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Yeah. My name is Johnny Scott Gramercy. This is Neighborhood Love Radio. Welcome, loved ones. Neighborhood Love Radio Neighborhood Love Radio Neighborhood Love Radio Neighborhood Love Radio Neighborhood Love Radio Neighborhood Love Radio Neighborhood Love Radio Neighborhood Love Radio Neighborhood Love Radio Neighborhood Love Radio Neighborhood Love Radio Neighborhood Love Radio Neighborhood Love Radio I've been hoping for this for you, go to work babe. We get it on. I ain't trying to make you blush, but I just wanted to tell you. I think you're great. I know you're late, but I need another taste. Breakfast, can't wait. Uh, hotcakes smothered in honey. Wait a minute. I'm gonna have to pass. Fresh cup of coffee, no, no. I'd rather have you in my glass. Only thing that's gonna sweeten my tongue. Only thing's gonna last now. It's just another bite of you, babe. Breakfast, can't wait. You won't have it left to have. Finally my eyes are open. I've been dreaming about you all night long. The only thing that I've been hoping for is for you, go to work babe. We get it on. I ain't trying to make you blush, but I just wanted to tell you. I think you're great. I know you're late, but I need another taste. Breakfast, can't wait. Breakfast, can't wait. Can't stop even if the police come. Breakfast, can't wait. I got a double time kid drone. Breakfast, breakfast. You can't leave a black man in this state. Breakfast, can't wait. Oh, no. Breakfast, breakfast, can't wait. Honey, baby, let me put you on my plate. Hey, hey. Breakfast, can't wait. They call you John, babe. Breakfast, can't wait. Tell them you're going to be late. Yeah, yeah, yeah. Breakfast, can't wait. Nothing's in charge now. That's right. Breakfast, can't wait. Breakfast, can't wait. Breakfast, can't wait. You know the thing I need. Breakfast, can't wait. Come here, baby. Let me show you what I'm coming for. Breakfast, can't wait. Yeah, yeah, yeah. Breakfast, can't wait. Oh, you know, you might need to pray for me. You might need to congregate. Breakfast, breakfast, can't wait. Yeah, you might need to pray for me. Yeah, you might need to pray for me. Yeah, you might need to pray for me. Yeah, you might need to pray for me. Yeah, you might need to pray for me. Yeah, you might need to pray for me. Yeah, you might need to pray for me. Yeah, you might need to pray for me. This whole thing seems so sublime So you keep one foot out the door I know I said leave, but baby don't go We got so much history I heard you, you heard me No, we don't need therapy What I need is you to leave And even though I know I'm right Just like some laps in my memory You're back to me, hand on the door I wanna yell, baby, don't go I'm so glad you gave back my keys Oh, I'm so glad you gave back my keys Oh, I'm so glad you gave back my keys My keys You got so many issues But I guess something's up with me too I'm just fine by myself But I don't know who's gonna help you I'm not no secretary I'm nobody's maitre d' But like a lapse in my memory I wanna yell, baby, don't go Baby, don't go Baby, don't go Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Baby, don't leave yet Stay the night, baby Don't go, baby Oh, hey, baby, don't Oh, baby, don't go I'm so glad you gave back my keys Oh, I'm so glad you gave back my keys Oh, you gave back my keys Oh, you gave back my keys Oh, you gave back my keys You gave back my keys You gave back my keys You gave back my keys You gave back my keys You gave back my keys You gave back my keys You gave back my keys You gave back my keys You gave back my keys You gave back my keys You're my king My king My king My king My king How about some, uh... Oh, this is a pretty cool tune. I've had this one for a while. I don't even remember where I originally got it, but this is Zap Mama. This is live in the studio. I believe it's from one of the KCRW Morning Becomes Eclectic recordings from definitely over ten years ago. Zap Mama with New World. I'm making a new world It's not too late Oh, wow I sat in my room So dismal and blue Feeling that I can communicate with you So I picked up my thoughts Picked up a pen and paper Oh, I know there is causes to defend Roots will find a way You'll eliminate the mystery We turn to the stars All is in glass It's not too late For making a better world It's not too late for making a new world I say good things come today so wait, wait, wait, wait And better not to them that really, really wait too late Them say it's never too late for a shower rain Baby, you're too mad, good night The essence of this life we must really explore In order to find peace one day So I picked up my thoughts, picked up paper and pen Oh, come on, there is a cause to defend Say I love that, too much pollution But I hope things come today so wait, wait, wait, wait Too much discrimination If I knew that that went too late, I would say Forget about the hate and the war Stop penetrating discriminators, I would tell you No way, baby It's not too late for making a better world Oh Oh! Uh-huh Ain't no knowing, I would say It's not too late for making a new world Uh-huh So let them hear, let them hear, let them hear I will tell you, baby, baby Ooh Lick with them song there, baby Now