“Wow” is right
I feel beautiful tonight
Fulfillment
A peaceful intensity
Shower Jam
Got hot; The Feel
Preparing for a Greazy Meal
My lady hit my fade, then I hit the shot
Caught a spot then a stop 4 a thought
Literally trying to breathe it all in
A group of kids gathered in garden’s delight
Then shouted a mantra to live for the night
“Wolfgansa Fosleuce, uh?”
Felasi?
Phellacy?
Watusi?
Foolasi?
Asti Spumanti, Reuniti on Ice
House is about to get turned-out
Tonight with a sound and a crowd rocking into the night
Ice Out House
Cooled off right
Up to now, though?
Its not enough
I need more of what I feel right now
Sittin’ on stone
A garden plot
Wastin’ time
Deep in thought
“Loosen Up, but not too loose”
Not rowdy-down-n-out
Lowdown
Droppin’ that Caboose
Had the Flow but then I let it go
NGB waved a cool breeze blowing me back to old friendships
From the Greaze did grow
From the Greaze did grow
From the Greazy shows
A spirit had grown
And music that’d make your lover groan
Moan
Erupt in screams of delight
Like we used to do every mother-fuckin’ SUNDAY NIGHT!
*The Sunday Night Tribe
*The Sunday Night Tribe
Every Sunday Night we’d groove from the vibe
I won’t say we got drunk, but we did imbibe
*The Sunday Night Tribe
*The Sunday Night Tribe
By who?
The Meal
About to congeal
Just no way I could describe what I feel
Watchin’ Julius Collin’s walkin’ in on the real
A Playa
A Hustler
A stone-cold killer with pipes that can rock on the mic with
a jam
Like “The Kid” with his hat, and his chain, and his
BlueDevil
A Fan-I-Am
And that’s on the level
Watchin’ Barbarella step on the pedal
A tickle
A tease
The man on the keys
Watchin’ the texture unfold on the stage
Like the words that I scar like a knife on this page
Percussion and somethin’
Feel like bum-rushin’
Crushin’
Out-of-control and I feel flushed with soul
Thinkin’ ‘bout the show that eye wright
3 more days until Sunday Night
I hear the syncopated sound tonight
Coming from talent and creative souls
Then I turn to my right, looking over the Fields
But he’s gone, he’s gone
Vanished into space, but someone’s sitting there in his
place
Uncle Steve
Fedora-styled Icon
Music for Life
Minnneapolis
A Sound
A Town
Funk that gets down
Geo-fenced to locate the passionate souls
Old friendships from the Greaze did grow
Digitalize
Singin’ my truth
‘Bout to blow out the top of the roof
The MuthaSucka
The Faithful and the Caj
The nude and the new
The beat Petar beat put my face in a screw
I was once standing next to his heat, but who knew?
I need JJ’s number
I miss his musk
We used to party and jam from morning to dusk
The bullets are flyin’ killing the faithful and non, alike
Like getting’ back onto your favorite bike
Dropped the thunder; a wonder they could be gone so long,
and still rock the house with
The newest same song
Vibrating my mind from somewhere
Days unkind
Unfaithful
Infidelica Mix
Caught in love with lust betwixt
Between bad habits picked-up on the scene
Love One Another
But a mellow-type jazz
Could have come from the song we just had
Papa switch to sax
The groove would relax the most uptight clown who’d ever
heard the sound of the meal
A $10-dollar STEAL
A devil-made bargain
A value-priced deal
The Groove
The Appeal
Petar playin’ the breaks
Between lines
Between Miles
From the smiles of the cats that came down to jam
Getting’ down with the Fam
OGMF’s
Old Soul
That’s my Jam
Feelings to breathe
No need to cram
No reason to rush
Ken’s conducting the ending and such
Clutch
The Bump
A Dimi Thump
Too much information
Too much explanation
“Pounter Kountal”
I said it
You didn’t
A diss?
I’d be remiss to suggest an etiquette breach
A reach
Packed
Jumpin’
Rhythm is pumpin’
Petar’s stix and skins are bumpin’
The Highlife
Vocal Break was spontaneous
Tight
Feeling just right
Dirk is surely gonna do it tonight
Kenny’s skins and greazy insight
Took PJ a minute on beatin’ that heat
But Tommy, as ever, was there with the groove
Sanjic locked the pop
Has nuthin’ to prove
Jimmy
Heavy thunder
Low-end 4 days
Blowin’ my mind in SO many ways
Slayer of souls
Beyond what you find in glass-blown bowls
Dancing in moonlight
Déjà vu
Out-of-sight
Juice with the Touchdown-like-call-of-the-night
Walkin’ on stage and again what feels right
Leather g-d-dog-it and with style high-and-tight
#6 on “The new album”?
No, Inner City Blues causing dance floor moves?
