MAGGOT BRAIN by Funkadelic, new words by Joel Sattler

[based on the guitar masterpiece by Eddie Hazel]

Way back, back in 1968

I was touched by the hand of fate

thrown into space out beyond the far

flying on my telecaster guitar

Out in the streets

cities began to burn

I had to wait and wait and wait

until it was my turn

Up on the stage

my fingers felt the rage

I stood with my back to the band

when the solo began

I started soft and low

deep in the heart below

building up the tower

feeling the ultimate power 

The band slipped away

watching from the edge of the stage

while the rhythm guitar

let me capture the star

And as I soared

the crowd wanted more more more

so I let go

lost all conscious control 

And through the strings

I made the angels sing

I made them bleed

all that I need

Nobody tried

to stop me as I cried

out beyond fear

face full of tears 

The people stood

as if they could not move

I did all that I could

I had something to prove 

Was this a dream?

Was this more than it seemed?

Not so deep as a well

but twill serve as the opposite of Hell

I didn’t know

how far I could go

how it was I could be

inside of a sound so wild and so free 

And I didn’t know when

I could ever go this far again

didn’t want it to end

didn’t want it to end

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