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The Grey Mage - 33118

The Grey Mage released today, June 26th, 2011 the song called, “33118.” This song is about and adventure in the city of Whittier, California. Since it is The Grey Mage’s birthday today, the song is going to be completely free for download for the first 5,000 people. I bought 5,000 download credits from Bandcamp. If more than 5,000 people download the song, you can message me via Facebook or leave a comment and I’ll get more download credits. The song is a hypnotic-hip-hop track and it is 3 minutes and 16 seconds long. The lyrics to the track are on the track page if you click HERE.

In case you want to read the lyrics and browse overidon.com at the same time, the lyrics for, “33118” are below.

LYRICS: 

***INTRO***

33 degrees north

One Eighteen West

(rest)

It all started with a land grant

and a little bit of citrus

-DROP IT

*** VERSE ONE *** **a**

Population of 83K
-but it didn’t always happen to Be-this-way

Contemplation salvation on bales of hay
-better check the harvest before it’s May

bloody war,
-and a serious attack

and a couple hundred bucks,
-from the Homestead Act.

Double check respect
-better watch your back

Swinging walnut trees
-behind the shack

***b***

no room to boom
-no glockenspiel

Gerken’ kept the peace
-and he sealed the deal

The first Police chief
-he dropped the funk for real

There’s plenty of places,
-to get a good meal

==

So I walk to the party
-take a look at all the peeps

The stage is getting rowdy
-and my bag just got delete

But that’s ok
-I took a nap on a bench

Regen’ a little bit
-let my mind undrench

***c***

There’s serious damage
-and a broken mic stand

People getting really nervous
-not trusting the band

Tempers a flarin’
-threats being made

‘n’ I’m wearing the armor
-made out of the fade

=

So I talk to a friend
-and he asks how I’m doin’

Best seat in the house
-if you can see what I’m viewing

Then the energy changes
-from blue to hostile

Decide to take my exit
-and zip my textile

=

On the way out
-I saw an old friend

He didn’t look good
-got a little too bent

So I leaned down
-and asked, “You need a ride?”

Sure, in a bit,
-maybe later tonight

=

Man, I think I’m bouncing,
-I’m not digging the vibe

Go ahead and leave without me,
-I will be all right

Then, on the lawn,
-he sat in a fog

Angry at something,
-gazing at the urban bog

**CHORUS**

33…. One Eighteen

We got friends here

33… One Eighteen

We Got Friends Here

***VERSE TWO***

Next day,
-while working on a beat

A friend asked,
-to bail ’em ‘lete

Locked?
-are you kidding me?

Does it look like I’m running,
-some kind of charity?

==

A penny earned,
-now nine in debt

I’m staring at the screen,
-numerical regret

I dug this hole,
-I burnt that bridge

Never waited a second,
-never yielded a smidge

==

But all along,
-friends in 33

Good old Greenleaf,
-supporting me

Sending words of wisdom,
-make you think and laugh

These guys are the branch,
-of my walking staff

==

It don’t matter if you ‘ressive,
-or have a grey beard

This town is impressive,
-well oiled and geared

Be inspired,
-by a walk-and-sing

Or seeing pub crawls,
-what the zombies bring

==

It all got real,
-when at city hall

A man walked in,
-he was ten feet tall

But the height wasn’t body,
-not made out of flesh

Potent energy,
-it was positively manifest

==

From then on,
-I was hooked for sure

Stayed in contact,
-took a virtual tour

Need a little citrus,
-so I ate an orange

Dropped my baggage,
-at the public storage

==

But I had to return,
-to the 33

Some ‘zens stole my car,
-straight away from me

It was my fault,
-I must have dropped my keys

Last time I used the pockets,
-of that hoodie

==

Got a call from the cops,
-they found the sedan

Picking it up,
-it was traumatic, aw man

They trashed the interior,
-and stole my sub woof

And lined the seats,
-with one-hundred-proof

==

Every time I got,
-in the driver’s seat

I remember little pieces,
-of one-eighteen

The bass not as loud,
-the mid not as thick

The tires squeak a bit,
-on the oil slicks

==

Those kids took a ride,
-they were crazy fellas

Not surprised if they end,
-at Fred C. Nelles

But I’m glad I went,
-and I’ll go again

For its star has just,
-begun to ascend

**CHORUS**

33…. One Eighteen

We got friends here

33… One Eighteen

We Got Friends Here

Copyright 2011 The Grey Mage

credits

released 26 June 2011
all music and lyrics by The Grey Mage

-Tyler