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The Subject Was Faggots

๐Ÿ‘ค Gil Scott-Heron โ€ข ๐ŸŽผ The Revolution Begins: The Flying Dutchman Masters โ€ข โฑ๏ธ 3:11
๐ŸŽต 1819 characters
โฑ๏ธ 3:11 duration
๐Ÿ†” ID: 443898

๐Ÿ“œ Lyrics

We'd like to do a poem, if I can find it
Called, called "The subject was faggots"
Wait a minute. Yeah, yeah, Charlie's arms can hold out we're gonna do it
Because it came up one night
When I caught myself going to a dance
Going to a dance that was being held on 34th street 8th avenue
I'm sure you're all aware, what famous, what famous dance houses they have there
And I was standing outside, not being cool huh
Trying to find out who was going to go in, you know, that I'd figure I'd be able to talk to
And they were holding a faggot ball in the next half of the building
So I got kinda confused and I had to sit down and write this poem

The subject was faggots
And the quote was
Ain't nothing happening but

Faggots and dope
Faggots and dope
Faggots and faggots and faggots
Who lying
Dot, dot, dot, dot, dot
Like that

34th street and 8th avenue
Giggling and grinning and prancing and shit
Trying their best to see the
Misses and miseries and miscellaneous misfits
Who were just about to attend the faggot ball

Faggots who had come to ball
Faggots who had come to ball
Faggots who were balling
Because they could not get their balls inside the faggot hall
Balling, balling, ball-less, faggots
Cutie, cootie and snootie faggots
I mean you just had to dig it
To dig it

The crowning attraction being the arrival
Of Miss Brooklyn
Looking like a half-act in a miniskirt
With swan feathers covering his or her, uh, its pectorals and balls
As she, uh, he, uh, it
Prepared to enter the faggot ball

But sitting on the corner, digging all that I did
As I did
Long, long, black limousines
And long, flowing evening gowns
Had there been no sign on the door saying
"Faggot ball"
I might have entered
And God only knows just what would have happened

The subject was faggots
I'm glad you made it, Charlie, I'm glad you made it

โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics

[00:00.14] We'd like to do a poem, if I can find it
[00:04.42] Called, called "The subject was faggots"
[00:13.32] Wait a minute. Yeah, yeah, Charlie's arms can hold out we're gonna do it
[00:21.56] Because it came up one night
[00:23.56] When I caught myself going to a dance
[00:27.15] Going to a dance that was being held on 34th street 8th avenue
[00:32.01] I'm sure you're all aware, what famous, what famous dance houses they have there
[00:39.97] And I was standing outside, not being cool huh
[00:44.92] Trying to find out who was going to go in, you know, that I'd figure I'd be able to talk to
[00:50.79] And they were holding a faggot ball in the next half of the building
[00:55.93] So I got kinda confused and I had to sit down and write this poem
[00:59.34]
[01:12.83] The subject was faggots
[01:15.77] And the quote was
[01:19.10] Ain't nothing happening but
[01:21.20] Faggots and dope
[01:23.51] Faggots and dope
[01:25.42] Faggots and faggots and faggots
[01:27.72] Who lying
[01:29.10] Dot, dot, dot, dot, dot
[01:33.59] Like that
[01:34.76] 34th street and 8th avenue
[01:38.46] Giggling and grinning and prancing and shit
[01:42.34] Trying their best to see the
[01:44.21] Misses and miseries and miscellaneous misfits
[01:47.97] Who were just about to attend the faggot ball
[01:51.91] Faggots who had come to ball
[01:55.42] Faggots who had come to ball
[01:58.94] Faggots who were balling
[02:00.64] Because they could not get their balls inside the faggot hall
[02:06.51] Balling, balling, ball-less, faggots
[02:10.05] Cutie, cootie and snootie faggots
[02:13.38] I mean you just had to dig it
[02:15.53] To dig it
[02:17.06] The crowning attraction being the arrival
[02:19.85] Of Miss Brooklyn
[02:22.20] Looking like a half-act in a miniskirt
[02:25.43] With swan feathers covering his or her, uh, its pectorals and balls
[02:31.76] As she, uh, he, uh, it
[02:34.17] Prepared to enter the faggot ball
[02:38.35] But sitting on the corner, digging all that I did
[02:41.76] As I did
[02:42.90] Long, long, black limousines
[02:46.57] And long, flowing evening gowns
[02:49.43] Had there been no sign on the door saying
[02:52.10] "Faggot ball"
[02:53.77] I might have entered
[02:54.85] And God only knows just what would have happened
[03:04.02] The subject was faggots
[03:05.50] I'm glad you made it, Charlie, I'm glad you made it
[03:09.55]

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