Cool Yule tells of a visit from Old St Nick, to a funky pad on chrismas eve,
Scott Shetlers C'mon Man Organ Trio
C'mon Man is a jazz/blues trio made up of Reeds, Hammond B3 Organ & Drums.The site features live bongo raps & modal musing
Hammond B3 organ, drums and reeds
It's a retro sound with an acid jazz edge.
We have played extensively in the Boston area and our music has appeared in films, on television and has been downloaded in the tens of thousands internationally.
Story behind the song
Cool Yule tells of a visit from Old St Nick, to a funky pad on chrismas eve, with Hammond B3 and drums 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
Lyrics
Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the place
Not a rat was jumpin they were all in outer space
The socks were hung by the chimney
in hope
that ol saint Nicholas would soon be there
to pack them with dope
The cats were nestled, all snug in their racks,
stoned 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 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 & 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 was all tarnished and covered with 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 was 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 crack 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 thought to myself, this guys got a lot of class;
He wasted no time, but went straight to the scotch,
And filled a big tumbler; then looked at his watch,
He crossed over the room and went to the coke, cut up two lines and he told me a joke
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 I'm feeling quite tight!"
