Super Bad
Gone the towering inferno of deep-pocket soul grooves
Caped ‘til the last breath, scattering into the ether
Everything in the world seems to stop
When King Kinetic puts down his scepter
And sleeps forever
Thank you for the deep-pocket soul groove
Thank you for pounding sleek honeyfunk
Thank you for the neck-twitch nonstop on the one
Thank you for the rhythm, for screeches of ecstasy
Thank you, Godfather
You go ahead and take it to the bridge
You go ahead and do your thing
You go ahead and let the funk settle in
You go ahead and rest your bones
The one who built churches and palaces
Brick by brick on every stage he boog-larized
Sleeps
A record, tacit in its sleeve
But we’ll throw it on and on until the grooves wear out
As we melt into the hot black wax
Forever
James Brown, 1933-2006
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