(GFR024) DIRTYHAIR
by All These Fingers
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Digital Album
Immediate download of 9-track album in your choice of high-quality MP3, FLAC, or just about any other format you could possibly desire.
◊ GFR and ATF are proud to present ◊ DIRTYHAIR ◊ (GFR024)◊ A collection of all new tracks from 2011, crooked bangers & quiet anthems for cheap car stereos in the summer time. ◊ Co-released this time from Grappa Frisbee Records and ATF.◊ GET IT NOW! ◊Buy Now name your price
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gams
02:56
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olwispybeard
01:55
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whitefluff
01:12
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tomeetyou
02:26
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wormwood
01:58
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phalonfeet
03:31
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italogreezeback
03:47
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maddiesbangs
03:36
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scantrons
00:59
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about
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released 14 June 2011
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GFR is a small DIY Net Label based in Southington, CT; Specializing in the Abstract side of fresh new music, arts and culture.
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- Track Name: olwispybeard
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call him Beefheart cause he clears the spot
deep in the gums making enamel rot
fast forward to the end without knowing plot
one shot, heavy like a fat bitch on top
killer green makes the peeps go red
no telling what shit'll come out of his head
dining on crust, making no bread
mumbles to himself like the walking dead
back of the class in a private chair
stares into your eyes when he's not even there
cheats when he can, don't play fair
swallow pesticide and blow it in the air
lives under the streets in a world of his own
buried in trash, ratking on his throne
it's just that other voice at the end of the phone
swallow skinny bitches and spit out the bones
