flower blooms, some hope still blooms for me." And with tears of joy in his snow-blind eye, Roy hands the guru a five, Then back down the icy mountain he crawls, pursuing that perfect high. "Well, that is that," says Baba Fats, sitting back down on his stone, Facing another thousand years of talking to God alone. "It seems, Lord", says Fats, "it's always the same, old men or bright-eyed youth, It's always easier to sell them some shit than it is to give them the truth.
-------------------- Real botanists laugh at HPS systems, we do however use high pressure sodium in the parking lot. - artthug
Edited by felix (08/09/04 04:52 PM)
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Re: Some Adult Shel Silverstein Poems - He was a stoner. [Re: felix]
#2927315 - 07/25/04 09:56 PM (19 years, 8 months ago) |
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I Got Stoned And I Missed It
by Shel Silverstein
I was sitting in my basement. I just rolled myself a taste Of something green and gold and glorious To get me through the day. Then my friend yelled through the transom "Grab your coat and get your hat son, There's a nut down on the corner, Givin' dollar bills away"
But I laid around a bit Then I had another hit. Then I rolled myself a bauma. Then I thought about my mama. Then I fooled around, played around jacked around a while and then
I got stoned and I missed it. I got stoned and I missed it. I got stoned and it rolled right by. I got stoned and I missed it. I got stoned and I missed it. I got stoned... oh me... oh my.
It took seven months of urgin' Just to get that local virgin With the sweet face Up to my place To fool around a bit. Next day she woke up rosy, And she snuggled up so cozy. When she asked me how I liked it, Lord it hurts me to admit,
I got stoned and I missed it. I got stoned and I missed it. I got stoned and it rolled right by. I got stoned and I missed it. I got stoned and I missed it. I got stoned... oh me... oh my.
I'm makin' no excuses For the many things I uses Just to sweeten up my relationships And brighten up my day. When my earthly race is over And I'm ready for the clover And they ask me how my life has been I guess I'll have to say,
I got stoned and I missed it. I got stoned and I missed it. I got stoned and it rolled right by. I got stoned and I missed it. I got stoned and I missed it. I got stoned... oh me... oh my.
-------------------- Real botanists laugh at HPS systems, we do however use high pressure sodium in the parking lot. - artthug
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Re: Some Adult Shel Silverstein Poems - He was a stoner. [Re: felix]
#2927317 - 07/25/04 09:57 PM (19 years, 8 months ago) |
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The Greatest Smokeoff
by Shel Silverstein
In the laid back California town of sunny San Rafael Lived a girl named Pearly Sweetcake, you prob'ly knew her well. She'd been stoned fifteen of her eighteen years and the story was widely told That she could smoke 'em faster than anyone could roll. Her legend finally reached New York, that Grove Street walk-up flat Where dwelt The Calistoga Kid, a beatnik from the past With long browned lightnin' fingers he takes a cultured toke And says, ?Hell, I can roll ?em faster, Jim, than any chick can smoke!?
So a note gets sent to San Rafael, ?For the Championship of the World The Kid demands a smoke off!? "Well, bring him on!" says Pearl, "I'll grind his fingers off his hands, he'll roll until he drops!" Says Calistog, "I'll smoke that twist till she blows up and pops!? So they rent out Yankee Stadium and the word is quickly spread "Come one, come all, who walk or crawl, price ? just two lids a head And from every town and hamlet, over land and sea they speed The world's greatest dopers, with the Worlds greatest weed Hashishers from Morocco, hemp smokers from Peru And the Shamnicks from Bagun who puff the deadly Pugaroo And those who call it Light of Life and those that call it boo.
See the dealers and their ladies wearing turquoise, lace, and leather See the narcos and the closet smokers puffin' all together From the teenies who smoke legal to the ones who've done some time To the old man who smoked ?reefer? back before it was a crime And the grand old house that Ruth built is filled with the smoke and cries Of fifty thousand screaming heads all stoned out of their minds. And they play the national anthem and the crowd lets out a roar As the spotlight hits The Kid and Pearl, ready for their smokin' war At a table piled up high with grass, as high as a mountain peak Just tops and buds of the rarest flowers, not one stem, branch or seed.
Maui Wowie, Panama Red and Acapulco Gold. Kif from East Afghanistan and rare Alaskan Cold. Sticks from Thailand, Ganja from the Islands, and Bangkok's Bloomin' Best. And some of that wet imported shit that capsized off Key West. Oaxacan tops and Kenya Bhang and Riviera Fleurs. And that rare Manhatten Silver that grows down in the New York sewers. And there's bubblin' ice cold lemonade and sweet grapes by the bunches. And there's Hershey's bars, and Oreos, ?case anybody gets the munchies. And the Calistoga Kid, he sneers, and Pearly, she just grins. And the drums roll low and the crowd yells ?GO!? and the world's first Smoke Off begins.
