Hughes, Thomas Filmography

• Pell Grants: A Passion for Education
  2013, role: actor , character name: Himself

Hughes, Thomas Filmography

• The Testaments: Of One Fold and One Shepherd
  2000, role: actor , character name: John

Hughes, Thomas Filmography

• JFK: A President Betrayed
  2013, role: actor , character name: Himself

• Lyrics: play full screen play karaoke
• High Times - Cypress Hill
• High Times - Elliott Smith
• High Times - Jamiroquai
• High Beams - National
• High Times - Del Amitri
• High Times - Slapshock
• High Timez - H.w.a.
• High Times - Muck Sticky
• High Times - Nate James

Now this some bad weed
The very first time I hit the weed I was young
Coughing up a lung, high strung, back in '81
Going to school, hitting the buddha behind the bleachers
Coming to class high, selling the lie to the teachers
Nickel bag, nickel bag, dime to a nickel
Selling joints to the honeys, suck it like an icicle
Others wanted the 40 but I wanted the weed
While everybody was running out, I was planting my seeds
Homegrown, backyard boogie, I'm still stoned
Got my weed plants taller than your telephone's pole
I can remember when I could only get sess in those days
Now, I'm rocking that Chocolate Thai, skunk and the haze
Roll a fat one, pass it to the left don't front
But I hate it when they don't take the seeds out the blunt
Amateur of blunt-rollers are like rookies on the field
Spilling the weed plant fucking dookies with no skill
I should write a book, how to roll it then pass it
Light it, grow it, sell it and then divide it
Mr. Greenthumb, Dr. Weed, I proceed to give
The herb man what they need
True indeed, blow your fucking smoke up in the sky
And get high with your bong
Or your Philly, or duchess give me a light
Grab the weed up, pack it in, put it in the pipe
Light it up, smoke a bowl, we puffing the lye right
Put your finger on the hole and hold it in brother
Take a puff, that's enough and pass it to another
Get the weed sack, smoke it up, 'til it's all gone
No roaches up in the ashtray, smoke up all the bomb
I use ta spend money but now I'm growing the crops
But I hate it when the pigs throw a raid on the spot
It was once said I smoke so much weed, by a brother
That I look like the nigga on the zig-zag cover
Maybe I use ta look like that way back when
When my nigga Sen Dog was around sipping on the Hen
Let the fly rhymes smother you with the scent of the skunk
We got the High Times cover, shows you how to roll a blunt
Quarter pound, quarter pound, pound to a quarter
Making trips to Mexico running down to the border
Long hairs, bald heads, dreads and punk rocks
Kids of all colors be puffin it down the block
I got the weed on lock with all the hydro methods
Call me Puffy 'cause I making and taking a hit record
Blow your fucking smoke up in the sky and get high
With the bong, Philly or duchess, give me the light
Grab the weed up, pack it in, put it in the pipe
Light it up, smoke a bowl, we puffing the lye right
Put your finger on the hole and hold it in brother

Coma kid
Tell me how you come to follow you around where ever you go
Said I don't go, where I'm supposed go
And I don't go, really anywhere you know
Told me how hes driven by a curse, 'til he kicked out into reverse
Said I don't go, where I'm supposed to go
And I don't go, really anywhere you know
I made up my mind, and I don't mind sayin so
I went to meet you at central square
When I couldn't find you there,
I went walking around the city some more
People watching with a cold blank stare
And I saw your face, in everyone I swear
Seems like I never get your kick quite right
I was walking slow to a dirty dive
I'm so sick and tired of trying to change your mind
When it's so easy to disconnect mine
High times
High times
High times, yea I feel fine
High times
High times
High times, man I feel fine
Don't pick me up I'm fine right where I am
I don't go, where I'm supposed go

You don't need your name in bright lights
You're a rock star
And some tin foil with a glass pipe
Is your guitar - now yes it is
Little Angela
Suffers delusions
From these high times
She's been cleaning up, since she was fourteen
On the main line
And her hunky funky junky, of a boyfriend
Got her on late nights, with her skirt tight
Woah, she's a wild thing
Letting it all swing
God bless our high times
Don't you know that last night
Turned to daylight
And a minute, became a day
Last night (last night)
All my troubles
Well they seemed so, so far away
Searching my reflection
For a glimpse of, another me
I've got to get away from all these high high times
'Cause these high times are killing me
Now high times go on and on and on
High times rock your mind yeah
This twisted crystal Kingdom
Where you live your nine lives
And your head spins
With purple cyclones
Made of dexadrine
And when the phone rings
You think bad things
Well these are high high high high times yeah
In any back street
When you take a hot seat
Make sure check your flight times
Oh now mama
Don't you know that last night
Turned to daylight
And a minute, became a day
Last night (last night)
All my troubles

Take your time, use a year
That should cover what I owe you
and some things that you will never know
I wear your clothes til you come home
You'll know me by the way I'm dressed
and now they seem to fit me, better than my own
I give to you the safe side of the (cup?)
but I am tall as high beams, shine up my back
and I am straight as briars, come bending past
Just look for branches tied in bows, 'cause I love you
to ribbons
and you can take them with you as you go
I took the hairpins from your head
and tried to ask them why they led you
to believe that you should live alone
I give to you the safe side of the cup
but I am as tall as high beams, shine up my back
and I am straight as briars, come bending past
Take my brothers' (pistol?) put it in your bag
take my winter jacket and put it in your bag
Take my brothers' (pistol?) put it in your bag
take my winter jacket and put in your bag
I give to you the safe side
I give to you the safe side
I give to you the safe side of the cup
But I am tall as high beams, shine up my back
and I am straight as briars, come bending past
you (go?) shine it on (these?)
you (go?) shine it on (these?)

