Pass the Gravy, Turn Me Up November 27th ldp

TITLE: PASS THE GRAVY, TURN ME UP ARTIST: DJ DR LOVE — 007 FM [Live Intro — Organ, Strings, Slow Bass] [Deep Spoken Bass-Baritone] November just came in… It's already the third. I can almost smell that turkey in the air. Gravy… stuffing… And my baby already got questions. "Who coming over?" "Whose house we visiting?" "What we putting on the menu?" I said, "Baby, you handle the arrangements. I'm on refreshments." [Audience Laughs. Drums Enter.] And don't nobody touch my turntables With gravy on their fingers. 007 FM… We bringing everybody home. [Verse 1 — Warm, Rhythmic Baritone] She got a pencil and a grocery list, Calling up her sister, asking who brings what. I hear "greens" and "macaroni" from the kitchen, Then she turns around and gives me that look. Says, "You listening?" I say, "Every word." She says, "Then tell me what I said." I say, "Baby, we're about to feed some people." She laughs and shakes that pretty head. I got the bar stocked, ice on the way, Something with a little kick, something lemonade. Sweet tea chilling, water for the crowd, And a little extra punch when the cousins come around. [Pre-Chorus — Rising Tenor] Got the needles clean, microphone checked, Old-school records standing by the deck. Before the first plate makes another round… Baby, we gon' put some love in this house. [Chorus — Full Tenor, Rich Family Harmonies] Pass the gravy, turn me up, Let that bass roll through the room. Pull another chair up to the table, We can always make some room. Football playing in the guest room, Somebody laughing down the hall. Thankful for the food before us, Even more thankful for y'all. [High Tenor] We got another day together— [Deep Baritone] That's enough to celebrate. [Verse 2 — Playful Baritone] Doorbell ringing, somebody yell, "Come in!" Auntie brought a pan nobody better bend. Uncle got opinions 'bout the starting quarterback, Ain't put his coat down, already talking back. Kids making laps between the grown folks' knees, Somebody holler, "Close that door, you letting out the heat!" One cousin lifting foil before we bless the meal, Baby taps his hand: "You better let that seal!" I slide behind her while she checks the stove, Say, "You looking good running this whole show." She says, "Then get them glasses off the shelf." I kiss her cheek and go and make myself some help. [Pre-Chorus — Warm Midrange to Falsetto] Set the music low, somebody saying grace, Let the whole room settle in one place. All these different roads that brought us here… For a little while, everybody's near. [Chorus — Full Band, Sweeping Strings] Pass the gravy, turn me up, Let that bass roll through the room. Pull another chair up to the table, We can always make some room. Football playing in the guest room, Somebody laughing down the hall. Thankful for the food before us, Even more thankful for y'all. [Airy Falsetto] We got another day together— [Low Warm Finish] That's enough to celebrate. [Spoken Breakdown — Bass, Handclaps] Now, hold on… Who made this sweet potato pie? Don't everybody answer. [Audience Laughs.] And whoever took my good glass To put cranberry sauce in it… We gon' talk after the game. Baby, come here. You been on your feet all day. Give me that towel. Go sit down a minute. [Eight-Bar Break — Blues Guitar, Violin Replies] [Background Vocals: "Come on home… come on home…"] [Bridge — Exposed Baritone Building to Tenor] There's a picture on the shelf beside the flowers, Somebody we still mention when we eat. We start telling stories, laughing through the missing, Like we almost hear them pulling up a seat. Some years we had to stretch what we were serving, Still remember leaving with a plate. Now I'm watching little ones reach for the same things We were reaching for at their age. [Strings Rise. Organ Swells.] So before we get distracted by the scoreboard, Before another song gets everybody loud— [Soaring Tenor] Let me tell you while you're here— [Band Drops; Deep Spoken Voice] I'm glad you made it to the house. [Final Chorus — Powerful Lead, Gospel-Soul Harmonies] Pass the gravy, turn me up, Let that bass roll through the room. Pull another chair up to the table, We can always make some room. Baby finally sitting by me, Got her feet up, looking fine. I can hear the whole house living… Wish we could slow down time. [Background Vocals] Another day… Another day… [Lead — High Tenor] Thankful for another Thanksgiving— [Descending Baritone] With the people that I love. [Outro — Rhodes, Strings, Low Spoken Voice] Now get you a plate to take home. Not that