Graham Central Station ‎– I Believe In You

Digital Crate Digging Continues, excuse a dude for playing it like it’s Throwback Thursday or Flashback Friday..

Actually? it’s the HumpDay Extravaganza, somebody will understand a brotha who goes back to the future!! but I gave the cash back now I’m doing things my way…

I go back, but getting over the hump type of business is still underway; as long as we’re on this earth we’ll have to deal with something…

Throwbacks? part of this digital crate digging!! treasures / gems are unearthed!! usually something that’s bumping!!

What it do? listening to some classic Graham Central Station ‎with a track called  I Believe In You…

Check out the players and a track; jamming? of course they are!! you don’t believe me? just see how they do!!

Drum Machine [Funk Box], Vocals – Chocolate

Drums – Willie Wild

Guitar – David Dynamite

Lead Vocals, Bass, Synthesizer [Arp] – Larry Graham

Organ, Vocals – Butch

Synthesizer [Solo], Clavinet, Vocals – Hershall Happiness

Graham Central Station – ‘Tis Your Kind Of Music

Digital Crate Digging Continues per Throwback Thursday!! Per  Graham Central Station  ‘Tis Your Kind Of Music!! Something funky ok!! Check out the players and the track ok?

Backing Vocals – Hershall Happiness, Larry Graham, Chocolate, Butch
      Instruments [All] – Larry Graham
Lead Vocals – Larry Graham, Chocolate

Source: THE SONIC ASSAULT!!!…..STEADY BOMBARDMENT!!!!: Graham Central Station – ‘Tis Your Kind Of Music

Excuse Me / I Beg Your Pardon PT.2

Excuse me, I beg your pardon but what are jokers starting? they’ll try to question you like Megyn Kelly..

Excuses will be made, some will skip events like Donald Trump per wars against Fox News, I heard a joker’s views so there’s not much they can tell me..

Getting over the distractions;  focused on this good word and beats that’s thump; spiritual warfare? these are weapons in the warehouse.

Suburbans with blacked out windows rolled up to intersections from the ATL to Washington to even out in Oregon; dudes were either dressed up in polo shirts and cargo pants / khakis or dressed in suits from Men’s Wearhouse.

We kept working: excuse me, I beg your pardon but we’re all up in the house!!  funk is tracked out by the brotha O-Dog.

Meanwhile O-Zone is in recovery!! excuse me, I beg your pardon but I  almost blacked out in the smoke, mirrors and fog.

Random Thoughts by O-Zone was hacked out when it was on WordPress earlier, so a brotha relocated.

The Mothership backed out!! beep!! beep!!  lights blink on the instrument panel!! The NASA Space Elevator wasn’t working among other issues and problems; on earth? I noticed not a damn thing has changed!! my peeps were still hated.

Out in Des Moines Iowa irrelevant issues are still debated by the GOP;  unlike what Larry Graham talked about sooner or later a brotha feels the backlash.

Losing my poise when dealing with a foul one? excuse me, I beg your pardon so what were they starting? demerits are issued due to critical developments.!! because I didn’t sell out I was told to give back the cash.

During these stages? I said excuse me, I beg your pardon as I continue to push envelopes like a postal worker.

Sonic strategies are developed; excuse me, I beg your pardon but I’m not going postal trying to hurt ya.