Little snow white, she is sleeping 24 hours a day
She's got a right to be lazy, flat out of reasons to breathe
And it's cold baby, yes it's cold
But everything is relative, can't you see we're living in?
High times, dig the new domain
Living through high times, just don't crash my spiritual plane
Little snow white, she was hungry
Told to go out and graft for it
At the end of the rainbow she was mind blown
To be staring at a crock of shit
And it's hard baby, yes it's hard
But with a little intuition you can shift position in the
High times, touch the magic stone
Living through high times, pick up that spiritual phone
Frittering packs of refuseniks, too drunk to muster any contempt
Ten ways to relax on a cruise ship, one way to cover the rent
I've whored myself around enough to know, baby
You don't come with the customers and smile when you're spoken to in
High times, catch the cosmic vibe
Living through high times, hey, has Ginger Baker died?
Living through high times, my planet's all out of line
Living through high times, man, just like '69
Living through

Drop this shit when I smoke then I get ill
I got the muthafuckin' rhyme getting burn like a grill
Kiss your ass goodbye when I get so high
I feel like I could fly can I die
Dyin' I'm not dying I'm gonna keep on goin' and going
Until the muthafuckers fuck with me
I want to sing but you don't even know all the pain I bring
So boom I blast you, you can take it for free
You get high with your crew and your enemy
Blue I see blue and white
I'll be like Mike Tyson when it's time to take fight
I see you I say yeah
Throw yo hands in the air
chorus
Don't you fade away
I get high like everyday
Drop this shit you never stop you never quit
Wind below your feet I got my head hangin' underneath
All the way I'll take yah your burnin' like fire
Hold it back down I'll be your messiah
These black clouds over me
I feel like dyin' in a kung-fu movie
Like my man Bruce Lee no time for the wannabe
This is my last bit of energy left can't you see
chorus
High times I feel so fine
Stiggidy booms gonna make you high (4x)
High times I feel so fine
Stiggidy booms gonna make you high (4x)

[cough]
[Verse 1]
Searching through the Indica smoke
Trying to find a peace of mind
I feel my thoughts starting to unwind
I seem to be spinning, that's another second hand
On a cock, and I can't make the spinning stop
(Don't stop [cough] do it)
I stumble through the living room into the kitchen
I got the munchies and all I got is cold chicken
My mouth is kind of dry, and my eyes are low
Still hungry, so I picked up the phone
Try to call the pizza man, but I can't remember the number
So I laid down and tried not to fall under
The scales of the bud has plain got me
But I would ride around, but I forgot how to use a pen
So I grab a pad and pen from the floor
Heard the doorbell ring, but I can't find the fucking dough
Feels like I'm being watched every move that I make
I got my .357 so they gonna break
Looking through the ashtray for the roach
But I think of better plans before I wind up on my ass
And pass the fuck out, cause I'm getting high as a kite
Trying to get a grip on life
I try to close my eyes and lay down
But it feels like I'm being spun on a merry go round
It feels good to have a mellow mind
But I think I'd better watch it
Trying to get through the High Timez
[Verse 2]
The hoez is good at he shit
And I think want to get lit
Jazz, what a hell of a split for me to get with
Grab the ashtray and a lighter and get straight to the point
So I can hit a joint
Aw, shit
Now I'm all Fantasy Island
Where man game gone when I'm playing with his ding dong
Man, if you're gonna give it to me
So I whisper in his ears, it's all clear, say do me
There's a little bird calling my name
I took a look around, and my lover met a new flame
So I sit in the heat 'cause it feels good
While on my mind I'm a tropical neighborhood
I see a little monkey on a vine
Swinging closer to me and he hands me a glass of wine
I take a sweet sip and lay back
Trying to figure out where Babygirl and Jazz is at
Could have sworn they was just here chilling
Fuck it, 'cause those hoes is grown women
I'm in a tropical paradise all by myself
Without a care in the world, like a little girl
I feel a tiny hunger pain inside
So I get a piece of fruit, but it vanishes before my eyes
Could I be hallucinating?

I get high like a plane, when shes floatin through my brain
Her name, is Mary Jane
I get high like a kite, cuz she makes me feel so right
When I'm smoking, like a choo-choo train
Now come on and get higgggghhhhhhh
Baby lets get high
Said I'm up so high, do you wanna get high
I get high like a mountain top
When I'm harvesting my crop
And I'm marching through the fields of green
I get high like a telephone pole
Lots of inspiration in my soul
And your the purrdiest dang on thing that I ever seen
Now come on and get higgggghhhhhhh
Baby lets get high
Said I'm up so high, do you wanna get high
I get high like a cloud when I want to shout it loud
That I'm proud of lovin weed this way
I get high like a bird
And I'm here to spread the word
That the herb is A-OK
Now come on and get higgggghhhhhhh
Baby lets get high

Dum, dum dum...
Don't let them tell you that in love there's no pain
If that's what you think then you got it wrong
I see now that I'm a victim of a game
I now I should chill but I can't seem to
This girl has got a hold on my deeper side
Somehow got to know what's in my mind
I've got feelings but you're still as cold as can be
It's now time baby to stop making a fool out of me
Dum, dum dum...
I think it's time that you would changing your ways
Baby you're driving my crazy
Ain't nothing wrong being a sensitive man
You're telling me to chill but I don't want to
This girl has got a hold on my deeper side
Somehow got to know what's in my mind
I've got feelings but you're still as cold as can be
It's now time baby to stop making a fool out of me
Dum, dum dum...
Constantly waiting I'm still alone
What are you trying to prove
When will you make yourself to be known
Baby I'm talking to you
Dum, dum dum
(What are you doing to me?
My baby baby baby
Do you like what you see?
Do you give a damn?)