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Phone Dial
01:51
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(Verse 1)
Fenced in,
I feel that empty feeling that you always get when you're satisfied.
The sin,
I left you with when we fucked and you said that you could just die.
The cup,
That I knocked over when I left that morning while you were still asleep.
Fucked up,
Because I can't take the fact that I conducted a pussy robbery.
(Chorus)
All your lovin', all your effort, all your caring was futile, futile.
And all you wanted for tomorrow was a half-assed phone dial, phone dial.
(Verse 2)
I thought,
Maybe I'd have some fun with you last night and then leave you dry.
I caught,
Some kinda feeling that remorse is just a word for cheap intercourse.
So after,
Tearing hair out, feeling guilty, I thought i'd just come by and make my course.
One knock,
The door flung open, standing there with that cute cocked eyed smile.
Listen I...
Sure I'll have a drink and stay awhile...
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Oh, we've been livin out here for a couple of years,
Me and Zorina ain't got no fears, all these kids hung out to dry, when the subways not around you can hear them cry, all you can do is heave a heavy sigh, and please babe get that smoke out my eye! All they do is sell their souls, sell their souls and then they die. But me and her, we don't need real much, and me and her we don't get the normal bunch, and me and her we just love the cold best, and me and her we just don't get the rest,
'cuz all we need is some glue and smoke in our chest,
ooooh,
all we need is some glue and smoke in our chest,
ooooh,
all we need is some glue and smoke in our chest,
all i got in my pocket is my tube and my pipe,
oh that bag of sunshine and sticky delight,
i look around all these long railroads,
my Zorina's eyes they turn into codes and,
out of the snow comes flying toads,
and Zorina's eyes stare says she loves me loads,
all these people and passer-by's they look at my eyes and they as me why.
But me and her we don't need real much,
and me and her just don't get the normal bunch,
and me and her we love the cold best,
and me and her we just hate the rest,
all we need, all we need baby, is just a little bit
'cuz all we need is some glue and smoke in our chest,
ooooh,
all we need is some glue and smoke in our chest,
oooh, oooh,
all we need is some glue and smoke in our chest,
Welcome to our world.
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If I Were An Aphid
03:06
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If I were an Aphid, would you still notice me?
If I were an Aphid, could you still see what I see?
If I were an Aphid, could you still see through me?
If I were an Aphid, would you wanna be me?
Ohhhh...
If I were an Aphid, would you still be around?
If I were an Aphid, if I fell, would I make a sound?
If I were an Aphid, would you spray me off your tree?
If I were an Aphid, would you still love me?
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Beefbud's Cosmic Ariola Cleveland, Ohio
Beefbud's Cosmic Ariola is an Experimental project, based in Cleveland. It features a vast array of artists from a wide
spectrum. As stated in an interview it's a "..collective of freaky, drug using street kids, making music using bedroom, lo-fi aesthetic."
It's dominant artists in the Cosmic Ariola collective include Experimental artist DJ Stamos, Acid rock guitarist Bamboo, IDM artist Magichash.
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