Freaky Be Funky

by Ghosty Boy

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muserachelrose Why do I love this simple everything Ghosty touches is music gold to my funky soul! Keep up the good work man! Much love xoxox Favorite track: Play with Fire (Home).
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1.
Introduction (The Stump Speech) (Ghosty) Di Sevrin: Ladies and Gentlemen Lovers and Fighters Could you please welcome to the stage That funky freak himself The one... The only... ...Ghosty Boy Ghosty: Yeah said I'm kicking back in my rocking chair Oh so cynically I stare at these charlatans spinning their webs upon the screen Yeah I've seen them come I've seen them go Like actors at the Broadway show But I But I know better than to let them get to me But then I see this kid Step up to the microphone and I swear He looks me straight up in the eye Yeah through the tubes and through the screen in my living room and I do believe that there uh... ...There just might be something to this guy He said "Is anybody out there fed up with all the lies The broken promises and empty words?" He said "People, I am just like you Yeah I'm fucking pissed off too So if you're with me Then let your voice be heard..."
2.
Hijack this Generation (Ghosty) You are listening to Funk Rebel Radio Parental discretion is advised ...fire it up... People Are you ready For the dawn of a new age? Land-Ho! I'm gonna to write my name In gasoline Fire it up Yeah, burn baby Burn for me No looking back No exit here And we never say die Freak out No fear Ripping off record companies And bringing the industry to it's knees Rob from the rich And give to the bored Breaking the stereotypes And taking the world by storm Seven black rogues From seven bad dreams And what began as A band of vigilantes became A party of rebels A family of freaks So come along now Sing a song with me All my freak brothers All my freak sisters All the freak punks And all the freak bitches All the freak boys And all the freak girls And all the freaky people All around the world Let's Hijack this Generation Hijack this Generation Seven black rogues From seven red stars And we never look back Because the future is ours Hell yeah I put my faith in the funk Freak out, no fear We can take these punks Deconstruct corporate infastructure The old ways are done And your days are numbered We're breaking it down So look out below Freak out, no fear Yeah, here we go All my freak brothers All my freak sisters All the freak punks And all the freak bitches All the freak boys And all the freak girls And all the freaky people All around the world Let's Hijack this Generation Hijack this Generation Now we have A voice of our own In the lines of communication We were silenced by the empire But the day of defiance has come Reject your cynical legacy We're making our own That's why we're taking control Of this generation Hijack this generation Freak out No fear Yeah, Here we go
3.
War On Drugs 05:08
War on Drugs (Ghosty) I said the war on drugs Ain't nothing but a racket, man It keeps the poor kids poor And it keeps the black kids down It keeps the power corrupt It keeps the pigs good and fat While the poor kids go to prison The upper class is kicking back Go Said I've been thinking about the way That the planet spins And I've been thinking About this fucked up world we live in And I've been thinking about them Locking up all these poor black thugs And now I'm thinking its time to talk About the war on drugs Cause the problem is As it seems to be Speaking strictly statistically 3 out of 4 drug offenders Sent to prison are black Now could you tell me, brother What the fuck is up with that? And about 1 out of 5 Prisoners in the US are drug offenders And at least half of those arrests Are pot-smokers Man I can't believe They still lock people up For smoking weed Now tell me why the fuck You want to throw A harmless marijuana smoker Into prison Man, it's embarrassing But I guess that's justice In the land of the free Cause the War on drugs Ain't nothing but a racket man It keeps the poor kids poor And it keeps the black kids down It keeps the power corrupt It keeps the pigs good and fat And while the poor kids go to prison The upper class is kicking back We're taking it back We're taking it back We're taking it back now to 1936 Does anybody remember refer madness? Now get this: Apparently weed is the reason That white women get raped By Satanic jazz musicians And if think it's cause People were stupid back then Well the fact is The propaganda started a trend That continues now To this very day Fear and racism That's the way that they Manipulate the public Toward mass paranoia Now fast forward to that Special message Nixon signed Back in 1969 And so the war on drugs was born And billions of tax dollars blown The prison population in the states explodes Set those people free They ain't criminals Cause the war on drugs Ain't nothing but a racket man It keeps the poor kids poor And it keeps the black kids down It keeps the power corrupt It keeps the pigs good and fat While the poor kids go to prison The upper class is kicking back Well just set them free Well it's all over now Justice has prevailed Looks like that War on Drugs has failed Let's be real for a minute, man What's the score? Looks like there's more drugs now Then there ever was before So let's Light that Victory joint up now Take a hit brother Pass it around I said I dedicate the drugs I'm about to do To the cops and the preachers And the judges too To the politicians and the CIA To the baby boomers with one foot in the grave The paranoid parents and the teachers too Heads up, light it up This blunts for you So let's pop these pills And drop these shrooms Let's take these shots And drink this booze Let's hit these lines up just for fun No, we don't stop Until the party's done And the sun comes up And the guests are gone Except one dude passed out on the lawn But we're winning the war Its a brand new day So fuck it, light up It's time to celebrate
4.
