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It's a rainy night in Brixton D. Wayne |
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Why are you taking me downtown? |
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I brought you down here for a reason, Larry |
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you've been a faithful little reverend |
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due in the mountain of dessiminating the dope music to people all over the world |
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but I haven't been wholly straightforward with you Larry |
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but tonight, I think you're about to move a stage further in my twelve step plan which you have fought so diligently |
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yeah, brother |
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let me look in the bag |
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then unrolled your fingers |
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black cat bone |
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some rats leap out the bag |
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to join the cutthroat |
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now lets take a little touch of this |
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a little touch of this |
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gimmie that dixie bottle you're holdin' there |
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put some of this in there |
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mix it up real good |
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now you drink that down, Larry |
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tell me how you feel |
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oh, I feel goddamn weird D. Wayne |
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do you feel the spirit? |
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I feel the spirit comin' to me |
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are you changin' Larry? |
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I can change |
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are you changin' from what you once were? |
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I can change, man I can change |
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you have the power to do as the Lord does |
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and remember Larry God has power |
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God has power |
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and if one does as God does enough times |
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you will become as God is |
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feel the spirit movin' through you, Larry |
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as we go back |
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back to the beat of the heart |
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back to me and you, Larry |
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now sing me a sad, sweet spiritual |
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in that mornin' |
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I wanna be walkin' yeah |
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I wanna be walkin' on |
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I wanna be |
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walking on to glory, yeah |
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on line of horizons I can see |
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city lights are shining, yeah |
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shining like diamonds |
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Lord I believe I'm coming home |
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guitar |
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you gotta help me now |
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you gotta help me now |
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you see I looked for the light in the words of Saint Matthew |
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took the heed of the call to come and congregate |
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I got me a ticket for that gospel train |
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but Lord it got to the station just a little too late |
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but into the night I went looking for angels |
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only to find that I was walking alone |
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searchin' the line for some sign of salvation, Lord |
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but I found none |
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Mississippi guitar |
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you've gotta help me now |
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some brother |
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some sister |
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somebody |
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you've gotta help me now |
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I buried my bible at the back of the bar room |
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I bought me a bottle |
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jukebox played Jerry Lee |
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I stumbled and staggered in the heat of the moonshine |
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a whole lot of shakin' goin' on in me |
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up in the skies thunder is rollin' |
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river is running to bed down below |
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I'm gonna raise up my hands |
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sing all the sweets of the cale |
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it's comin', comin' on strong, now |
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so help me, now |
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you gotta help me now |
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you gotta help me now |
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you gonna help me now? |
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Hear that D. Wayne? |
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I can feel brother |
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I got that gospel swing |
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I got that golden gate quartet on my turntable |
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gospel music gonna let me swing |
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I'm gonna get down on here to Jackson |
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gonna get down on my knees |
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I'm gonna get down to five miles in Alabama |
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'cause tonight gospel music gonna set me free |
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gospel music |
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gonna set me free |
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sweet pretty acid house gospel music |
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it's gonna set me free |
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'till the morning watch me now, i'm gonna be walkin'.... |
