"Cool Yule" genre: Spoken Word
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	Cool Yule tells of a visit from Old St Nick, to a funky pad on chrismas eve, adorned with Hammond B3 and punctuated by the traps. Recorded live at a night club in Boston during the last gasps of 2000, listen in on this improvizational beat reading of the classic "Night before Christmas" tale in the tradition of Toast Master Lord Buckly.With Zac Casher On Drums and Dave Lamina on Hammond B3
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	Story Behind the Song C'mon in and listen to a christmas story from the trio recorded live in one of Bostons Upholstered Sewers. It's a little fuzzy but more than a little bit funny, enjoy a true improvised moment of the spoken word and a few shared jokes with "the band". Lyrics Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the crib not a creature was stirring, now here's the ad lib.The socks were hung by the harth I confess,there were clothes everywear, the place was a mess; The cats were nestled all snug in their racks, drunk on there asses and flat on there backs ,with Roxie in her 'nightgown, and I in my cap, I Had just gotten rox to come sit on my lap. When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter, I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.Could it be old st Nick they say no cat is Bad-er? Away to the window I flew like a flash,Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash. I yelled out to Rox "hide the jewelry and cash"When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,But a red cadilac, and eight tiny reindeer,With a crazy old driver, so groovy and slick, I knew in a moment it must be St. Nick. .More nasty than sailors his curses they came, And he whistled, and shouted, and called them all names; Now, Dasher! now, Dancer! Now, Prancer and Vixen!On, Comet! On Cupid! On, Donner and Blitzen! To the top of the condo! to the top of the wall!Now dash away! dash away! dash away all! And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof The prancing and pawing of each little hoof. As I drew out my gun and was turning around Down the chimney St. Nicholas came with a bound .He was dressed in red leather, with cool kicks on each foot,And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot; I'm not here to rob you, see this sack, are you whack , now, If your not cool I'll take all this stuff all back. His eyes -- how they twinkled! His dimples how merry! His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!His droll little mouth was drawn up this a way,and I thought to myself, this guy might be gay; The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth, And the smoke encircled his stoned head like a wreath; He had a broad face and a little round belly,That shook, when he laughed like a bowlful of jelly. He was chubby and plump, with a pretty good ass, And I laughed when I saw him, he had so mutch class;A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread; He spoke not a word, but went straight to the scotch,And filled a big tumbler; then looked at his watch,And laying his finger aside of his nose, He took such a blast, up the chimney he rose;He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,And away they all flew like the down of a thistle. But I heard him exclaim, as he drove out of sight,"Cool Yule to all, and to all a good-night!"

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