Protest Music (Ghosty/Matt Bass) Ghosty: The Black rogues are back again Kicking. Fucking. Ass. Playing it with the fire of the sonic defiance Funk V The brotherhood The alliance The world will be what we make it We aint gonna get kicked around by Redneck racist assholes Fuck 'em Bury them all When we be kicking out them rebel songs Come on Protest music Turn it up, Spread the word Porno music Turn it up, Spread the word Pyro music Turn it up, Spread the word Di Sevrin and Ghosty: I said I want to see chaos Fire in the streets A bunch of funky motherfuckers Rioting to the beat Not the redneck rythym of the police baton But a better, brighter, prouder rebel song White boy coming with the V I G I L A N T E Revolutionary Yo Fuck the industry Just let your soul fly free Protest music Turn it up, Spread the word Pyro music Turn it up, Spread the word Porno music Turn it up, Spread the word It's Vigilante music Turn it up, Spread the word Let me tell you something: Man, these talking heads on the television screen They're just there to spread lies and propaganda And sell you another one of their dumbass wars Or sell you another one of their phony fucking elections These motherfuckers are never gonna come clean Ever. Protest music Turn it up, Spread the word Pyro music Turn it up, Spread the word Porno music Turn it up, Spread the word Yeah Protest music Turn it up, Spread the word Protest Music (Ghosty/Matt Bass) Ghosty: The Black rogues are back again Kicking. Fucking. Ass. Playing it with the fire of the sonic defiance Funk V The brotherhood The alliance The world will be what we make it We aint gonna get kicked around by Redneck racist assholes Fuck 'em Bury them all When we be kicking out them rebel songs Come on Protest music Turn it up, Spread the word Porno music Turn it up, Spread the word Pyro music Turn it up, Spread the word Di Sevrin and Ghosty: I said I want to see chaos Fire in the streets A bunch of funky motherfuckers Rioting to the beat Not the redneck rythym of the police baton But a better, brighter, prouder rebel song White boy coming with the V I G I L A N T E Revolutionary Yo Fuck the industry Just let your soul fly free Protest music Turn it up, Spread the word Pyro music Turn it up, Spread the word Porno music Turn it up, Spread the word It's Vigilante music Turn it up, Spread the word Let me tell you something: Man, these talking heads on the television screen They're just there to spread lies and propaganda And sell you another one of their dumbass wars Or sell you another one of their phony fucking elections These motherfuckers are never gonna come clean Ever. Protest music Turn it up, Spread the word Pyro music Turn it up, Spread the word Porno music Turn it up, Spread the word Yeah Protest music Turn it up, Spread the word
5.
