We Interrupt this Blog for a Moment of Hypermorality… Funky Hypermorality

January 17, 2005

If liberals are going to start importing religious language into their lexicon, I’d commend to them the following theological reading from Brother Curtis Mayfield, a reading that quite strangely appears impossible to find in full on the internet, and so I was forced to transcribe it myself.


"(Don’t Worry) If There’s A Hell Below, We’re All Going To Go"

by Curtis Mayfield

As performed on Curtis (Rhino Records, 1970)

(Spoken by a women)

Last night, I was so depressed.  And I broke out the Bible. And I turned to the Book of Revelations.  And if people would just get and read the Bible and read the Book of Revelations, they’d really turn around and straighten up.   This is all we need to do: is just get the Good Book and read it and put it into everyday life.

(Declaimed by a preacher)

Sisters!

Niggas!

Whiteys!

Jews!

Crackers!

Don’t worry.

If there’s hell below,

we’re all

gonna go.

(Musical screams)

Aaaaahhhh!

(Sung by Mr. Mayfield)

Sisters,

brothers and the whiteys,

blacks and the crackers,

police and their backers,

they’re all political actors.

Hurry,

people running from their worries

while the judge and his juries

dictate the law that’s partly flawed.

Catcalling,

loveballing, fussing, and a-cussing.

Top-billing now is killing.

For peace no one is willing.

Kinda make you get that feeling.

Everybody smoke.

Use the pill and the dope.

Educated fools,

from uneducated schools.

Pimpin’ people is the rule.

Polluted water in the pool.

And Nixon talking about, “Don’t worry.”

He say, “Don’t worry.”

He say, “Don’t worry.”

He say, “Don’t worry.”

But they don’t know.

There can be no show.

And if there’s hell below,

we’re all gonna go.

Everybody praying.

And everybody saying.

But when come time to do,

everybody’s laying.

Just talking about, “Don’t worry.”

They say, “Don’t worry.”

They say, “Don’t worry.”

They say, “Don’t worry.”

(Instrumental)

Sisters,

brothers and the whiteys,

blacks and the crackers,

police and their backers,

they’re all political actors.

Smoke.

The pill and the dope.

Educated fools,

from uneducated schools.

Pimpin’ people is the rule.

Polluted water in the pool.

And everybody’s saying, “Don’t worry.”

They say, “Don’t worry.”

They say, “Don’t worry.”

They say, “Don’t worry.”

But they don’t know.

There can be no show.

And if there’s hell below,

we’re all gonna go.

Lord, what we gonna do?

(Instrumental)

Tell me what we’re gonna do

if everything I say is true.

This ain’t no way it oughta be.

If only all the masses could see.

But they keep talking about, “Don’t worry.”

They say, “Don’t worry.”

They say, “Don’t worry.”

They say, “Don’t worry.”

(Feedback, with drums and bass, fading out)

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