Greazy Meal can bust out your box with them grooves
Lovely Day
Lovely Night
I feel beautiful tonight
Recaptures the spirit of Sunday’s quite right
Bill Withers inspired many Greazified jams
A background beat made 4 poetry slams
Exhausted from dancing
Too tired to stand and these aching gams
Awaiting Delilah on the final leg
When they’re gone they won’t be back again, but I ain’t too
proud to beg
Another show
Another Time
Gravy
Watching
Technical Problems, getting’ in the way
Scott-free
Gesticulation
The Band’s waving 4 their lives
Great help on the high parts
Communal Cooperative
The “Sing It” trick
Tried and true
We all get older as Time passes by
What’s an OGMF to do?
Once we learn how to fly
The hardest part is coming down
You always can fly when you live in FunkyTown
Fields with harmony breaks
Thank G-d
The Maker of The Funk
Sexiness givin’ it up for my trunk
Wonderin’ how they’d do
Drunken Master
Drunk on Papa’s sax-solo love
SuperNatural
Making Housed Ice
Wishing 4 more
More nights like these where the house is packed
A mystical vibe from the front-to-the-back
Resolve Resolution
A Question, All Vibe
Given freely without a bribe
*The Sunday Night Tribe
*The Sunday Night Tribe
Every Sunday Night we’d groove from the vibe
I won’t say we got drunk, but we did imbibe
*The Sunday Night Tribe
*The Sunday Night Tribe
A Question?
How did they know?
That Dirk would steal that part of the show?
Petar’s drum breaks are strong while Jimmy drives the bass bus
A tire is flat
Doesn’t matter
All the while this Bettis keeps truckin’
For Fan?
When you smash your tooth on the mic
Excited by what’s coming next
Don’t know?
Grieve chords but with Universal stylings
Stay
Unexpected pick for this show
But I’m just a Charlemagne Charlatan
What do I know?
A Poser of wicked intent.
Even sounds of evil can be heaven sent
A cover? No way
But a groove so familiar?
Just Greazy’s way
Chosen for chorus harmonies?
The reason why?
Petar’s drumming
The high-hat break was so right
Still
The Beat
Withered and dried
“That was hot”
What is this next song about?
Strictly subject matter
MLICP, Ya’ll
The lights dim for a high-flying, quicky jam
The Greazy Guestbook
A sketch
Something to say “Hi”
To Us
Jim Speaks
Needle Spike
All the time on his bass, but rarely on the mic
Await Delilah
Lost chorus vox Juice
Saving his voice from getting’ too loose
Talouse
Matoose
Missing Sean, Duppy and Tony too
Here in spirit
Sated in soul
Hoist a drink
Smoke a bowl
They will be in my heart at the show
Ad-Lib
To be a back-up singer 4 this
10ft from the mic
Stardom
#TheSong
Gaining musical wisdom as these days grow long
Musical Giants
Beasts
Ferocious like KONG
The King
Our voices ring
Carry Delilah through the night
The harmony vox
Like a babbling brook
Shielding right
Shandling; a shonda tonight
That REAL OGMF’s had to miss this
Looking at the weather?
You out of your mind?
The mic is a mess
Don’t matter tonight
$$ is something to
hate, but you can like what it buys
Trials
Tribulations
The American Dream?
A world where everyone is beautiful
Breaks on-the-one
On the one tonight
Not Phil Collins, but a Genesis of a different kind
Petar?
Keytar?
Shout Out to The General
Too Cold, without you tonight
But I gotta admit, Petar has things groovin’
No slight
Salud to you
A round of Tequila
Another Goodbye?
A Toast
The Band from Minneapolis
Goodbye?
Everything
All is lost on the local scene
When Mpls starts to fiend for Greaze
Transitions lost
Not with ease
Acting heroes, up in The Balc
Birthdays and Drunken, spontaneous funk like powdered talc
Keeping it moist with powder dry
Music so badass it’d make the toughest cry
Can’t recall what I missed in-between
But I know that IceHouse tapped into the scene
Thanks to the Droppers
Teaching break beats to all the Hip-Hoppers
Tight Ending; Mountainside
A nervous wreck?
Ambitious
Ya’ll love authenticity, right?
10 Zillion?
Must B Careful not to overreact
Stevie Wonder is beloved
Saturn?
I can’t remember the jam
Overwhelmingly Overwhelmed
A 10yr wait with a ghost at the helm
From the Deep
He’s a Leo
“Ruby’s Dad”
Shout to the back
Funk Band
Smart & Fuckin’ talented
Band outros
“This guy’s a jerk and he wears an ascot”
Tryin’ to give it all away tonight
Sophistacated ass, like Nat Cole
The King
A child of Minneapolis this night
Coda:
Absurdist Art in a garden’s delight
High from bein’ a playa on this site
To finish where you start
The Garden
You lie
The fountain whispers
The sky?
It cries
Sometimes it takes sacrifice
Commitment to craft
Commitment to groove
The perfect spot found, I dare not move
Endeavors to climb in a vertical sky
Greazy Meal is the reason why
Sole
Soul
The effort was made
The reason to try
Out on the prowl 4 inspiration tonight
How the mighty have fallen to instincts
The bassist owns another life
Who am I to say what is “right”?
Suddenly rain falls from the sky
Drips dropping slowly
Then Stopping, but why?
Greazy Meal: The Ultimate High
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