This is the direct recording of my spirit buds from my MOTO Edge Plus 2023.
This part two of the episode of “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.
Alright, so guys, what have you been up to the weekend?
This weekend.
Did you go anywhere?
Did you travel?
Yeah.
Did you go back to Italy?
Anybody?
Did you go into?
I know you guys are traveling to Washington DC.
You're the fly on the wall, right?
In the White House.
We got to get this war.
We don't need war.
Yeah.
So, you're telling me that there's not going to be war on America.
I mean, we're not going to be bombed or anything.
I really hope not.
That's why he's homey.
Okay, well, that's what I was going to read.
This guy did soul searching.
Oh, this is a nice poem.
Me.
Just as well.
Yeah.
Oh, exactly.
Oh, exactly.
Let's go.
And put it.
Let's go to that song one more time. You want to?
Let's go.
My dad was a country man, simple in his way, sharp in his mind.
He could hear Mr. Fire in an engine, like most people hear a knock on the door.
What most folks didn't know, he was also a math whiz, helped me pass algebra.
The numbers felt like roadblocks.
We traded songs on cassette tapes in his later years, our way of staying tuned into each other.
This song is for him.
It's for all the mornings at the service station.
For grease, cinder, finger nails, and the ding ding that meant business and pride.
It's for a time when work was honest.
Music came with books.
Grease, grit, and gasoline were his legacy, memory and melody flow.
If you'd ever love someone who taught you how to listen, the songs for you too.
Ding ding, the bell would sing.
Dad, why grease off the silver rain?
The sun kissed the grid on the service floor, dream rolled in with the conversation door.
Grease, grit, and gasoline.
Daddy carved his American dream, hands like leather.
The soul machine was clearly heard in cars hard before the knee.
Out front polished gleamed and dusty roads.
In post-vise and desert glow, I chased parts through sun-stung heat, brought me blessed engines from head-to-head.
The bell would cheer, I'd catch his eyes, he'd not like thunder, beneath blue skies.
He felt the heart, and everyone, I told them that people got to deal with it.
Grease!
Yeah, really.
Music
Thank you.
Music
Thank you. Thank you.
I love my daddy.
Okay, let's...
Alright, so I got that on there, and now we got this, and this, and...
Okay guys, I got to think about the podcast for me and Pookie.
And I recorded a little bit of this, and this is our week, okay, to do our little podcast.
You guys are included of course, always, it's my buddies.
Alright, well since some more golden butterflies, my way.
Alright, love you guys.
[ 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?
[ 00:06:57-00:06:58 ] To do our little podcast.
[ 00:06:59-00:07:01 ] You guys are included of course.
[ 00:07:02-00:07:03 ] Always, always.
[ 00:07:03-00:07:04 ] It's my buddies.
[ 00:07:05-00:07:06 ] All right.
[ 00:07:08-00:07:11 ] Well since the more golden butterflies my way.
[ 00:07:11-00:07:12 ] Okay.
[ 00:07:14-00:07:14 ] All right.
[ 00:07:15-00:07:16 ] Love you guys.
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