Bebe im faded (Remix ArthemisEE) (RemasteЯ)

A fusion begins with hypnotic synths and lo-fi textures in the G# B C# E G# E A C# scale, Melancholic vocaloid lines layer over steady, rhythmic handclaps and a deep, growling bass, Techno and booty bass grooves drive verses; a beat switch erupts into energetic drumstep with bursts of Bhangra percussion, flexing dynamic dhol hits, and syncopated kicks, Emotional female runs intertwine with dance-ready Punjabi rhythms, blending chopped vocal samples, The sound retains a faded, atmospheric edge, balancing emotional depth and uplifting energy

[INSTRUMENTAL] [CHORUS] I drank myself stone drunk, Can’t crawl onto the bunk, That winding path I rove Led me to the cherry grove, Yes, that winding path I rove Led me to the cherry grove. [VERSE 1] The cuckoo keeps on coo-ing, (Coo-coo, coo-coo, coo-coo) Sets my heart a-woo-ing. Tell me, tell me, pray, Whisper right a-way, Where my darling is woo-ing. (Out with Lyuba, coo-ing) If he’s stranded on the road, Guide him safely to an abode, (In the name of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Ghost, Amen) If he’s lying there with Lyuba in a bed, Punish him, dear Lord—strike him dead, (May his pine-cone stay withered) If he’s lying there with Lyuba in a bed, Punish him, dear Lord—strike him dead. (May his pine-cone stay withered) [HARD INSTRUMENTAL] [MOANING VOCALIZATION] Oh-yo-lee-lo-lee-yo-o Oh-yo-lee-lo-lee-yo-o Oh-yo-lee-lo-lee-yo-o Oh-yo-lee-lo-lee-yo-o [CHORUS] I drank myself stone drunk, Can’t crawl onto the bunk, That winding path I rove Led me to the cherry grove, Yes, that winding path I rove Led me to the cherry grove. [VERSE 2] Why am I not the chosen? (Instagram? I’m not posin’) Why’s that stranger the chosen? (On Insta she’s a star) I’m a good girl, I’m a looker, But my fate’s a crooked hooker, (So crooked) I’m a good girl, I’m a looker, But my fate’s a crooked hooker. (So crooked) Had I known before the wedding That wedlock felt so dreading, I would loose my golden plait, Sit at home and guard the gate, I would loose my golden plait, Sit at home and guard the gate. [CHORUS] I drank myself stone drunk, Can’t crawl onto the bunk, That winding path I rove Led me to the cherry grove, Yes, that winding path I rove Led me to the cherry grove. [END]

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