Tales of Rock: Here Are The 25 Best ’70s Songs To Get High To

As society nervously shifted towards a new decade the times they were a changing. The counterculture was at its zenith, drugs became more wildly accessible and sexuality was being explored in new and wilder ways. That’s not to mention the exquisite originality and implacable power of those ’70s songs that stand the test of time.

Thus we implore you to light up a joint and harken back to the 25 best ’70s songs to get high to.

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Delve into the 25 most mind-bending, beguiling, or downright beautiful ’70s songs to kick back and light up to. Purple haze, Jesus saves.

25. Bob Marley & The Wailers – No Woman, No Cry

Looking back on the poverty and disenfranchisement of his time in Trench Town, Jamaica, Bob Marley was at his lilting, lyrical best on No Woman, No Cry.

Marley implores people to dry their tears and have faith that things will get better, as he once did to his girlfriend.

24. Genesis – Firth Of Fifth

One of the crowning glories of their live sets. Banks’ classically inclined piano enters the fray drawing you into their complex time signatures and melancholy dueling between Gabriel’s flute and Hackett’s guitar ‘violining’.

Genesis is one of the most ingenious bands of all time and unquestionably one of the best to get high to.

23. Television  – Marquee Moon

A ten-minute single? It was positively unheard of in the Punk scene. However, the spellbinding guitar interplay between Tom Verlaine and Richard Lloyd made Marquee Moon the incredible single that it was. Television were visionaries there is no doubt about it.

The thoughtful composition and frail vocals have seen Marquee Moon referred to as one of the greatest guitar albums of all time and honestly, we have to agree.

22. Neil Young – Heart Of Gold

Initially criticized by Dylan for sounding too much like him, Heart Of Gold remains a glistening gem for the singer, song-writer genre.

This immaculate confluence of country rock and quivering vocals perfectly embodies the undying essence of Neil Young.

21. Curtis Mayfield – Get On Up

After recently departing from The Impressions, Curtis Mayfield dropped his debut, yearning to find a distinguished voice of his own.

Get On Up wound up spending 10 weeks in the Top 50 of the UK Charts and was the soundtrack for a generation. Not bad for a 9-minute single.

20. Jefferson Starship – St. Charles

After Jefferson Airplane, Grace Slick and Paul Kantner went on to form sci-fi funk supergroup, Jefferson Starship, and Spitfire was where they really hit their stride.

St. Charles is a compelling confluence of ’60s rock on the dawn of funk and will certainly leave you reeling from the blow.

19. Bob Dylan – Tangled Up In Blue

Bob Dylan was in a veritable slump during the early 1970s. Afraid of being another ’60s washout, exhausted from relentless touring and recovering from a serious dose of food poisoning, Dylan hit back hard in 1976 with Blood On The Tracks.

Every song on this album is just sublime but opener Tangled Up In Blue is where it’s at.

18. Queen – Bohemian Rhapsody

Queen’s operatic sensation, Bohemian Rhapsody is and always will be one of the most iconic tunes ever written. Freddie Mercury‘s crystal clear vision and magnificent vocals perfectly reflect his genius, shining proudly against the mountainous triumph of all ’70s songs.

17. James Brown – Get Up (I Feel Like Being A) Sex Machine

Rarely has a song written about sex, been as sexy itself. It’s positively throbbing with a vibe and pulsating with the unmistakable essence of James Brown.

Light up, get down, and feel the funk!

16. Deep Purple – Speed King

Charging down the sonic highway, Deep Purple were progenitors to heavy metal amidst the rock revolution of the 1970s. The immaculate guitar work of Ritchie Blackmore and vocals from David Coverdale make Speed King an undeniable staple of rock greatness.

15. Elton John – Tiny Dancer

Simply one of the best songs ever written, Bernie Taupin was at his most inspired with Elton John at his effortless best.

Opening up their 1971 triumph Madman Across The Water, there is something undeniably magical about Tiny Dancer that has never quite been replicated since.

14. Black Sabbath – War Pigs

When Black Sabbath unveiled themselves to the world in 1970 it’s safe to say they scared a lot of folks. The world wasn’t ready for Sabbath and War Pigs says it all. Pounding drums, political contention, and one hell of a solo from Tony Iommi.

13. Lou Reed – Walk On The Wild Side

Lou Reed’s only solo hit was a ballad for all the freaks and outsiders out there. Hence why it’s the perfect laid-back tune to light up with on a lazy Sunday morn.

Featuring Reed’s dead-pan wit and ten-ton boredom, no other song better encapsulates his effortless genius than Walk On The Wild Side.

12. David Bowie – Life On Mars

Life On Mars embodies everything we love about David Bowie. His sci-fi exploration, catchy hooks, and memorable song-craft.

Just before the world was introduced to Ziggymania, Bowie laid bare his interstellar questioning and eternal power as an artist.

11. Pink Floyd – Echoes

The monolithic Floyd construction, Echoes is undoubtedly one of the greatest songs to get high to, full stop. This 23-minute rabbit hole is essentially four different songs sewn together by expert surgeons.