White Devils 05:46
White Devils (Ghosty) Well I'm a white boy In a black uniform And I'm a blues song From a time long gone And life is short But I'm not sure If the devil will be waiting At the end of the song So we blaze on Riding through the streets tonight And we watch the city Burn by the starlight And we dance with the devil By the pale moonlight And we ride on And we ride high So get ready my rebels For bad cops and white devils Bury your god We're going to burn that flag Everybody, rise up rebels On we ride And it's been a long, long day And I got a lot of regrets And my god Have you forgotten about your subjects? And it's been a rough week Man I've had a tough year I'm so tired Of trying to pretend I belong here And I could tell you stories Brother, that you wouldn't believe Man, I've known amazing people I've done crazy things And I'm going to tell my tale now Cause I might not have long Because the devil could be waiting At the end of the song So we blaze on Riding through the streets tonight And we watch the city burn By the starlight And we dance with the devil Brother, I believe That we can ride on And ride free So get ready my rebels For bad cops and white devils Bury your god Were going to burn that flag Everybody rise up Rebels, on we ride Well I said this life Has been one crazy messed up ride Wherever I go in this world It's been do or die Whatever I want Nothing ever comes without a fight And so we ride on And we ride high I swindled millions But I got away with every dime I've been a villain But believe me Brother I've done my time I've been a player All the world's a stage From Vaudeville to Broadway And I've been a dealer In my younger days Selling beats and rhymes Lullabyes and cocaine Yeah, I've been broke And I've seen hard times But a beggar He don't pay for a piece of mind And I've seen peace And I've seen war I've seen that angel When she washed up upon the shore Yes, I've known amazing people I've done crazy things, baby I've known love And the pain it brings And I swayed at the end of the hangman's rope Yes I've been a heartbreaker and I've had mine broke Sewed the pieces back together like some freaky Frankenstein Now I'm a punk rock prophet in a suit and tie And if redemption is in a song then maybe this one is mine So lover come along And meet me on the other side Because were doomed to die But baby, come that day I'll look the devil in the eye and he'll hear me say That we blazed on Riding through the streets all night And we watched the city burn By the starlight And we're sick and tired of fighting Brother I believe That we can ride on And ride free Yeah we blazed on Riding through that street all night And we watched the world burn By the firelight And we rise Like angels into the sky Grabbing at the Heavens Through the devil's lies So we blaze on Riding through the streets all night And we watch the city burn By the firelight So let's dance with the devil, baby I believe That we can ride on And we ride free So get ready my rebels For bad cops and white devils Bury your god Were going to burn that flag Everybody rise up Rebels on we ride Rebels, on we ride....
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The Stump Speech (Part II) (Ghosty) We got Judler, Nigel Strange, M-Bass Joshy B and of course my homegirl Di Ladies and gentleman, rich or poor Let me tell you: My campaign platform Is built on a foundation of honest lies Yeah kinky parties all day long Through the night let the raves roll on And we sugar coat it all with them fat basslines Yeah I promise Purple 3-piece suits And for the ladies Knee high leather boots Limo service from New York all the way to New Zealand Tax breaks for the lower class An 8-ball on every hookers ass And a disco ball on every ceiling
7.
Ghetto Blaster (Ghosty) Come up, come up Well the greatest day so far Was the day that I quit my job Cause I flipped my boss off Ditched him Walked off All cool and collected, calm Because I got my Ghetto Blaster And I'm feel I'm electrified I'm thinking maybe There's a better way to get by Come on Bless me with the fire Cuz I'm living it up, yeah Work for what I got And I'm not giving it up Protect me when I walk along these alleyways Hustling, I'm rushing I've been at it for days But the best was the star Shining in my sky Catch it in my fingers Like a firefly But the taxi's coming soon To take it all away And I'm waking up tommorow just wondering Just how loud could this ghetto blaster play? Build it up again She said this beat's the baddest Give me the pill and I'm lost in song Get up I feel I'm electrical Breaking up I can't make out beneath the static Get up I feel I'm electrical Get up I feel I'm electrical Hold up And let me tell you a tale about a younger me A broke punk with just a boombox and a dream But I got a bottomless will When a better man than I Once said "When you stop dreaming it's time to die" And I still I gotta long way to go I never give up or let up My will is my vehicle I'm refusing to fold because I'm choosing to feel the funky music that could heal my soul Look out Bless me with the fire Cuz I'm living it up, yeah Work for what I got And I'm not giving it up Protect me when I walk along these alleyways Hustling, I'm rushing I've been at it for days But the best was the star Shining in my sky Catch it in my fingers Like a firefly But the taxi's coming soon To take it all away And I'm waking up tommorow just wondering Just how loud could this ghetto blaster play? 1...2...3... Build it up again She said this beat's the baddest Give me the pill and I'm lost in song Get up I feel I'm electrical Breaking up I can't make out beneath the static Get up I feel I'm electrical Get up I feel I'm electrical ...making out beneath the static...
