Trashed may refer to:
"Trashed" is the debut solo single from ex-Skunk Anansie front woman Skin. The single was released in June 2003 and taken from the album, Fleshwounds. It was released on CD single and DVD single.
Trashed is an award-winning documentary feature film, written and directed by British film-maker Candida Brady. It follows actor Jeremy Irons as he investigates the global scale and impact of humanity's modern waste.Sean Bobbitt (Hunger,12 Years a Slave) is the film's Director of Photography.
Trashed was premiered at Cannes Film Festival in 2012 where it was nominated for the Camera d'Or. Since then it has been screened at the UK Houses of Parliament, the Welsh Assembly, the Scottish Parliament, the European Parliament and the French National Assembly. It has been shown at film festivals across the world, from Sarajevo to Kuala Lumpur and public screenings and educational forums worldwide, from Yale to Jakarta.
Critical reactions to the film were overwhelmingly positive. "...for all the poisonous truths in “Trashed,” there are also solid grass-roots solutions that, as presented, feel do-able and politically digestible...Crucial viewing for realists and alarmists both" (New York Daily News)."(a) global crisis that's vividly, relentlessly detailed in the vital documentary "Trashed"" (LA Times)." that plastic water bottle in your hand will feel as dangerous as a Molotov cocktail" (New York Times)."Trashed is a documentary that needs to be seen, that needs to enter the mainstream. Because we’re (still) trashing the planet. We’ve heard this enough to stop thinking about the implications, to start humming to what’s become white noise - but Trashed rearticulates the message, volunteering a not just inconvenient but downright harrowing set of truths…." (Sabotage Times).
It really was a meeting
The bottle took a beating
The ladies of the manor
Watched me climb into my car and
I was going down the track about a hundred and five
They had the stop-watch rolling
I had the headlights blazing I was really alive
And yet my mind was blowing
I drank a bottle of tequila and I feel real good
I had the tape deck roaring
But on the twenty-fifth lap at the canal turn
I went of exploring
I knew I wouldn't make it the car just wouldn't make it
I was turning tires burning
The ground was in my sky
I was laughing the bitch was trashed
And death was in my eye
I had started pretty good and I was feeling my way
I had the wheels in motion
There was Peter and the Green fly laughing like drains
Inebriation
The crowd was roaring I was at Brands Hatch
In my imagination
But at the canal turn I hit an only patch
Inebriation
Ooh Mr. Miracle you saved me from some pain
I thank you Mr. Miracle I won't get trashed again
Ooh can you hear my lies
Don't you bother with this fool just laugh into my eyes
So we went back to the bar and hit the bottle again
But there was no tequila
Then we started on the whisky just to steady our brains
'Cos there was no tequila
And as we drank a little faster at the top of our hill
We began to roll
And as we get trashed we were laughing still