Arrange the Deck

GrizzlyJones…hanging with the Hamilton’s

Topher and Larry

Arrange the Deck

A punchy electronic drum machine loop starts—crisp 808 snare and a driving four-on-the-floor kick. A funky, highly polished, slap-style synth bassline snakes into the mix. Bright, sparkly 80s-style chords wash over the top.)

(Spoken playfully over the beat)

Check the layout. Move it left. No, wait. Slide it back. Perfect.

Arrange the deck, arrange the deck,This way, no, this works better this way. Got the setup locked, avoiding any wreck,Three plastic thrones in a pristine display. We are sitting high, looking incredibly grand , In the finest teal Adirondacks in the land. Larry and Topher, side by side, in front of me as we share stories and laughs. Chillin' on the patio in the broad daylight.

It’s June second, and the sky is clear blue, Larry’s turning sixty-eight, a hell of dude! Got a driving beat and a funky bass groove, Pimp-ass teal chairs making everybody move. Yeah, we’re enjoying the day, one to remember, The finest birthday hangout of the entire week.

(Audio Production Note: The bassline drops into a syncopated, staccato funk pattern. Hi-hats open up.)

The weather is perfect, a picture-postcard scene, Living like kings on a deck so clean. Count it out now, feel the rhythm in your chest, A nice little breeze, nature doing its best. One, two, three, breeze—man, that feels nice. One, two, three, breeze—paradise twice. Wait... hold on. What’s that smell? fresh cut grass, floating right by my chair, I know it’s gonna tickle my nose.

(Audio Production Note: The driving drums drop out suddenly, leaving only a ticking rimshot and a pulsating synth pad.)

Oh no... fresh cut grass. The tickle is rising, it's rising fast. Eyes watering up, losing my breath...Ah... Ah... I’m gonna sneeze!

(Audio Production Note: The full beat explodes back in with maximum energy, heavy synthesizer brass stabs, and a driving bass hook.)

It’s June second, and the sky is clear blue, Larry’s turning sixty-eight, a hell of dude! Got a driving beat and a funky bass groove, Pimp-ass teal chairs making everybody move. Yeah, we’re enjoying the day, one to remember, The finest birthday hangout of the entire week.

(Audio Production Note: The instruments strip away one by one, leaving just the funky electronic drum loop and the wandering synth bassline.)

Arrange the deck, arrange the deck.Yeah, leave it right there. Happy sixty-eighth, Larry. Topher, pass the that smoke.Teal chairs forever.

(The track fades out on a final, resonant synthesizer chord and a single, echoing kick drum.)