Music and words: Michael W. Dean
Voice: Phil Wormuth
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We were the idealists, the Beef People, before Brian died, back when he was full of life.
I’m just looking in the mirror knowing I was right.
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Be here now and be there then, with being on and off the college Phil and I left to go onto to bigger and better things.
The party where they trashed my house, I didn’t participate, but I didn’t stop anyone. I watched from on top of the fridge. From on high in my own kitchen at 8 Curtis Street.
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We were what we were and somehow we still are this day.
(take…I don’t know what. Tasty cakes. Tasty cakes.)
This is a cut-up that is mostly about when I lived on the street in Washington DC when I was 19, in 1983.
Phil added the tasty cakes, though back then I was busy pulling them from dumpsters behind the restaurant where I worked. lol.
But it’s also about how Phil and I have known each other since 1982 and survived and thrived.