It began as the GODFATHER OF MATH, evolved into the GOODFATHER OF MATH. Now this. Go figure...

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The kind of humor I like is the thing that makes me laugh for five seconds and think for ten minutes = G. CARLIN...Stain glass, engraved glass, frosted glass
–give me plain glass = JOHN FOWLES ... Music is the mathematics of the gods=PYTHAGORAS ... Nothing is more fluid than language = R. L. SWIHART
I cannot live without the oxygen of laughter = DAWN POWELL ... !!! ... But laughter cannot survive without the hydrogen of gravitas = PAUL OLIVERIO
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Thursday, May 12, 2016

Chuck Berry's CENSORED Song About The KKK ≈ 1962

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Old boy he ran
a little stop sign in the south.
And he got in deeper trouble
with his mouth.

They wouldn't let him
 phone or make a bail.
Just let him sit there
in that Delford County jail.
 
It wuden't me, it wuden't me

I'm so glad it wuden't me

No phone, no bail, no plea

Oh, I'm so glad it wuden't me
 
He had to break out
of that Delford County jail.

They put a Grand Dragon
posse on his trail.

And seven Alabama
bloodhounds in a line,

Buckin' and barkin'
for a bite of his behind.
 
It wuden't me, it wuden't me

I'm so glad it wudn't me

Hung posses ain't my cup o'tea

Oh, I'm so glad it wuden't me
 
He was streakin' through
the Delta double three.
But them hungry hounds
was gainin' on his lee.

His feet was playin'
"Louisiana Bound"

Lord, you help me pick 'em up, 
I'll put 'em down!
(Amen)
 
It wuden't me, it wuden't me

I'm so glad it wuden't me

Prayin' ain't no sure guarantee

Oh, I'm so glad it wuden't me
 
He was streakin' through
the Delta, stridin' wide.
But that leadin' hound
was meters from his hide.

Lord, bless my feet,
don't let 'em go corrupt.

I'll lay 'em down as fast
as you can pick 'em up.
 
It wuden't me, it wuden't me

I'm so glad it wuden't me

Just meters from a canine jubilee

Oh, I'm so glad it wuden't me
 
He reached a highway
through the thicket on the side.

Then a trucker came along
and let him ride.

But as he settled down
to thank him for no harm.
He saw a swasti-KKK
band on his arm.
 
That's when he knew he had
to get on help his self.

'Stead if sittin' pinnin' 
it on somebody else.

He hung a left into 
that thicket 'cross the fence.

And ain't nobody ever sawed 
or seen him since!
 
It wuden't me, it wuden't me

I'm so glad it wuden't me

It ain't quite my kinda cup o' tea
Chuck Berry
⬇︎⬇︎
 
WUDEN'T ME
is not to be confused with
"It Wasn't Me"
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In 1962 or '63
in the days of John Kennedy

Never would the powers that be
ever let a black Rock n' Roll-ee...

Have anything
bad to say
about the south
or the KKK

especially when his lyrics border
with quality as good as Cole Porter

A black badmouthing the KKK–
absolutely no way!

The idea would be obscene
just let him sing about
Maybelline

Or just as good...

let Chuck talk about 
Johnny B. Good! 

Paul
Oliverio 
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