The perfect transitional encapsulation of Pink Floyd moving from their avant-garde roots to their psychedelic conceptual maser works, Echoes is a must.

10. Talking Heads – Psycho Killer

Sweating with paranoia, Psycho Killer is vintage Talking Heads. It’s the levee breaking into a flood of new wave genius, with David Byrne at his lyrical and psychotic best.

While David Byrne decided to leave all imagery of the murder out of Psycho Killer it’s still pretty graphic and assuredly one of the best ’70s songs ever written.

9. Derek and the Dominos – Layla

After John Mayall and The Yardbirds. After Cream and Blind Faith. After Dirty Mac and the Plastic Ono Band, Eric Clapton formed Derek and the Dominos for one trail-blazing, hot album Layla and Other Assorted Love Songs.

Inspired by Clapton’s undying love for George Harrison‘s wife Patti Boyd, the emotion is erupting from every note and every word.

Trivia note: In the studio version Duane Allman joins Eric Clapton for an iconic double solo between Gibson and fender.

8. Joni Mitchell – Big Yellow Taxi

As Joni Mitchell looked out over the Hawaiian scenery all she saw was concrete and despair. Yet for all the bleakness of the lyrics and theme, the chords are surprisingly warm and optimistic.

Lord knows how Joni must feel now.

7. John Lennon – Imagine

Powerful, poetic, and political. Everything that embodied John Lennon was so effortlessly captured in Imagine.

Arguably the greatest protest song ever written, Imagine hits the nail so squarely on the head as to pin Lennon to the history books for all eternity.

6. Fleetwood Mac – Dreams

Circular chords, poignant lyrics, and aimed like a knife straight at Lindsey Buckingham’s heart, Stevie Nicks wrote Dreams in the next room of the studio they were recording Rumours in, with Sly Stone.

An absolute masterpiece of songcraft and bound to turn on the waterworks when you’re feeling it, this Fleetwood Mac tune is a testament to their timelessness.

5. Grateful Dead – The Other One

If you’ve ever wondered why the Grateful Dead have a cult following The Other One will prove it. Recorded live in 1971 The Other One is an epic, improvised jam inspired by Beat icon Neal Cassidy.

Jerry Garcia‘s playing is a wonder to behold and if you’re high this 18-minute epic is guaranteed to blow your mind.

4. Led Zeppelin – Stairway To Heaven

Arguably the greatest rock anthem of all time, Led Zeppelin constructed a true masterpiece on their fourth album and they knew it.

Even people who hate rock know Stairway To Heaven, all the way through to its rapturous solo and thundering climax.

3. The Rolling Stones – Brown Sugar

One of the most controversial songs in rock history, it’s hard to pin down exactly what Brown Sugar is about. Sex, slavery, heroin… who knows?

One this is known though, the groove is hot and this tune is as quintessentially Rolling Stones as a tumbling rock that gathers no moss.

2. The Doors – Riders On The Storm

Just shy of jam rock, The Doors were masters of crafting longer tracks that appeared free form but were actually incredibly well built. From Jim Morrison‘s acid-poetry to Ray Manzarek‘s trickling piano rain it’s all here in spades.

“Send them out to Arizona for some good thunder,” said Jim Morrison during take #9. Thus, one of the greatest ’70s songs was born.

1. Pink Floyd – Time

A quintessential song of the ages, Pink Floyd‘s Time is eternal. Thematically and sonically, there is not a note out of place, and it’s just on the obscure side of commercial to put it in the best of both worlds.

One of the best songs from one of the best albums of all time, both are exceptional experiences in their own right.

 

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Sun Stories – Lara – Tinderella

How did I match up with a 19-year-old girl?

Here’s a little tale about a hot baby that comes into the salon. She’s got long raven hair, light eyes, and a slamming little body on her. She’s 19 years of age and goes to Temple University. She always wears black, but it just makes her look darker and more mysterious.

She comes in pretty regularly before Spring Break. She wants to get her base tan built up so when she goes away she won’t burn.

She’s attractive and sweet, and sometimes looks a little stoned when she comes in, but that somehow makes her lovely eyes more limpid. I chat with her regularly, and last year I saw her quite often.

But one day she comes in and we’re chatting, and I feel like I know her from somewhere else. But I can’t quite figure out where. Facebook? Instagram? Maybe. We’re not friends, and don’t have any friends in common so that’s not a thing.

I search my memory to try to remember where I know her or have seen her before, but I can’t think of anything. Maybe I’m just in love with her soft beauty and I’m creating all of this in my mind.

That weekend, I’m lying in bed, looking at all of my past contacts on Tinder to see if I can resurrect a lost connection and get a date. Then I suddenly come upon a woman I matched with named Lara. Oh God, It’s her! How did I match up with a 19-year-old girl? Why would she swipe right? I’m obviously too old for her. She’s younger than my daughter! On Tinder she says she’s 22. It doesn’t make sense. I swipe right on everybody that comes up, just for the sheer numbers and stories.

The next time Lara comes in I decide to take a chance. One of our rules is no dating the customers. I will never break that rule, and there is no way Lara wants me. I mean, she may be looking for a sugar daddy, and for that I would almost pay to sleep with her, but I digress.

