Grease, Grit, & Frequencies

“Grease, Grit, & Frequencies”

“What if the veil between worlds isn’t a wall, but a conversation?”
In this spirit-tuned series debut, we open the door with memory, melody, and voices that ripple in from beyond the visible. This isn’t just storytelling, it’s soul-tuning. Come sit with us at the edge, where echoes become connection.

It’s soul-tuning. Come sit with us at the edge, where echoes become connection.

Hi guys, I'm back with the recording from my spirit friends.

Hope you can hear it.

All right.

So, guys, what have you been up to this weekend?

Did you go anywhere?

Did you travel?

Yeah.

Did you?

Did you go back to Italy?

Anybody?

Did you go into?

I know you guys are traveling to Washington, D.C.

You're the fly on the wall, right?

Why else?

We got to get the worse,

We don't need war.

Yeah.

So, you're telling me that there's not going to be war in America.

I mean, we're not going to be bombed or anything.

I really hope not.

Why don't you tell me?

Okay.

Well, that's what I was going to read.

This guy did soul searching.

Oh, this is a nice poem.

Yeah.

Yeah.

[ 00:00:00-00:00:06 ] All right, so guys, what do you have been up to the weekend this weekend?

[ 00:00:07-00:00:08 ] Did you go anywhere?

[ 00:00:08-00:00:09 ] Did you travel?

[ 00:00:15-00:00:15 ] Yeah.

[ 00:00:19-00:00:22 ] Did you go back to Italy?

[ 00:00:23-00:00:23 ] Anybody?

[ 00:00:23-00:00:24 ] Did you go into?

[ 00:00:24-00:00:29 ] I know you guys are traveling to Washington DC.

[ 00:00:29-00:00:31 ] You're the fly on the wall, right?

[ 00:00:32-00:00:34 ] In the White House.

[ 00:00:35-00:00:37 ] We got to get this war.

[ 00:00:38-00:00:39 ] We don't need war.

[ 00:00:42-00:00:43 ] Yeah.

[ 00:00:46-00:00:53 ] So you're telling me that there's not going to be war on America.

[ 00:00:53-00:00:55 ] I mean, we're not going to be bombed or anything.

[ 00:00:55-00:00:57 ] I really hope not.

[ 00:01:02-00:01:03 ] That's why he's told me.

[ 00:01:11-00:01:18 ] Okay, well, that's what I was going to read.

[ 00:01:18-00:01:20 ] Maybe this guy did soul searching.

[ 00:01:25-00:01:29 ] Oh, this is a nice little poem.

[ 00:01:36-00:01:36 ] Yeah.

[ 00:01:37-00:01:37 ]

[ 00:01:40-00:01:43 ] Does his mother...

[ 00:01:43-00:01:44 ] Yeah.

[ 00:01:48-00:01:50 ] A picture.

[ 00:01:52-00:02:14 ] Today is deporting you all that peoples punish you.

[ 00:02:14-00:02:15 ] A Mじゃあ

[ 00:02:20-00:02:22 ] Oh Exactly

[ 00:02:27-00:02:30 ] For this

[ 00:02:47-00:02:50 ] Let's listen to that song one more time you want to.

[ 00:03:02-00:03:07 ] My dad was a country man simple in his way sharpen his mind.

[ 00:03:07-00:03:12 ] He could hear a misfire in an engine like most people hear a knock on the door.

[ 00:03:13-00:03:18 ] What most folks didn't know was also a math quiz that we passed out.

[ 00:03:18-00:03:20 ] The numbers felt like rope locks.

[ 00:03:21-00:03:26 ] We traded songs on cassette tapes in his later years our way of staying tuned into each end.

[ 00:03:27-00:03:31 ] This song is for him. It's for all the mornings of the service station.

[ 00:03:34-00:03:39 ] For grease, cinderous fingernails and a ding ding that meant business and pride.

[ 00:03:41-00:03:46 ] It's for time when work was honest. Music can be fixed.

[ 00:03:50-00:03:55 ] Grease, gritting, gasoline is legacy memory and melody.

[ 00:03:55-00:03:56 ] No, I'm not wrong.

[ 00:03:58-00:04:02 ] But if you'd ever loved someone who touched you had this song, this song's for you too.

[ 00:04:02-00:04:02 ]

[ 00:04:05-00:04:10 ] Ding ding the bell would sing.

[ 00:04:10-00:04:13 ] Dad won grease off the silver ring.

[ 00:04:14-00:04:17 ] The sun kissed the grid on the service floor.

[ 00:04:18-00:04:21 ] Green rolled into the station door.

[ 00:04:22-00:04:25 ] Grease, gritting, gasoline.

[ 00:04:26-00:04:29 ] Daddy carved his American dream.

[ 00:04:29-00:04:37 ] Hands like a leather, so machine clear he heard a car's heart before it knew.

[ 00:04:41-00:04:48 ] Out front polished gleaming, dusty roads, in post-bias and desert roads.

[ 00:04:48-00:04:55 ] I chased the cars through sun-stunned heat, brought in blessed engines from head to head.

[ 00:04:55-00:05:01 ] The bell would turn, I'd catch his eyes he'd nod my thunder.

[ 00:05:02-00:05:05 ] The leaf blue skies he felt the heart.

[ 00:05:06-00:05:09 ] And every night I'd tune into people like the devil.

[ 00:05:10-00:05:11 ] Really?

[ 00:05:12-00:05:13 ] Yeah, really.

[ 00:05:14-00:05:24 ] Ding ding the bell would sing.

[ 00:05:24-00:05:28 ] I hear love is an unspoven woman.

[ 00:05:40-00:05:43 ] Thank you.

[ 00:05:50-00:05:54 ] Ding ding the bell would sing.

[ 00:06:13-00:06:13 ] Ding ding the bell would sing.

[ 00:06:22-00:06:24 ] Thank you.

[ 00:06:24-00:06:25 ] Thank you.

[ 00:06:26-00:06:28 ] A lot of love my daddy.

[ 00:06:35-00:06:36 ] Okay, let's...

[ 00:06:37-00:06:40 ] All right, so I got that on there.

[ 00:06:40-00:06:43 ] And now we got this and this.

[ 00:06:44-00:06:49 ] And okay guys, I got to think about the podcast for me and Pookie.

[ 00:06:52-00:06:56 ] And I record a little bit of this and this is our week, okay?