8.
Laundry Day 04:11
Laundry Day (Ghosty) Well I wake up in the morning About a quarter to ten And it's laundry day Imma do my laundry, man I'm sippin mocha trip on over to the laundromat But then my pulse stops Like the bomb just dropped What do I see? A girl Big blue eyes Beautiful down to her Black thigh highs And I'm feeling freaky So just for the hell of it I ask her "Do you mix the roughs in with the delicates?" She says Lily Fawn: "I like to mix it up I slip the black knickers in with the furry cuffs Spin cycle all the things back into the basket" "Wow, you're fucked up, But somewhat I find it attractive" Now I always say the wrong thing At just the wrong time So I ask her "Could you help me format my hard drive?" But who would of guessed The bitch said yes! But before we go Could you tell me something I just don't get? Why does freaky be funky be sexy? And why does sexy be funky be freaky? Said I Show up to her house about a quarter to 8 Got a pocket full of party favours Cause we'll be up late We're strokin and stripping and making out All the way on up to her room Now quiet on the set While I set the mood Lit so many candles It was like London 1666 Her pussy cat is watchin while we pour the whisky mix Hit the lights, draw the drapes Press record on the camera Holy fuck Her toybox is like a torture chamber On the floor her tank top And the black thigh highs It took a half a fucking hour To get the things untied I got my top hat, not certain what that's for But suddenly we hear a knock at the door It's like "Hey sis, I need to borrow your car" Hey yo, you like it where I'm going with the story so far? So she invited her in Lovely! The night can begin Oh good lord let the laundry spin Why does freaky be funky be sexy? Because sexy be funky be freaky Well why does sexy be funky be freaky? Because freaky be funky be sexy Wow. Oh god damn Good lord I confess Freaky baby she ain't faking man We're making a mess The pussy cat knocking over the candles And Whoa! "No, I don't know how the whisky bottle ended up in your asshole" "But Jesus Christ, This bed is on fire" "I know" "No, I mean for really fucking real The fucking bed is on fire, yo!" "Who cares, don't stop We're going all the way" Goddammit I love laundry I love laundry day I'm thinking every day Could be laundry day
9.
