#drugland

[bunamine]

🌈 Wat Happenz If U Eat teh Kandi?? 🍬

[pleckthaniel]

Sometimes I think about posting more about my Sims games on here, but idk if tumblr is the right audience for that? everything i see about the sims on this website feels very /srs and kdrama-core, while my play style is more akin to like. something between riverdale and juno birch

[jimflanigan]

Friday Songapalooza

After having a dreadful time finding favorite songs with Wednesday and Thursday in the titles, I am relieved to be at Friday with a plethora of songs from which to choose. Why are there so many songs about Friday? Well, it’s the start of the weekend and time to party, so people want to sing about it. I may be humming a tune myself as I clip my fingernails later on a Friday night. Now that’s a…

[dudja]

THATS INSANE!!!! #drugland https://www.instagram.com/p/CHKIn5ZH0ZW/?igshid=13olqcpjqe8wi

[alice-im-drogenland-blog]

[bioshock-alice]

Her name is Alice (Alice)

She crawls into the window

Shaped in shadows

Alice (Alice)

And even though she is dreaming, she knows..

Alice in drug land

[half-evil-half-goddes]

[kmp78]

So is SL as big a jerk as his brother? I see he had a name (though spelled wrong ) for a girlfriend didnt that make her mad? Or is he that crude.

I think SL's problem is more than he is just an uneducated simpleton.

He doesn't strike me as being the kind of megalomaniac douchebag his younger brother is, but more just a dumbass hillbilly who got lucky in life.

And his adventures in drink-and-drugland cannot have helped! 👀

[jeristheenigma]

I don’t wanna dox myself too hard, but I live in one of those white spots

No deaths here yet! But we are literally surrounded by hundreds of cases and flanked by the worst counties... the one I moved out of 2 years ago has fucking 52% of the entire state’s cases DX

I, uh, am gaining a track record of moving away just a couple years before disaster. The place I moved from before Plague Central? Toasty Paradise, CA. :T Before that? Right in the middle of the (then) worst wildfire since the 80′s. 

Place before that is generally fine, but the actual house? Nobody knows, because someone bought the whole “neighborhood“ (bunch of houses tucked in the hills on 10acre plots) and gated it off. You literally have to have a keycard to get within a mile of it, sooo no driving by the ol’ childhood home for me! (Given the area, it’s probably a cult or drugland lol. No rich folk would move there by choice lmao) 

Yeeep, it’s definitely drugs or something else illicit. I remembered google maps satellite exists and there’s 2 McMansions now, surrounded by the tiny old homes and a fuckton of trailers. Not a trailer park, just literally ever property has 2-5 near the houses. WTAF.

[melvinomusic]

Hounds

Unleashed

Number of LPs: 1

Label: Columbia

Release Year on Jacket: 1978

Songs I Liked:

A1 – Drugland Weekend

A2 – When The Boppers Turn to Rockers

A3 – Bite The Dog

B1 – Bad Blood Between Us

B3 – Love Me, Shove Me

Songs I Didn’t Like:

Overall Rating: B+

Would You Recommend:

This was something I picked up at a fleamarket for a $1. I wasn’t sure what to expect, but judging by the cover I thought either early metal or punk. This is not quite either but strangely kind of both mixed with 70s glam, and a heavy dose of Rock N Roll. At times it sounds like a super high on speed Bowie (or NY Dolls) and then a piano drops old timey bars bringing it in a completely different direction that works though. From what I read about them, they were a big midwestern rock act in the 80s that faded away. I really enjoyed this because it was unexpected. I recommend this if you want a good rock album that pushes the boundaries of its genre. This is a great listen.

Don't take my word for it listen for yourself and tell me what you think.

Spotify Link to Album:

No spotify but there is a youtube clip

https://youtu.be/V8-O5pwRf_4

[euphoria-life]

[druglander]

MDMA , purity in reality. Always stay high. We are still taking orders.

Wickr @ druglander

[garbuge]

alice in drugland follow me

[auskultu]

Rock 'n' Roll: Open Up, Tune In, Turn On

uncredited writer, Time, 16 June 1967

The snarl of an engine splits the stillness. Out of the half-light, the projected silhouette of a Piper Cub glides ghostlike across a side wall. Suddenly, sound track and silhouette become a screaming, whooshing jet that dives at the stage and disintegrates with a shattering roar in the midst of six musicians. The drummer roars back with a thumping beat. The guitarists twang away lustily. And, momentum building, voices wailing and all systems gogo, the Jefferson Airplane blasts off.

