FGU @ 4P

FGU @ 4P

So roll up roll up a phatty – for the 4P – sur-real-ality tour – complete with jugglers clowns – and some Aztec to melt away – any possibilities of a frown – it’s absorbed under your tongue – dissipating – this sugree – suga-raye spillin’ that sugar – taking up the space

usually reserved for the - slumbering captain – up to the lip smackin’ - taste of – something that killed Elvis – and damn sam it’s cold – and damp – where’s the salamanders – burning – like a jet engines blaze – while Bo-bob’s doin’ dishes – wishin for those California waves –

and Reverend Green Dave’s passed out – in the old blue school bus - that Stella built - after the late night investigation - of a partial digital frontier Bujak rave – of atmospheric soundscapes – tunneling transcendental – mantras of movement – and Cheri’s off selling Steal-eee’s – to the highest bidder – proof that people – actually do pay for quality –

as the big bud’s - in jar’s grown by the greenest thumbs – with such TLC – you should’ve seen this one dude’s face – as some kid just being naïve - twisted up and crushed his precious – oh Smiegel – and in his reaction - you could feel his passion

So roll up roll up - for another magical mystery – potion – a modern day speakeasy – concoction – of fragmented thoughts – like a be-bob scat – gettin’ off on this or that tangent – runnin rabid – rabbit jumping

on back to that - old chicken shack – tweets up there tweetin’ away – that multi-color feathered psychedelic devil bird – don’t worry he’s in his cage – and why does the caged bird sing – paz – so light up – the grass – that is soul blue 39 – from the Kentucky mind – and master golfer - Bill Monroe – layin’ down that country homegrown funk – that authentic blend of Americana jazz – that ragtime flare – flippin’ lines and licks

and Scruggs - my name is earl – and this is the way I’m playing this to the world – even today the boundaries are being pulled and pushed – twisted and turned – and stir it up – gumbo stew brew – bluegrass - twisted and turned –

as I watch the xtc on Kim’s face – spinning – that rapturous grin – with a childlike glee – and a hint of madness – which initiated this rhyme – always keeping off time – with my off kilter mind’s eye – watching that smoke dance - from one mouth to the next – no curses no hex –
only the kind from those harvest fest-tiv-it-tee’s – a weekend party to elevate the evils of main street society – with two three four or more days of beautiful sunshine and blue skies – to go along with the full soulful swing – bending genres – and heritage – to a new sound –

they can’t be tamed – and ladies watch yourselves around these men – they’ve been sippin’ on the shine – laid back and feelin’ fine – they’d make snoop swell with pride – they be partying like they ain’t from the Hampton – throwing down get your root down – move your foot around - and then other one too – let the infectious – sounds –fiddlin’ around melody – over under and all around – the low end – smooth – as only free can be – so if you please – a little FGU – for our ears to take in so graciously – in our community – our extended family – we welcome back – home – Free Grass Union