Slave State Panorama

A few months ago, I wrote a bunch of parody songs.  My objective was to take some of the most beloved "songs of South" and turn them totally upside down, inside out.  I changed the lyrics into themes about slavery, bigotry, oppression, rape, torture, murder, etc.  As you'll quickly see, the lyrics are explicitly vindictive.  Pure venom on steroids.  All of them are written in the same vein as Weird Al Yankovic, minus the predictable silliness.

I'm not even remotely concerned about intellectual property rights.  Because, to be perfectly blunt, nobody in their write mind would ever right such loathsome material.  However, I do think this particular musical niche has merit.  I just haven't figured out the presentation/performance aspect.

Included is the link to the original video, karaoke version and the sonofsaf-inspired parody.

Sweet Home Alabama (original video)
Sweet Home Alabama (karaoke version)

Lynyrd Skynyrd:

Sweet Home Alabama

Turn it up

Big wheels keep on turning
Carry me home to see my kin
Singing songs about the south-land
I miss 'ole' 'bamy once again
And I think it's a sin, yes
 
Well I heard Mister Young sing about her
Well I heard old Neil put her down  
Well, I hope Neil Young will remember
A southern man don't need him around anyhow

Sweet home Alabama
Where the skies are so blue
Sweet home Alabama
Lord, I'm coming home to you 
 
In Birmingham they love the Gov'nor, boo hoo ooo
Now we all did what we could do
Now Watergate does not bother me
Does your conscience bother you?  
Tell the truth
 
Sweet home Alabama
Where the skies are so blue
Sweet home Alabama
Lord, I'm coming home to you, here I come Alabama
   
Now Muscle Shoals has got the Swampers
And they've been known to pick a song or two   
Lord they get me off so much 
They pick me up when I'm feeling blue
Now how bout you?
 
Sweet home Alabama
Where the skies are so blue
Sweet home Alabama
Lord, I'm coming home to you 
 
Sweet home Alabama, oh sweet home
Where the skies are so blue and the Governor's true
Sweet home Alabama
Lord, I'm coming home to you, yeah yeh


Slave State Panorama (Sonofsaf)

What the fuck

Down south weather burning
Straight outta town of Birmingham
Dreaming dreams about the ocean
That middle passage once again
Back where it all begins

Well, there's an amendment number thirteen
Well, the meek will inherit the earth
Well, I hope the U.S. will remember
Us Southern states don’t need the North, for what it’s worth

Slave state panorama
Where the skin bleeds so red
Slave state panorama
Lord, I’m wishing you were dead

In Birmingham they hate the coloreds, Yoo-Hoo Hoo
And we all lynch them like we do
Slave rebellions do not worry me
We will kill 'em and then kill you
How do you do

Slave state panorama
Where the skin bleeds so red
Slave state panorama
Lord, I’m wishing you were dead.  Here I come Alabama

Now northern states they is all bonkers
And they’ve been known to free a black or two
Lord, we ain’t so out of touch
We kill for sport it’s just what we do
How do you do

Slave state panorama
Where the skin bleeds so red
Slave state panorama
Lord, I’m wishing you were dead

Slave state panorama, oh slave state
Where the skin bleeds so red... and the niggers are bred
Slave state panorama
Lord, I’m wishing you were dead, yeah, yeah