Name: BBB FM Radio Set bASYC Tracks by bASYC
Duration: 13 min 23 s
Description: My first radio play ever. South Australian Community Radio station BBB FM 98.1 saw my tracks in a Facebook group and plugged them. Berossa After Hours with Edey and Cheyenne. Loving it, quality a bit compressed

Spot Them On Sight

Dirty 7 -Spot Them On Sight

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Track listing:

1 - Kaya Project - One Hundred Lights - Grouch Remix
2 - Grouch - Lysergik
3 - Grouch - Perfukt
4 - Grouch - Reverse Entropy
5 - Grouch - Acid Tested
6 - Grouch - Exile
7 - Olie Bassweight - Oddysey - Grouch Remix
8 - Grouch - Drowning in Dub
9 - Grouch - Soul Provider 

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Grouch in Dub - Live At Boom Festival 2014 - Chillout Stage

[Verse 1]
Living a life that's normal be, living a life of conformity, 
I try reside beside the sheep, but watch for wolves, they're stalking me,
Go to sleep, but keep a peeper open treat ya foes like hide and seek,
Meet ‘em meek, when they sneak unleash the beast and prove them weak,
But who they be, we got so many enemies but it ain't the ones you see,
Cause it's the, government officials keeping us crippled, 
The judicial systems superficial, crooks on top who cook their books
And took our rights it's beneficial,
So in the initial, it gave us hope butwhat a joke, 
If we'd known, we'd give Cleisthenes a motherfucking rope,
And watch him choke, this system veils the simpleminded folk,
Think you vote but all you do is give away your pride you know,
Here we go, we spiral outside of the times, stand in line to cast our voice,
But the choice is fucking blind, 
Two parties in our mind we lose our sight each time they fight,
Little by little's fine, so no need to call it a crime.

[Chorus]
Let's remove hypocrisy from bureaucracy,
Can't you see, we're getting fucked like theocracy,
Come on, even Socrates opposed democracy, 
Ain’t youse had enough of the aristocracy.

[Verse 2]
We got our leaders greeting seniors to gauge the meter,
What can we take from them, whilst keeping em scared enough to keep us,
The media see's to this thus, creating uneasiness cause,
They need to halve their pensions without causing a fuss,
It's fucked, but it’s if's and Mithras, are you left or right,
Align on either side, no ambidextrous, 
Fitting moulds like Tetris, keep yourself in check cause, 
Independent’s ineptness, it's like plebiscites for rights,
Despite, the illusion, that you can choose one, 
The figurehead gets bigger bread, we all lose some, 
The scapegoats got no escape though, we argue and blue its nothing new,
What’s to do, the legislation goes through,
Behind the battle lines, they devise their lies,
And share the prize that is our lives, we lose rights most every night, 
They make the hype and play the fight, we think we won but we should cry,
The agenda continues.

[Verse 3]
The MP's passing the parcel, our financial arsenal, 
A bunch of arseholes,
The PM's bargaining charcoal, the countries impartial, 
Like yeah what, we got our arms full,    
Give that man a raise who slashed the penalty rates,
Bridging the gap, nah fuck it, reduce their wage,
Cover-up the rage, debate, then set up the stage,
Watch the chickens fight until they forget that they are caged,
We got pollies copping lobbyist gobbies for foreplay,
Those wallies, follow dollars and hollow like frack hey,
Such cockiness they wallow and swallow the fact they,
Stab in the back, increase tax and don't pay,
So dictators will fall, not meaning bangers and mash,
Autocrats will live, and simply belay the facts,
We're we better off with who, in truth, we ain't got jack,
Everyone one is fucked, no matter how the chips' stacked.

Demoncracy - Remix

[Chorus x2]
Damn, man I'm so motherfucking ugly, 
Not even the ugly’s will hug me,
Man, damn I'm so motherfucking ugly, 
Not even, not even

[Verse]
Ain't no joke that I'm ugly, my mother wouldn't touch me,
At birth lucky the nurse had gloves otherwise I'd be,
A lot worse off in the medical waste bin, 
My pockmark face just like Marvel's The Thing,
As a teen my teacher got stung in a pedo ring,
Was in his demographic he attempted nothing, 
A real face for radio if you paper bagged it,
If my dad just stayed flaccid, I'd've never happened,
Then you'd all be glad that this face never made it,
Not just my face but my cranium's misshapen,
Was born a redhead, then it went a little brown,
Now my hairs falling out recedings all round,
I'm proceeding to the lounge I need to sit down,
My weight, makes me sweat when I breathe for the count,
I'm out like the lights in the house, 
Though I live alone my roomy hates my sight I got a hand for a spouse.  

[Chorus x2]
Damn, man I'm so motherfucking ugly, 
Not even the ugly’s will hug me,
Man, damn I'm so motherfucking ugly, 
Not even, not even

[Verse 2]
Haven't left the house in a week, cause I think I'm freak,
It's not only me judging from peoples shouts in the street,
And the sign that they keep, turning green when we meet, 
Vomiting they leave, but I believe,
I'm beautiful maybe not on the outside or the inside,
Or you know, like on any side,
Anyways despite it, I'm a fight this, 
I've got basic human rights, right?
You can't deny this, gotta show me some respect, 
It took a lot of guts for me to get up out of bed,
And I don't mean courage I'm talking about my waist,
Gotta use weight, to counterbalance myself straight,
So see me waddling, triple chins all wobbling, 
Collagen like porridge, and complexion is worrisome,
Cleft palette, humpbacked, leg dragging, ball sac torn bad
All that and a coupla chip packs. 

[Chorus x2]
Damn, man I'm so motherfucking ugly, 
Not even the ugly’s will hug me,
Man, damn I'm so motherfucking ugly, 
Not even, not even

[Verse 3]
A thing that tends to bum me out, is dating when you’re ugly how,
I’m supposed to get a wife, with no money and not funny, now
A days it’s all on tinder, can’t bring myself to sling a, 
Pic of my ding-a-linger, as it’s a spaghetti stringer,
No right swipes for nice guys, I’m negging bitches online,
In real life, I can’t hide, they gouge out their own eyes,
A blind date, this other chick be staring down my way,
A case of Cacospectamania, and so I say,
Hey baby, I’m easy, like one, to, three, please be, 
No more like four, deplore that I have ABCD,
An ugly little duck I be, I’ll grow you see, you don’t know me,
Murphy’s law, the breed is probably a fucking Muscovy, 
My councilor is helping me, he quacked it’s a doc,
Explaining games and love, mono and poly but I shrugged,
Misjudged, unloved, so in perpetuity I tug, 
Cause I’m ugly, so motherfucking ugly, damn

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My first radio play ever. South Australian Community Radio station BBB FM 98.1 saw my tracks in a Facebook group and plugged them. Berossa After Hours with Edey and Cheyenne. Loving it, quality a bit compressed

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