Kid flicks his magic fingers once and ZAP! that first joint's rolled. Pearl takes one drag with her mighty lungs and WOOSH! that roach is cold. Then The Kid he rolls his Super Bomb that'd paralyze a moose. And Pearley takes one super hit and SLURP! that bomb' defused. Then he rolls three in just ten seconds and she smokes 'em up in nine, And everybody sits back and says, "This just might take some time." See the blur of flyin' fingers, see the red coal burnin' bright As the night turns into mornin' and the mornin' fades to night And the autumn turns to summer and a whole damn year is gone But the two still sit on that roach-filled stage, smokin' and rollin' on With tremblin' hands he rolls his jays with fingers blue and stiff She coughs and stares with bloodshot gaze, and puffs through blistered lips. And as she reaches out her hand for another stick of gold The Kid he gasps, "Goddamn it, bitch, there's nothin' left to roll!" "Nothin' left to roll?", screams Pearl, "Is this some twisted joke?? ?I didn't come here to fuck around, man, I come here to SMOKE!" And she reaches 'cross the table And grabs his bony sleeves And she crumbles his body between her hands like dried and brittle leaves Flickin' out his teeth and bones like useless stems and seeds And then she rolls him in a Zig Zag and lights him like a roach. And the fastest man with the fastest hands goes up in a puff of smoke.
In the laid-back California town of sunny San Rafael Lives a girl named Pearly Sweetcake, you prob'ly know her well. She's been stoned twenty-one of her twenty-four years, and the story's widely told. How she still can smoke them faster than anyone can roll While off in New York City on a street that has no name. There's the hands of the Calistoga Kid in the Viper Hall of Fame And underneath his fingers there's a little golden scroll That says, Beware of Bein' the Roller When There's Nothin' Left to Roll
-------------------- Real botanists laugh at HPS systems, we do however use high pressure sodium in the parking lot. - artthug
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Re: Some Adult Shel Silverstein Poems - He was a stoner. [Re: felix]
#2927870 - 07/26/04 03:11 AM (19 years, 8 months ago) |
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I really like the first one.
Thanks for posting these! 5 shrooms to you
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Re: Some Adult Shel Silverstein Poems - He was a stoner. [Re: felix]
#2927882 - 07/26/04 03:20 AM (19 years, 8 months ago) |
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Where The Sidewalk Ends was the title of one of his poetry books for kids. I loved Shel Silverstein as a child...my favorite was the story about the king who ate nothing but peanut butter sandwiches.
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Re: Some Adult Shel Silverstein Poems - He was a stoner. [Re: felix]
#2928245 - 07/26/04 10:17 AM (19 years, 8 months ago) |
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cool poems. he also used to work for playboy. some funny ass cartoons.
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Re: Some Adult Shel Silverstein Poems - He was a stoner. [Re: adrug]
#2928413 - 07/26/04 11:27 AM (19 years, 8 months ago) |
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adrug said: Where The Sidewalk Ends was the title of one of his poetry books for kids.
Indeed! "A light in the Attic" was also very good, if I recall correctly. It's been uh.. 14-15 years since I read them.. heh. And I know this sounds funny, but going on Amazon.com and looking at the cover art for Where The Sidewalk Ends totally trips me out. (And I'm not on a psychedelic, unless you count pot. Which I don't. :P ) Edit: Holy crap, not to mention the drawing on the "Acrobats" poem page.. (you can see the first few in Amazon's little "look inside" feature) these drawings are like.. mental images long since forgotten that are now being restirred and brought to the surface good as new. Gotta love that whole "nostalgia" thing.. heh.. I'm easily entertained. *wanders off*
Edited by JacquesCousteau (07/26/04 11:32 AM)
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Re: Some Adult Shel Silverstein Poems - He was a stoner. [Re: felix]
#2928768 - 07/26/04 01:36 PM (19 years, 8 months ago) |
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Very cool. I never knew. Now all kinds of childhood memories are flooding back. Thanks for the posts.
That first one's definitely my favorite. Good stuff.
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Re: Some Adult Shel Silverstein Poems - He was a stoner. [Re: felix]
#2928774 - 07/26/04 01:38 PM (19 years, 8 months ago) |
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He actually made an album of all this stuff
Our school library had the record, so when me and my buddies first started smoking, yea, good times :P
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Re: Some Adult Shel Silverstein Poems - He was a stoner. [Re: JacquesCousteau]
#2980352 - 08/09/04 02:21 AM (19 years, 7 months ago) |
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lol this guy was cool.
his work certainly brings up some childhood nostalgia type of feeling. i don't get that feeling very often, it's kind of odd.
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Re: Some Adult Shel Silverstein Poems - He was a stoner. [Re: felix]
#2981341 - 08/09/04 11:32 AM (19 years, 7 months ago) |
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You need to listen to more Boards of Canada...
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Re: Some Adult Shel Silverstein Poems - He was a stoner. [Re: felix]
#2981530 - 08/09/04 12:22 PM (19 years, 7 months ago) |
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I love Shel Silverstein's works. Thanks for posting these!
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Re: Some Adult Shel Silverstein Poems - He was a stoner. [Re: felix]
#2981645 - 08/09/04 12:54 PM (19 years, 7 months ago) |
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haha. who woulda known. see? pot does make good literature.
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Re: Some Adult Shel Silverstein Poems - He was a stoner. [Re: felix]
#2981663 - 08/09/04 12:58 PM (19 years, 7 months ago) |
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Get My Rocks Off
by Shel Silverstien
Some men need that killer weed Some men need cocaine Some men drink that cactus juice To purify their brain Some men need two women And some need alchohol Everyone's gotta have something But Lord, I need it all.
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Re: Some Adult Shel Silverstein Poems - He was a stoner. [Re: felix]
#2982032 - 08/09/04 02:25 PM (19 years, 7 months ago) |
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Where is the end of "The Perfect High"?
Cool stuff!! Thanks...
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