Big Gay Orgy in the Sky (Ghosty/J.Boudreau/J.Mackay/M.Bass/N.Strange) Good evening ladies and gentleman Tonight it is my pleasure to share with you A tale of justice, compassion and equality But most of all A tale of love Well I'd like to introduce our protagonist They call her Juliana But she just likes to go by Joe. She run away to get away from her daddy He's a self righteous homophobe But he can hide behind his bible Daddy says: There ain't no heaven for you, Joe If you're gonna want to keep Licking vagina And Joe says Lily Fawn: "Almighty Jesus Lord, tell me why Tell me why... Why do I feel this way? Where will I Go when I Die?" Well Joe she pray But she can't help the way She wants to be with Ali We all fear Hell But Ali smells like pot-pourri The sea And honey Well Jesus comes to To Joe's bedside And he says "Have no fear, my child" Jesus said "Don't worry Joe Because when you die We got a rainbow You can ride on" You know why? Cause it's a Big Gay Orgy Up in the sky In the sky Almighty Jesus loves you Loves you and I Said its a Big Gay Orgy Way, way up in the sky And we are all God's children And we are all the same And we are all God's children And we'll all be saved Because it's a big gay orgy Way, way up In the sky
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Sinners 03:58
Sinners (Ghosty/Judson Mackay/Matt Bass/Di Sevrin) Well there's devils in this city And there's devils in this room And there's a storm on the horizon And it'll be coming this way soon And all you bastards And sinners And sodomites And non-believers And cheaters Will see the light And God will damn you to suffer In the afterlife Lest you get on your knees and repent Oh lord Let that black sky light up Yes I preach the word of Jesus And I preach the word of God And those words come from an ancient book And that ancient book is law See all you bastards And sinners and sodomites And non-believers and cheaters Will see the light And God will damn you to suffer In the afterlife Lest you get on your knees And Repent! Oh lord Let the black sky light up Oh lord Light that black sky right up Di Sevrin: Black sheep and white sheep Rams, wolves and shepards of the flock Who among you are sinners? We have flown from the garden of Eden Let us feast upon this fruits of this land Follow me into temptation Lust for the flesh of thy neighbor Envy the fruits of their labor Succumb to the greed that glitters like gold Lavish in the excess of endless gluttony Revel in the sloth that decimates nations Take pride in all that you are Let us become our own salvation from judgement Ignite the waves that burn within your soul Destroy all that stands between us And our truest selves Black sheep White sheep Rams, wolves and shepards of the flock Who among you are sinners? Oh lord Let the black sky light up ...repent, repent...
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Play with Fire (Home) (Ghosty) She said My car won't start And my job just sucks And I think I hate my boyfriend Man I'm stressed out From living cheque to cheque My makeup's a mess Just like everything else And I'm so god damn disheartened But the shattered glass is gone from the floor From where she flipped out and snapped the night before But that red wine stain just won't come clean And she's trying not to scream Man, there's gotta be something better here for me Well we can Play in the Fire Let's dance in the storm And we'll never get tired And we'll never get bored And we'll never be lonely And we'll never grow old When we get home She said I smoke too much I think skinny jeans suck And I feel like I don't belong here And her daddy just called and said go back to school Cause you'll never make it as an artist She let a beat up vinyl record play And she close her eyes And she drift away And I just want to grab her by the hair And stare into her eyes and say That it doesn't have to be this way Well we can Play in the Fire Let's dance in the storm And we'll never get tired And we'll never get bored And we'll never go hungry And we'll never grow old When we get home We'll ride Saturn's rings And surf satellites And everything is going to be alright We'll live forever And we'll never die Until the stars explode in the sky Well we can Play in the Fire Let's dance in the storm And we'll never get tired And we'll never get bored And we'll never be lonely And we'll never grow old When we get home And we'll make love in a lake of fire and blood When we get home When we get home