everybody stand up and let's break these words Around the neighborhood Cue to the right Return to the sauce All is in class Ooh, Thank you. It's not too late. It's not too late. It's not too late. It's not too late. It's not too late. It's not too late. It's not too late. It's not too late. It's not too late. It's not too late. It's not too late. It's not too late. It's not too late. It's not too late. It's not too late. It's not too late. It's not too late. It's not too late. It's not too late. It's not too late. It's not too late. It's not too late. It's not too late. It's not too late. It's not too late. It's not too late. It's not too late. It's not too late. It's not too late. True Thoughts Label. That record will be out May 12th. The Archeological Remixes Part 2. Loved ones, check neighborhood-love.com in the very near future. I'm expecting photos anytime now from one of our contributing photographers, the old HC dude, old hardcore dude, a.k.a. Robert Cortez, with photos from Orgone vs. Monophonics at the Roxy Theater. Two extreme hard hitters in the soul funk genre on tour together. And they always have a good draw, a good party crowd, a lot of good-looking people, so check for that in the very near future on neighborhood-love.com. neighborhood-love.com. Loved ones, you can always email me if you've got any questions, comments, concerns, queries, reflections. My email is radiosancho at gmail.com. You can always email me at radiosancho at gmail.com. If you have any questions, if you... If you play or want to recommend music, if you play music and you want to run it by us, more than happy to be your conduit, let me know. radiosancho at gmail.com. I'm a little distracted in the studio here by a colossal, colossal-sized glass dildo and trench coat over there in the corner left over from Mr. and Mrs. Gingerly. And her, uh... her show. You never know what you're gonna see here in this studio. A little distracting. You want to hear some more music? How about the Drop Tones? Good Bay Area band. They're, uh... They got some new music out on Coal Mine Records. Hey, loved ones, do yourself a favor. Check out Coal Mine Records, their website. And, uh, this is available as most of their music as MP3 or vinyl. The Drop Tones from the Bay Area. The tune is called Youngblood. No one knows, and it just might stay that way But people talk each and every day I'd sell my soul to the devil if you is a lover Your hunger is a spell I'm living under I saw your mother at the market Monday morning And she was with my oldest sister, her best friend As we talked, my heart was pounding out of warning But I ain't strong enough to bring this to an end No one knows, and it just might stay that way But people talk each and every day I'd sell my soul to the devil If you is a lover Your hunger is a spell I'm living under Young blood Talking about young blood Young blood Talking about young blood Young blood Talking about young blood Young blood Boy, you got me on my knees Yeah I know deep down We haven't got a future But the present's getting brighter every day In my heart, I know it's love And that ought to be enough But my conscience keeps on getting in my way Young blood Talking about young blood, yeah Young blood Young blood Talking about young blood Young blood Young blood Young blood Young blood Young blood Young blood Young blood Young blood Young blood Young blood Young blood Young blood Young blood Young blood Young blood Young blood Young blood Young blood Young blood Young blood Young blood Young blood Young blood Talk about young blood Talkin' about Talkin' about young blood Young blood Young blood Young blood Young blood Young blood Young blood I'll be in my bag And I'll be running away Cause you've been made to be And I've been judging you And I've been on your show Hey, yeah, yeah You don't spend the time when I give me We don't love each other like we used to do Baby, I'll come back another day You don't do the things you used to do Give me two Run, run Give me two Run, run, run Far away Give me two Run, run Give me two Run, run, run Far away Give me two Run, run Give me two Hey, I'll be in my bag And I'll be running away Give me two Run, run Cause you've been made to be And I'll be running away Run, run And I'll be judging you Run, run, run And I'll be on your show Run, run, run Hey, yeah, yeah Run, run, run Yeah, you don't Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. The Great Warriors, Running Away, from the Ubiquity Lifeline record. This is some more new music from Citrus, and this is their latest single. It is out on the dome, label. The tune is called What Color Is Love? Citrus Sun. Is it wrong or is it right? Is it black or is it white? What color is love? Is it here or is it there? Is it really everywhere? What color is love? Is it strong like a mountain or deep like a fountain? It's flowing free. What about you? What about me? How can you receive? If you're not a believer, is it blue like the sky? And does it really reach that high? What color is love? Is it near or is it far? Or is it like a distant star? What color is love? Does it glow like an ember? And do you remember? If love doesn't last, does it live in the past? And a heart cannot live if a heart isn't given. When