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