Song #17 – Hot Sh!t 4eva
Splendiferously bubbling heart goobers! It’s a great delight to finish this one. This started at a 23 Psaegz rehearsal sometime late last year. We were once a very large band, but in recent months we’ve been going through changes, sometimes smaller rehearsals have led to strange collaborations like this one. There were four of us, I think, Laura Lee Jones, Joseph Schmidlin, Brett Gobe, Reilly Cook and myself (though my memory imagines one more person there). We made this funny waltz in 7. If that weren’t strange enough, my friend Dan Sieradski of the Self Agency (without whom, this website would not exist) and I were having a conversation regarding the nature of hip hop. He said to me hip hop must be in 4/4 time. I challenged him and said that hip hop simply hasn’t had much stuff in odd time signatures, but it doesn’t HAVE to be in 4/4. He disagreed vehemently. I had to meet the challenge, and how better than with a waltz in 7?? This one is kind of a 7/4 waltz, well actually it’s in 7/8 at 78bpm, haha. I think I’ve risen to the challenge. Hopefully you all will agree. I think it’s worked out amazingly. Supreme inspiration comes from visiting unknown worlds. I hope you’ll enjoy it! There’s reference to a tape I made about 30 years ago with a friend, my first recorded compositions under the title, “Masters of the Universe.” I probably have the only surviving copy of that stuff (thankfully). I hope this one will put a smile on your face. My thoughts and prayers go out to the folks struggling in Baltimore and Nepal this week.
Hot Sh!t 4eva – © ⓟ 2014 Seth Faergolzia, ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
Hot Shit, foreva
Hot shit, oh! Alright
Hot Shit Foreva!
Woowoowoo
Hot Shit, yeah! Foreva!
Yeah yeah yeah
This is not hip-hop
Who let that beat drop?
Who dropped the beat?
That wasn’t me.
I been making music since I was 3
Writing rhymes since I’s a teen
Day of LL, Fatboys, Run DMC
Later Public Enemy
Recorded my first demo, “Masters of the Universe” in a karaoke mall booth
Hadn’t even got me last adult tooth yet
But that’s youth, Brett
They grab ahold and do without a clue.
Hot Shit, foreva
Hot shit, oh! Alright
Hot Shit Foreva!
Woowoowoo
Hot Shit, yeah! Foreva!
Yeah yeah yeah
Yeah Yeah
When I get an A for thinking
It’s not like I did anything
I was like, “Kafoolduboppylee duffle, Kafoolduboppylee duffle!”
I said, “Kafoolduboppylee duffle”
They said, “Hot Shit, Yeah”
I was like, “not hot yet”
I was just getting started
Building this mechanized heart of gold
Just wait till I’m old
That shit will unfold
Splendiferously bubbling with butterfly shoulders
and trousers of cloud unfurling
Like they plowed the sky with giant horse drawn jacuzzis on maximum spin
You win, my twin, let it begin, ain’t no sin, just dive in, let it begin
You win, my friend, let it begin, ain’t no sin, just dive in, let it begin, my friend
Hot Shit, foreva
Hot shit, oh! Alright
Hot Shit Foreva!
Woowoowoo
Hot Shit, yeah! Foreva!
Yeah yeah yeah
I’m seeing double
Troubled inside
Thoughts collide
a husband and bride
Full of narcissistic pride
how far is this ride?
I wanta get off
I hack and cough
I’m actin’ rough
I puff my chest and raise my shoulders up
I ain’t no pup, I am a dog
I poop a log
The Bane of Paul Bunyan
The rain that made you run in
The pain that put your thumb in
Your mouth is always running
But not a word of it is cunning
It’s like drool from a fool
Forming a pool atop the Bunyan Stool
I sometimes think it sounds like a muppet singing,
“Kafoolduboppylee duffle, Kafoolduboppylee duffle!”
Hot Shit, foreva
Hot shit, oh! Alright
Hot Shit Foreva!
Woowoowoo
Hot Shit, yeah! Foreva!
Yeah yeah yeah