it's over, does it show? Does it live and have to glow? And you really want What color is love? What color is love? What color is love? The streets of Los Angeles are lined with life of all sizes, shapes, forms. All kinds of backgrounds, all kinds of futures. All kinds of pedigrees. Come in naked and you leave when it's your time and in between. I feel like it's my job to communicate with the most amount of people possible. One of which, of those ways, is what you're listening to now. This is Neighborhood Love Radio. Who am I? My name is Johnny Scott Gramercy. I'm no special, big deal. I'm just a music fan and putting together a playlist. Curating, if you will, a playlist. Soul funk reggae. And a little bit of this and that and the other thing. I come to give you this every week and hopefully you like it. Not quite done yet. I got a couple more tunes to play for you. Next up, Wanda Robinson. The soul jazz poet. I'm not sure if you've heard her. I don't know. That's up here. That's up here. That's up here. That's up here. That's up here. That's up here. That's up here. That's up here. That's up here. That's up here. That's up here. That's up here. That's up here. That's up here. That's up here. That's up here. That's up here. That's up here. That's up here. That's up here. That's up here. That's up here. That's up here. That's up here. That's up here. That's up here. That's up here. That's up here. That's up here. Right after that, we're going to hear the great Jose James, It's All Over Your Body, and that's going to be the Odyssey remix. And then maybe another tune after that, if you're still in the mood. Thank you, loved ones. It's All Over Your Body It's All Over Your Body Talk to my thighs and make my belly rise Till I can feel, I mean really feel The aching movements of a proud unborn warrior Impatiently awaiting the time When he too could eat the heart of a lion And be a man Now understand That back home, I could have been a dancer Letting my body scream out The syncopated sounds of a woman free And I wouldn't have been special Not different from anyone Because back home All of us might have been dancers And I don't need jitterbugs Back home, you could have been you Back home, you could have been you Back home, you could have been you Back home, you could have been you Back home, you could have been you Back home, you could have been you Back home, you could have been you Back home, you could have been you Back home, you could have been you Back home, you could have been you Back home, you could have been you Back home, you could have been you Back home, you could have been you Back home, you could have been you Back home, you could have been you Back home, you could have been you Back home, you could have been you Back home, you could have been you Back home, you could have been you I can't wait for it anymore. And the time that I used to know is gonna wear like a river flow. I can't stay no longer underground. I can't wait till the sun hits and I'm found. And lick lips on and on and love divine. And this love in the morning is finally mine. I won't stay if you wanna go. I can't wait for it anymore. And the time that I used to know is gonna wear like a river flow. I can't stay no longer underground. It's a beautiful day. It's a beautiful day. It's a beautiful day. It's all over, it's all over, it's all over, you're mine It's all over, it's all over, it's all over for me now Make love in the morning, that's all it's like A sweet memory, a moment, I'm holding mine We go on and on, Lord, into the light And one single emotion through the night I won't stay if you wanna go I can't wait for it anymore All the time that I used to know Gone away like a river flow It's all over, it's all over, it's all over, you're mine It's all over, it's all over, it's all over for me now Baby It's all over, it's all over, it's all over for me now What can I say? What can I do? 3 a.m. it's me again, wouldn't you know Things would have to end this way I did my best to stay The perfect guess knew when to go Perfect you knew when to stay Come on, tell me that you're lonely, dear I've been feeling down some, too After all this time now, ain't it clear I've been waiting just for you Oh, to make you know, baby To But you see it in my eyes Ooh, you gotta be acting like a fool, girl Ooh, stop making like a little schoolgirl Could be your lucky day, baby Ooh, it's hard for you Oh, it's hard for you, girl Ooh, you gotta be acting like a fool, girl Oh, to make you know, baby Oh, to show you that I care Oh, I'm all down on my knees Please, please, please What can I say, babe? What can I do? Ooh, what can I do? What can I say? What can I do? What can I do, babe? The Grey Boss Gags, What Can I Say? Before that we heard Jose James. That was the Odyssey remix of It's All Over Your Body. And then we started off the set with Wanda Robinson, A Possibility. Not sure when that was originally released. I don't know. I don't know. Here we are at the end of another show. Thank you so much, loved ones, for joining me. I come to you this week as I do every week. Neighborhood Love Radio, my name is Jony Scott Gramercy. We are the musical extension of Neighborhood-Love.com. Thank you, loved ones. Thank you. Thank you.