But I have to find out.

When she comes out from the room, she comes by the counter and asks if she has any tans left. I tell her she’s out. Lara’s fine with that because she tells me she’s going on Spring Break anyway Friday. I whip out my phone and pull up Tinder and start swiping through her pictures.

“Now we’ve all made mistakes, and swiped right when we obviously should have swiped left. I’ve done it myself, Lara. But is that you?”

I turn the phone to her and swipe through her pics on Tinder.

She’s alarmed but not upset. (Probably too stoned)

“Don’t be embarrassed, we all make mistakes, Lara.”

“I have a weird thing. Age doesn’t matter to me.”

Her words shocked me, and I thought she has to be a sugar baby and worlds are colliding right now.

“Don’t worry about it, Lara.”

I don’t know why I just didn’t ask her if she made “arrangements.” She had to go and before she left, she asked, “What’s your name again?”

I told her. I’m sure she wants to go look for my profile on Tinder to see what’s up. She’ll probably unmatch and delete me out of sheer embarrassment.

Later I go into Tinder and text her the following message: “Hello, Lara. Please don’t be embarrassed, it’s (my name) from the salon. If you’d like to chat, that would be fine. No expectations.”

Crickets.

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So a year goes by and it’s March and Spring Break is once again upon us. We’ve moved the salon and people are beginning to trickle in. But, because we just got here, there are only 3 beds currently operating. One stand up unit, and the two premium beds.

When sweet baby Lara comes in and wants to tan, I remember her name of course and chat with her a bit. I thank her for returning to us for her tan. She is surprised I remember her name after all of this time, but I tell her she must have made a favorable impression on me.

“That and we have a little history.” she says.

I know she’s eluding to the Tinder match! So exciting!

“And we share the same birthday, Lara. August 9th!” (NOT a bold-faced lie for once!)

Of course her birth year is ’97 and mine is ’62.

“Oh my god, we’re both Leos! I can’t believe it.” she exclaims.

She doesn’t know that we’re putting everybody in any bed available just to maintain a level of service. No matter if they have the basic, all access, or premium package, we’re just tanning them in anything we can. So when I put Lara in the best unit in the house, she thinks I’m doing something special for her because I like her.

I do like her but she doesn’t need to know that everybody’s getting what she’s getting. She doesn’t know where to throw her little towel that we’ve provided so she just hands it to me. But before she does, she wipes her nose with it. I don’t say anything and simply toss it into the small hamper behind me.

She thanks me for the best tanning experience and off she goes.

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The next time she came in was the day before she was to fly to Florida for Spring Break. She was literally my last client of the night. But when I go to send her into a bed to tan I see that her package has run out. She’s out of tanning sessions!

Lara gets upset and asks how much it is for one tan. I tell her $17 and she’s shocked. She then asks if there is anything I can do.

Now at this point I know that some of you may be thinking and this story will take a dark turn.

“How much cash do you have?”

Digs through her purse. “Seven bucks.”

I make a face.

“I’ll give you two cigarettes.”

“Four.”

“Okay, Four. Here. Now can I tan?”

“Yes. Go back to room 6.”

I watch her as she strolls back to the tanning booth and closes the door behind her. I put the four cigarettes into my pack. I then pull out my wallet, and grab a ten-dollar bill and ring up the $17.00 single session. I put the money in the drawer. Legitimate sale completed. (You didn’t think I was going to barter a tan for sex did you?)

Then I hear her call my name.

“Yes Lara?”

“My phone is nearly dead. Can I hand it out to you so you can charge it for me, please?”

“Sure. Put it into airplane mode so it’ll charge twice as fast, Lara.”

I walk back to the room and she opens the door. She has her forearm and hand across her bare breasts covering herself. She looks me right in the eyes. Then with her other hand she passed the phone and charger out to me. She smiles and closes the door. That little minx!

So a nice little glimpse that I’m sure was an additional little tip for my service. My heart is pounding as I walk back to the counter and plug-in her phone. I grab a little cloth and wipe off the phone and clean it up nice for her.

When her tanning session is complete, she emerges from the room looking radiant.

“Thank you sooo much for everything you’ve done for me!”

I give her the phone and we even laugh about the Tinder incident.

“I’m not embarrassed about anything” she says.

She seems high. She hands me her sweaty towel like last time instead of dropping it in the hamper.

“Oh… sorry. Is that gross?” she says looking at the spent towel in my hand.

“No, Lara. It’s not gross. What’s gross is when you first wiped your nose off with it before handing it to me last time.”

She looks mortified. “Oh my god. Did I do that? I’m so sorry.”

“I’m just kidding, Lara. That didn’t happen.”

She cracks up and we have a nice laugh about it.

“Okay, well I’m headed to Florida tomorrow. I’ll see you in a couple of weeks.”

She leans in and gives me a hug and a kiss, I hug her back and somehow my lips end up kissing her hair. She smells lovely and I’m feeling giddy.

She heads downstairs, and I watch as she disappears out the door into the night.

 

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