A parting shot on Thanksgiving 2012. I'm thankful that Sly is still alive, even if he's more or less living in a van down by the river:
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One of the first blog-based books, the anthology Special Plans examines Feith's role in misleading America into war. Buy from Amazon and William, James & Co.
True greatness. As well as being one of the very bottoms of the funk, this lyric is one of the best in the history of American music:
Lookin' at the devil
Grinnin' at his gun
Fingers start shakin'
I begin to run
Bullets start chasin'
I begin to stop
We begin to wrestle
I was on the top
Using "start" and "begin" strikingly slows down the terrifying images. Perhaps the most terrifying of these images is Sly welcoming a death match with the Devil. This might explain how Sly ended up in that van.
"Many things on my mind/Words in the way" is awfully awesome as well.
Posted by: centerfielddj | November 23, 2012 at 12:30