Blogger Comment Hall Of Fame Entry #2

Someone calling themself "Anonymous" (I wish folks would leave their name) was kind enough to leave a comment on an old post where I (tried to) reveal the lyrics of Funky Drummer. After careful scrutiny I must agree that I have, rightfully, been corrected. And thus the reason this particular respondant receives the second Nightmare Hall Of Fame entry. Read and learn:

"Quit half steppin, bro’, if you’re gonna post the Godfather’s lyrics DO IT RIGHT!

Brackets indicate lyrics only in the retake version. Retake version is what y’all see below 'xcept the last section which is only in the first version."

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[One, two, how’s it go...]

Pull back the cover
Shades!
Good God, it’s a raid!

Huh!

Cut out the lights
[Huh!]
An’ call the law, ha
Cut out the lights
An’ call the law
Standin’ over there, huh!
The devil's son in law

Huh!
Call the law
Call the law, ha
The devil's son in law

Huh!
Urrgh!

Bring on the juice
Bring on the juice
Bring on the juice
Bring on the juice
Make me sweat!
Ha!

Heh!
D’ya feel good?
D’ya feel good?
D’ya feel good?
D’ya feel good?

Turn over
Turn over
I’m a soulful rover
Turn over
Turn over
Turn over!

Heavy in the change
Take me in the change
Take me in the change

Huh!

Hit me now!

Good God!

Honky tonk women
Is all I need
I’m a member
Of a brand new breed

Honky tonk women
Is what I want

Fellas,

One more time
I wanna give the drummer
Some of this funky soul we got here

You don't have to do
No soloin’, brother
Just keep what you got
So turn it loose
‘Cause it's a mother

When I count to four
I want everybody to lay off
Let the drummer go
When I count to four
I want you to come back in

Hah!

It’s in ma collar
I got to holler
I said it's in ma feet
Feels so sweet

It's in ma shirt, good God
About to work me to death
It's in ma shirt
About to work me to death
It's in ma shirt
I want to blow
I’m wanna ‘bout to blow

One, two, three, four
Git it!

Good god!

Huh!

Heh hah

Urrgh!

Ain't it funky?

[Hah!]

Ain't it funky?
Ain't it funky?
Ain't it funky?

One, two, three, fo!

The name of this tune is THE FUNKY DRUMMER
THE FUNKY DRUMMER
THE FUNKY DRUMMER
THE FUNKY DRUMMER
THE FUNKY DRUMMER
THE FUNKY DRUMMER
THE FUNKY DRUMMER

Maceo!
Let’s have the funky drummer blow!

Funky drummer

The funky drummer
The funky drummer
Let’s lay out and let this funky drummer take it out
One, two, three, four, the funky drummer!

"We Interrupt This Program..."

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will...be...shot.
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Stay in your homes, remain calm.
The number one enemy of progress is questions.
Remember, national security is more important than individual will.
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LYRICS REVEALED: Bob Dylan's "Masters Of War"

I've come to appreciate Bob Dylan immensely. Believe me when I say it wasn't always so.
It took me about, what, 38 or so years to really 'get' Dylan and it's mostly due to an album in his massive discography that often goes unnoticed entitled "John Wesley Harding". It's a beautiful, relaxed and mostly acoustic set with some of the most affecting songs I've ever heard.
If you've read some of my posts you've no doubt come to the conclusion that the majority of records in my collection skew to left of the dial. Alternative, punk, etc. I have, however, had my musical horizons broadened in the last couple of years, and that includes an appreciation for Dylan. Would the Beatles have evolved the way they did without his influence? I doubt it. Love him or hate him, you've got to respect his place in history.

Come you masters of war
You that build all the guns
You that build the death planes
You that build the big bombs
You that hide behind walls
You that hide behind desks
I just want you to know
I can see through your masks

You that never done nothin'
But build to destroy
You play with my world
Like it's your little toy
You put a gun in my hand
And you hide from my eyes
And you turn and run farther
When the fast bullets fly

Like Judas of old
You lie and deceive
A world war can be won
You want me to believe
But I see through your eyes
And I see through your brain
Like I see through the water
That runs down my drain

You fasten the triggers
For the others to fire
Then you sit back and watch
When the death count gets higher
You hide in your mansion
As young people's blood
Flows out of their bodies
And is buried in the mud

You've thrown the worst fear
That can ever be hurled
Fear to bring children
Into the world
For threatening my baby
Unborn and unnamed
You ain't worth the blood
That runs in your veins

How much do I know
To talk out of turn
You might say that I'm young
You might say I'm unlearned
But there's one thing I know
Though I'm younger than you
Even Jesus would never
Forgive what you do

Let me ask you one question
Is your money that good
Will it buy you forgiveness
Do you think that it could
I think you will find
When your death takes its toll
All the money you made
Will never buy back your soul

And I hope that you die
And your death'll come soon
I will follow your casket
In the pale afternoon
And I'll watch while you're lowered
Down to your deathbed
And I'll stand o'er your grave
'Til I'm sure that you're dead

For a song that was released in 1963 it sure is strangely appropriate in 2008, don’t you think?

Lyrics Revealed: James Brown’s Funky Drummer!

In our ongoing effort here at The Nightmare to make your music listening experience a little more enjoyable, we would like to introduce “Lyrics Revealed”, a new series designed to shed a little light on those favorite songs of yours with incomprehensible lyrics.
Finally, you’ll be able to actually SING in the car instead of mumbling along with an embarrassing, confused look on your face!

This weeks installment: Funky Drummer, by James Brown.

Come back, cover Shades, good God It's a raid

Cut off the lights
And call the law
Cut off the lights
And call the law

Standing over there
The devil's on his way
Call the law
Call the law
The devil's on his way

Bring on the juice
Bring on the juice
Bring on the juice
Bring on the juice

Make me sweat!
Still good
It's still good
Still good
It's still good

Turn over
Turn over
Turn over

Take me in the chain
Take me in the chain
Take me in the chain

Tall women Is all I need
Tall women Is what I want

One more time
I wanna give the drummer
Some of this funky soul
We got here

You don't have to do
No song, brother
Just keep what you got
Don't turn it loose
Cause it's a mother

When I count to four
I want everybody to lay off
Let the drummer go
When I count to four
I want you to come back in

I got to holler
I said it's in my feet
Feels so sweet

It's in my shake, good God
About to work me to death
It's in my shake
About to work me to death
It's in my shake

I'm about to blow
I'm about to blow

One, two, three, four
Get it!

Ain't it funky?
Ain't it funky?
Ain't it funky?
Ain't it funky?

One, two, three, fo!!

Next time: Bob Dylan’s 115th Dream!