In regards to the meaning of this song:
Before a live performance on the EP Five Stories Falling, Geoff states “It’s about the last time I went to visit my grandmother in Columbus, and I saw that she was dying and it was the last time I was going to see her. It is about realizing how young you are, but how quickly you can go.”
That’s the thing about Geoff and his sublime poetry, you think it’s about one thing, but really it’s about something entirely different. But the lyrics are still universal and omnipresent, ubiquitous, even. So relatable. That’s one thing I love about this band. I also love their live performances, raw energy and Geoff’s beautiful, imperfectly perfect vocals. His voice soothes my aching soul.
Ladies and gentlemen
As you know we have something special down here at Birdland this evening
A recording for Blue Note Records
Yeah, yeah, yeah
What's that? Yeah, yeah, yeah
Funky, funky
How 'bout a big hand now
Wait, wait a minute
Groovy, groovy, jazzy, funky
Pounce, bounce, dance as we
Dip in the melodic sea
The rhythm keeps flowin' and drips to MC
Sweet sugar pop, sugar pop, rocks it, pop
You don't stop 'til the sweet beat drops
I sure improve as I stick and move
Vivid poems recited on top of the groove
Smooth my floatin' like a butterfly
Notes set afloat, sung like a lullaby
Brace yourself as the beat hits ya
Dip trip, flip Fantasia
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, what's that?)
Biddy biddy bop (yeah)
Biddy biddy bop (funky, funky)
Feel the beat drop, jazz and hip hop
Drippin' in your dome, makes you zone and bop
Funk and fusion, a fly illusion
Keeps ya coastin' on the rhythm you're cruisin'
Up, down, round and round, rhymes profound
But nevertheless, you gots to get down
Fantasy freak through the beat so unique
You move your feet, the sweat from the heat
Back to the fact, I'm the mac and I know that
The way I kick the rhymes, some would call me a poet
Poems steady flowin', growin', showin' sights and sound
Caught in the groove in Fantasia, I'm found
Many trip the tour upon the rhymes they soar
To an infinite height to the realm of the hardcore
Here we go, off I take ya
Dip trip, flip Fantasia
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, what's that?)
Biddy biddy bop (yeah)
Biddy biddy bop (funky, funky)
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, what's that?)
Biddy biddy bop (yeah)
Biddy biddy bop (funky, funky)
Jump to the jam, boogie woogie jam slam
Bust the dialect, I'm the man in command
Come flow with the sounds of the mighty mic master
Rhyming on the mic, I'm bringing suckers their disaster
Beaucoup ducs but I still rock Nike
With the razzle dazzle, a star I might be
Scribble, drabble, scrabble on the microphone I babble
As I flip the funky words into a puzzle
Yes, yes, yes, on and on as I flex
Get with the flow, words manifest
Feel the vibe from here to Asia
Dip trip, flip Fantasia
Ow, you don't stop
Come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on
Give me more of that funky horn
What's that? Yeah, funky, funky
Biddy biddy bop
Biddy biddy bop, funky, funky
Yeah, yeah, yeah, what's that?
Biddy biddy bop, yeah
Biddy biddy bop, funky, funky
Yeah, yeah, yeah, what's that?
Yeah, yeah, yeah, funky, funky
Yeah, yeah, yeah, what's that?
Biddy biddy bop, yeah
Biddy biddy bop, funky, funky
Yeah, yeah, yeah, what's that?
Biddy biddy bop, yeah
As you know we have something special down here at Birdland this evening
A recording for Blue Note Records
Yeah, yeah, yeah
What's that? Yeah, yeah, yeah
Funky, funky
How 'bout a big hand now
Wait, wait a minute
Groovy, groovy, jazzy, funky
Pounce, bounce, dance as we
Dip in the melodic sea
The rhythm keeps flowin' and drips to MC
Sweet sugar pop, sugar pop, rocks it, pop
You don't stop 'til the sweet beat drops
I sure improve as I stick and move
Vivid poems recited on top of the groove
Smooth my floatin' like a butterfly
Notes set afloat, sung like a lullaby
Brace yourself as the beat hits ya
Dip trip, flip Fantasia
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, what's that?)
Biddy biddy bop (yeah)
Biddy biddy bop (funky, funky)
Feel the beat drop, jazz and hip hop
Drippin' in your dome, makes you zone and bop
Funk and fusion, a fly illusion
Keeps ya coastin' on the rhythm you're cruisin'
Up, down, round and round, rhymes profound
But nevertheless, you gots to get down
Fantasy freak through the beat so unique
You move your feet, the sweat from the heat
Back to the fact, I'm the mac and I know that
The way I kick the rhymes, some would call me a poet
Poems steady flowin', growin', showin' sights and sound
Caught in the groove in Fantasia, I'm found
Many trip the tour upon the rhymes they soar
To an infinite height to the realm of the hardcore
Here we go, off I take ya
Dip trip, flip Fantasia
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, what's that?)
Biddy biddy bop (yeah)
Biddy biddy bop (funky, funky)
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, what's that?)
Biddy biddy bop (yeah)
Biddy biddy bop (funky, funky)
Jump to the jam, boogie woogie jam slam
Bust the dialect, I'm the man in command
Come flow with the sounds of the mighty mic master
Rhyming on the mic, I'm bringing suckers their disaster
Beaucoup ducs but I still rock Nike
With the razzle dazzle, a star I might be
Scribble, drabble, scrabble on the microphone I babble
As I flip the funky words into a puzzle
Yes, yes, yes, on and on as I flex
Get with the flow, words manifest
Feel the vibe from here to Asia
Dip trip, flip Fantasia
Ow, you don't stop
Come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on
Give me more of that funky horn
What's that? Yeah, funky, funky
Biddy biddy bop
Biddy biddy bop, funky, funky
Yeah, yeah, yeah, what's that?
Biddy biddy bop, yeah
Biddy biddy bop, funky, funky
Yeah, yeah, yeah, what's that?
Yeah, yeah, yeah, funky, funky
Yeah, yeah, yeah, what's that?
Biddy biddy bop, yeah
Biddy biddy bop, funky, funky
Yeah, yeah, yeah, what's that?
Biddy biddy bop, yeah
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