The launching pad is San Francisco's Fillmore Auditorium, where for the past year and a half the combo with the singular name has fashioned a freewheeling style of music that has made it the hottest new rock group in the country. The Airplane is the anointed purveyor of the San Francisco Sound, a heady mixture of blues, folk and jazz that began as the private expression of the hippie underground and only recently bubbled to the surface. Now, in such cavernous San Francisco halls as the Fillmore and the Avalon Ballroom, as well as in rollerskating rinks, movie theaters, veterans' halls, park bandstands, college gyms and roped-off streets from Pacific Heights to Butchertown, about 300 bands are inviting the faithful to "blow your mind" with the new sound. Hairy hippies all, they go by such fanciful names as the Moby Grape, the Grateful Dead, the Allnight Apothecary, the Quicksilver Messenger Service, Big Brother and the Holding Company, Country Joe and the Fish, the Loading Zone, and the Yellow Brick Road.

Frock Coats & Turbans. In its permutations, the San Francisco Sound encompasses everything from bluegrass to Indian ragas, from Bach to jug-band music—often within the framework of a single song. It is a raw, raucous, rough-hewn sound that has the spark and spontaneity of a free-for-all jam session. Most of the groups write their own songs and, unlike most rock 'n' rollers, improvise freely, building climax upon climax in songs that run on for 20 minutes or more. It is a compelling entreaty to open up, tune in and turn on. Says one regular Fillmore irregular: "Fight it, stay aloof and critical, and you'll suffer one of the most painful headaches imaginable."

The sound is also a scene. With its roots in the LSDisneyland of the Haight Ashbury district, the music is a reflection of the defiant new bohemians, their art nouveau and madly mod fashions. Performances at the Fillmore attempt to induce psychedelic experiences without drugs. The hippies and teenyboppers, wearing everything from Arab caftans and top hats to frock coats and turbans, huddle over sticks of burning incense, casually daub the floors and each other with fluorescent paint.

Free Love, Free Sex. As the pile-driving beat thunders out of six speakers with deafening insistence, blinding strobe lights flash in rhythm with the music; the walls swim with projections of amoeba-like patterns slithering through puddles of quivering color. Just as in other psychedelic-lit joints, such as Andy Warhol's Gymnasium in Manhattan, the aim is to immerse everybody in sound and sight. When the spell takes hold, young mothers with sleeping infants in their arms waltz dreamily around the floor; other dancers drift into a private reverie, devising new ways to contort their bodies. Some of the crowd sit in a yoga-like trance or, if that fails to satisfy, roll on the floor.

Says Airplane Paul Kantner: "There's a significantly greater communication between the music itself, the people who make it, and the people who listen to it than there was in Elvis Presley's day." One difference is that Elvis never had "acid rock" going for him. The Airplane's “Runnin' 'Round This World,” for example, is a number that, says Lead Singer Marty Balin, celebrates the "fantastic joy of making love while under LSD." Their latest single, “White Rabbit,” is a fantasy about a kind of Alice in Wonder-drugland that is "aimed at the twelve-year-old junkie." Explains Grace Slick, a striking former model who gives the Airplane go-power with her big, belting blues voice: "It doesn't matter what the lyrics say, or who sings them. They're all the same. They say, 'Be free —free in love, free in sex.' "

Pop Potpourri. The crew aboard the Airplane is in their middle and late 20s. Musically, they represent a kind of pop potpourri: Balin and Kantner are refugees from folk music, Drummer Spencer Dryden and Guitarist Jack Casady from jazz, Singers Jorma Kaukonen from blues and Grace Slick from pop. Together they produce a lilting, carefree music that crosses so many stylistic lines that they are the only rock group to be invited to both the Monterey Jazz Festival and the Berkeley Folk Festival, not to mention gigs with the San Francisco Symphony and TV's highbrow Bell Telephone Hour.

Preaching the rock 'n' roll is "the Sermon on the Mount, the greatest church in the last century," they like to call their music "love rock." Is that any way to run an Airplane? Yes. Formed just 21 months ago, the high-flying group now has both a single and an album in the top ten bestsellers, commands $5,000 for a performance. "The stage is our bed," exults Balin, "and the audience is our broad. We're not entertaining, we're making love."

[alice-im-drogenland-blog]

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Trumpy friends: Yesss deport all those mexican job stealers back to rapey drugland!

Same Trumpy friends: All these people protesting about DACA have too much free time. They should get a job.