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Never Say Die (Ghosty) Never give it my best when I sing No I reach deep And rip the words right out of my chest Ain't no rest for the wicked So wreck it like it's your last breath Cause every day that you live Could be the day of your death And yet I feel like I'm about to blow So I cock the shotgun Line the shot up let's go But when the music hits That's when I feel like I'm back in control Like I could reach through the speakers And just touch your soul And I feel no pain I fear nothing Never say die Living in poverty Growing up without a father go figure My father figures were freaks Rock stars and drug dealers Raised by music My mama's trying to pay rent Nearly lose it Thinking about the way that it went Dead broke Out on my ass Struggling with the addictions To sex Drugs Rock'n'roll Alcoholism Depression Feeling like my time is running out Suicidal Fuck it I'mma put the gun in my mouth And all the voices they say That it will be okay And I know its true Because I know I finally found the way Click. Bang! My brain becomes a blood stain I'll never have to feel anything ever again And I feel no pain I fear nothing Never say die When I sing Man I never give it my best I reach deep Rip the fucking lyrics out of my chest Every day that I live Could be the day of my death So I sing every song Like I'm singing it with my last breat But I'm stressed Man, I feel like I'm about to blow So I cock the shotgun Line the shot up Let's go But when the music hits Feels like I'm back in control Like I could reach through the speakers And just touch your soul That's why we play, that's why we entertain Cause in that moment we escape the pain And in that moment I'm no longer me And it's that moment when I'm finally free That's why we play That's why we entertain Cause in that moment We escape the pain And in that moment I'm no longer me And it's that moment when I'm finally free Never say die. Never Say Die (Ghosty) Never give it my best when I sing No I reach deep And rip the words right out of my chest Ain't no rest for the wicked So wreck it like it's your last breath Cause every day that you live Could be the day of your death And yet I feel like I'm about to blow So I cock the shotgun Line the shot up let's go But when the music hits That's when I feel like I'm back in control Like I could reach through the speakers And just touch your soul And I feel no pain I fear nothing Never say die Living in poverty Growing up without a father go figure My father figures were freaks Rock stars and drug dealers Raised by music My mama's trying to pay rent Nearly lose it Thinking about the way that it went Dead broke Out on my ass Struggling with the addictions To sex Drugs Rock'n'roll Alcoholism Depression Feeling like my time is running out Suicidal Fuck it I'mma put the gun in my mouth And all the voices they say That it will be okay And I know its true Because I know I finally found the way Click. Bang! My brain becomes a blood stain I'll never have to feel anything ever again And I feel no pain I fear nothing Never say die When I sing Man I never give it my best I reach deep Rip the fucking lyrics out of my chest Every day that I live Could be the day of my death So I sing every song Like I'm singing it with my last breat But I'm stressed Man, I feel like I'm about to blow So I cock the shotgun Line the shot up Let's go But when the music hits Feels like I'm back in control Like I could reach through the speakers And just touch your soul That's why we play, that's why we entertain Cause in that moment we escape the pain And in that moment I'm no longer me And it's that moment when I'm finally free That's why we play That's why we entertain Cause in that moment We escape the pain And in that moment I'm no longer me And it's that moment when I'm finally free Never say die.
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Angel Wings 04:20
Angel Wings (Ghosty) - Dedicated to Bria Magnin-Forster - Sweet little angel Fly on up to me Can't believe this cute thing No more than 18 She flutter She sparkle In that streetlight glow But this ain't no place for angels So take your sweet ass home She said Lily Fawn: I see the way you roll I see the way you ride I see a crooked road But you could be my guide There's a devil in your soul I see it in your eyes I'll be your Marilyn Monroe And never leave your side She said Teach me how to swim And teach me how to fly Baby kiss them angel wings goodbye Love is in the water, love is in the sky Baby kiss them angel wings goodbye Teach me how to roll and teach me how to ride Baby kiss them angel wings goodbye So welcome To the world of expensive thrills We got penthouses and Prada We got powders and bills We got rocks to make you pretty We got rocks to burn But you got bills to pay And a lot to learn But you said you like it Said you like it a lot Well come on now, sweet thing Cause we're on the clock And work it on that block Yeah, work it all night long You'd best have my cut Before the morning comes She said Teach me how to swim And teach me how to fly Baby kiss them angel wings goodbye Love is in the water, love is in the sky Baby kiss them angel wings goodbye Teach me how to roll and teach me how to ride Baby kiss them angel wings goodbye Baby Kiss them Angel wings Goodbye

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released October 13, 2018

Produced by Eric Hogg and Ghosty

Mixed and Mastered by Eric Hogg at Soma Sound
Drum Engineering by Adam Sutherland at Infinite Studios

Art design and concept by Ghosty and Di Sevrin
Graphic Design by William Beachy at Go Media
Additional Graphic Design by Evan Pine

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