Taking drugs, to make music, to take drugs to.
Bryan Adams – Flying.
Bryan Adams: The man who looks like he was fed with a catapult when he was a kid, releases his 428th single, and it’s a heartfelt love letter to the joys of …smack.
Exhibit A, ma Lord, the lyrics: “Ya we're flying, feels just like flying,
We're such a long way up, from the ground
Just u and me flying, so high 'n I'm never gonna come down”. I’m sure you’d agree that even the most literal minded of Daily Mail readers couldn’t fail to spot the titanic “horse” metaphor there.
Exhibit B, your Honour, the music: A kind of clammy molestation, it has the ability to slow time down to a crawl so you experience every second as if it was your last, you truly understand what its like to live in the moment here. Played 4 times in a row it exactly reproduces the feeling nausea smack users feel from their first hit. Play it 5 times in a row and it induces vomiting.
Finally, Exhibit C, Sir, the sleeve: It features Mr Adams astride a flying syringe shaped guitar over the poppy fields of Afghanistan, whilst simultaneously injects “Mr Omar’s horizontal dancer” straight into his groin. Admittedly you need to ingest 6 blotter sheets of Military Industrial strength acid to see this, but its there nonetheless.
Ban it now!