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(1:4 motown / 100bpm)
VERSE:
(D) (E7) (D) (F) (C ) (D)
(F) (C ) (D)
(G Gsus4 G) (G A G D)
(D7 D7 D7) (E7) (D7)
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(immigrants run amok in the “new world”)
‘ITALIAN-AMERICAN CLUB’
old black man:
(“you’re from plainfield, right?”)
in 1953 i threw a big party
invited all my friends, played a good host
i left the club at 3, someone was watching me
i turned around to see there was no ghost
in one-nine-seven-three, the feds were following me
they chased me up and down the east coast
my boss said “sign this plea or we’ll kill your family”
so what was i supposed to do?
an angel told me “son, you’d better be more bold”
“or else you’ll do what you’re told ’til you’re too old…” (to notice)
that the ones who made the rules, they’re just a bunch of fools
they’re after all the same women as you
so i departed from my home cuz it was time to roam
i went to every bar on the east coast
i sampled every drink ’til i was on the brink
of falling headfirst to the floor
because god was on my side, decide to let it ride
i swallowed cyanide and i died…
amen for the g-men cuz they soothe my soul
they won the super bowl by a field goal
a little bitta booze just fuels the fire
a little bitta grass can get us higher
the night is coming right down to the wire
need a little bitta ass tonight (that’s right)
i’ll need a little bitta ass tonight
just a little bitta booze fuels words unspoken
societal constraints will soon be broken
you won’t get all my dough, just take this token
need a little bit of ass tonight…
i’ll need a little bit of ass tonight…
(here doggy doggy)
‘socratic saga’
ooh, socrates he done done died
adan moving, going back to the monastery
know he’ll miss his mommy now
(‘duck duck goose’ spoof:)
men…men…boy…
EXTRA LYRICS:
a fat man stole my soul, he filled my stocking with coal
so what was i supposed to do?
(immigrants run amok in the “new world”)
‘ITALIAN-AMERICAN CLUB’
old black man:
(“you’re from plainfield, right?”)
in 1953 i threw a big party
invited all my friends, played a good host
i left the club at 3, someone was watching me
i turned around to see there was no ghost
in one-nine-seven-three, the feds were following me
they chased me up and down the east coast
my boss said “sign this plea or we’ll kill your family”
so what was i supposed to do?
an angel told me “son, you’d better be more bold”
“or else you’ll do what you’re told ’til you’re too old…” (to notice)
that the ones who made the rules, they’re just a bunch of fools
they’re after all the same women as you
so i departed from my home cuz it was time to roam
i went to every bar on the east coast
i sampled every drink ’til i was on the brink
of falling headfirst to the floor
because god was on my side, decide to let it ride
i swallowed cyanide and i died…
amen for the g-men cuz they soothe my soul
they won the super bowl by a field goal
a little bitta booze just fuels the fire
a little bitta grass can get us higher
the night is coming right down to the wire
need a little bitta ass tonight (that’s right)
i’ll need a little bitta ass tonight
just a little bitta booze fuels words unspoken
societal constraints will soon be broken
you won’t get all my dough, just take this token
need a little bit of ass tonight…
i’ll need a little bit of ass tonight…
(here doggy doggy)
‘socratic saga’
ooh, socrates he done done died
adan moving, going back to the monastery
know he’ll miss his mommy now
(‘duck duck goose’ spoof:)
men…men…boy…
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(open the following links in ‘new window’)
Ithen use ‘spectacle’ to evenly split screen in half)
(chords / lyrics)
(sonic extensions / lyrical scraps)
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*key*
*time signature*
*tempo*
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*INTRO*
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*SONIC SNAPSHOTS*
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*MANTRAS*
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*FREE-FORM CHANTS*
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*OUTRO*
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👈👈👈☜*“KNIGHTS OF COLUMBUS”* ☞ 👉👉👉
*THE SONG*
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💕💝💖💓🖤💙🖤💙🖤💙🖤❤️💚💛🧡❣️💞💔💘❣️🧡💛💚❤️🖤💜🖤💙🖤💙🖤💗💖💝💘
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🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥*we won the war* 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