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Song Parodies -> "Thugs in Black Jackboots"
Original Song Title:
"Nights in White Satin (Late Lament)"
(MP3)Original Performer:
The Moody Blues
Parody Song Title:
"Thugs in Black Jackboots"
Parody Written by:
Patrick McWilliams
The Lyrics
I have never really liked "Nights in White Satin". Though it is a song about passionate love, it has always sounded to me like a funeral dirge. Tommy Turtle's brief peek out of his shell yesterday has inspired me to do something with this morbid melody. What could be more funereal than the government's plan to enslave us in a new world order? I wrote my version directly into my trusty spiral notebook, while looking at an online lyrics site, a technique I have not used before. A one take wonder. Wonder what all the nouveau nattering nabobs of negativity who just showed up here in the last couple of days will think of this.
Thugs in black jackboots, Constitution to bend
Bureaucrats reading every email you send
Real threats are overlooked, but who's keeping score?
Sworn to conceal truth, they can't say anymore
But they watch you, yes they watch you, all day they watch you
Spying on people, in every land
Wish I knew some language they can't understand
Try to assure us, acts they cannot defend
If they really want you, you'll be nailed in the end
And they watch you, and harrass you
Then they'll drone you, oh, oh, then they'll drone you
Thugs in black flak vests, have arrived at your door
Flashblangs exploded, with a deafening roar
Laser sights never miss, they take you away
"Where am I going"? Refusing to say
'cause they've got you, yes they've got you
Now-ow they've got you. My, my, they've got you
They have caught you, yes they've caught you
Oh no, they've caught you, now they have got you
Breathe deep
The cyanide fume
Watch life fade
From Liberty's tomb
Low-info people
Wake up and lament
Reistance is futile
Give up dissent
Imprisoned subjects
Wrestle for food
Hungry man's cry for bread
Does no good
New mother fondles
The corpse of her son
Should have fought harder
When we were young
Stone-hearted Beast
That rules the world
Red is the banner
Now unfurled
White is black and
Black is white
And they decide
What is right
And
Peace is an illusion
Bureaucrats reading every email you send
Real threats are overlooked, but who's keeping score?
Sworn to conceal truth, they can't say anymore
But they watch you, yes they watch you, all day they watch you
Spying on people, in every land
Wish I knew some language they can't understand
Try to assure us, acts they cannot defend
If they really want you, you'll be nailed in the end
And they watch you, and harrass you
Then they'll drone you, oh, oh, then they'll drone you
Thugs in black flak vests, have arrived at your door
Flashblangs exploded, with a deafening roar
Laser sights never miss, they take you away
"Where am I going"? Refusing to say
'cause they've got you, yes they've got you
Now-ow they've got you. My, my, they've got you
They have caught you, yes they've caught you
Oh no, they've caught you, now they have got you
Breathe deep
The cyanide fume
Watch life fade
From Liberty's tomb
Low-info people
Wake up and lament
Reistance is futile
Give up dissent
Imprisoned subjects
Wrestle for food
Hungry man's cry for bread
Does no good
New mother fondles
The corpse of her son
Should have fought harder
When we were young
Stone-hearted Beast
That rules the world
Red is the banner
Now unfurled
White is black and
Black is white
And they decide
What is right
And
Peace is an illusion
I guess I should really wonder what the National Security Agency thinks of this parody. I expect I'll be hearing from them soon. Flashbang: a giant firecracker the JBT's get to play with, which the peasants are not allowed to have. A standard accompaniment to every door busting party, whether needed or not. Known to start fires that consume a lot of inconvenient evidence.
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Looks like I just received a copy of the Unobomber Manifesto.
It's a shot across your bow, Patrick. Watch yourself
I may not agree with your sentiment, but I think we can both agree there's at least one 1s ahole prowling and polluting the site. At least the turd(s) appear(s) to be ecumenical in his/her/their aholishness.
The unobomber is a bit late. There hasn't been anywhere near the activity this site used to enjoy. I was so glad to see Tommy yesterday. He has all but retired, as have most of the first tier and even second tier writers. The new writers don't get the coaching and encouragement that used to come with posting on AIR. Some of them have potential, but not when all they see are negativistic comments based on someone else's differences in political views or appreciation of subject matter. Tommy and Robert Arndt have both been exceptionally critical of these anonymous attackers, challenging them to produce something of their own for the rest of us to judge. I'm not holding my breath, at least not in anticipation of their entries.
This is probably the most somber parody I've seen you write. Fits the somber mood of the original very nicely. Nice write.
In my opinion , you wrote a perfect parody....and you chose the right tune too....
A charitable assessment of the current situation, Warren.
The meaning of music lies primarily in the melody. Compare "Nights in White Satin", a sensuous love song, with Barry Manilow's "Copacabana", a bright, bouncy little song about two people in love, who encounter violence, one is dead or in jail, the other lives on as a solitary alcoholic. Or my oft-cited example of "Hallelujah", a song often performed at public events for which the lyrics are entirely inappropriate. Glad you caught the effect I was trying to achieve with the use of this tune.
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