Blind Mime Ensemble's  2024 remake of Briyan Frederick original 1983 4-track cassette recording.

Shouldn't We Be?

You don't know where you're going
You don't know where you've been
But there's something in us knowing
It's a race we're gonna win
Sometimes maybe I'm thinking
That I should just give in
But I'll be with you, somehow
You know I will now

[chorus]
Shouldn't we be
On the top my friend
Shouldn't we be
Winning in the end
Where you and me
Are living wildly
'Cos shouldn't 
Shouldn't
(Shouldn't  we…)
Shouldn't we be?

Now I've got to admit that
At times I feel it too
But I know we can live through it
When I hold on tight to you
We can fly up to the heavens
Freer than the wind
And be all we can think of
And laughing once again

[chorus]
Shouldn't we be
On the top my friend
Shouldn't we be
Winning in the end
Where you and me
Are living wildly
'Cos shouldn't 
Shouldn't
(Shouldn't  we…)
Shouldn't we be?

I guess it's something that 
We all feel sometimes
It gets you feeling like you're
At the end of the line
But here in my eyes
You'll find something you need
So hold on to the sunshine
And pretty soon we will be

[chorus]
Shouldn't we be
On the top my friend
Shouldn't we be
Winning in the end
Where you and me
Are living wildly
'Cos shouldn't 
Shouldn't
(Shouldn't  we…)
Shouldn't we be?

Shouldn't we be?
Shouldn't we be?
Shouldn't we be?
Shouldn't we be?…

Shouldn't We Be?

Blind Mime Ensemble remakes a 1983 Studiomaster cassette 4-track recording by Briyan Frederick.

I'm Just a Unit In Time

I'm a processed unit
A unit in time
I'm a processed unit
A unit in time
I can't tell if it's yours
Or if it's mine
Because I'm a processed unit
A unit in time

Left, right, left, right
I can't tell if it's wrong or right
I'm just a processed unit in time
Oh
I can't tell if it's right or if it's wrong

So so long
I'm just a unit in time
Taking my
Taking my
What…is… mine

I'm Just a Unit In Time

I'm Just A Unit In Time

If I had the words to say
Good enough to speak
If I could almost say
Almost just what I mean

Would you turn away?
(turn away, turn away, turn away)
Would you turn away?
(turn away, turn away, turn away)

And if our eyes meet
Would I touch a place in you
If tenderness touch off some tension
What would you do?

Would you turn away?
(turn away, turn away, turn away)
Would you turn away?
(turn away, turn away, turn away)
Would you turn away?
(turn away, turn away, turn away)
Would you turn away?
(turn away, turn away, turn away)

If two hearts can be one
I will try to become that one
But if I call your name
I wonder which way you will run

Would you turn away?
(turn away, turn away, turn away)
Would you turn away?
(turn away, turn away, turn away)
Would you turn away?
(turn away, turn away, turn away)
Would you turn away?
(turn away, turn away, turn away)

Would you?…

Would You?

No, I can't explain
I cannot try 
To run away
'Cos sometimes I
Get the urge
To maybe
Put it in
And shout it out
But usually I don't

Ok
I went too far
I jumped the groove
I wrecked the car
But sometimes don't you
Get the urge
To maybe 
Turn it on
And jerk it loose
But usually you don't

Ooh
I did it on
I did it on
I did it on impulse
Ooh
I did it on
I did it on
I did it on impulse

Impulse…

My mind grows dark
It's like I'm gone
It's planning marks
I come undone
Against the urge
To maybe
Knock it off
And kick it down
Would I, could I, should I

Ooh
I did it on
I did it on
I did it on impulse
Ooh
I did it on
I did it on
I did it on impulse

Impulse…

No, I can't explain
I cannot try 
To run away
'Cos sometimes I
Get the urge
To maybe
Put it in
And shout it out
But usually I don't

Ooh
I did it on
I did it on
I did it on impulse
Ooh
I did it on
I did it on
I did it on impulse

Impulse…

I Did It On Impulse

I'm spiraling
Out of
Control
I'm losing
Contact
With my soul

I'm boxed in by
Something that
I don't know
It's too much
It's too much
It's too much

Anxiety attack from mars
(ahhhhh nooo woah)
Anxiety attack from mars
(ahhhhh nooo woah)

Closing in now
I cannot
Escape
No hope, no
Can't let go
Heart race

Anxiety attack from mars
(ahhhhh nooo woah)
Anxiety attack from mars
(ahhhhh nooo woah)

Heart won't stop pounding
Pounding, pounding, pounding
Fear and dread compounded
Alarms have all been sounded
Fractions can't be rounded
Grounded, bound and drownded

Anxiety attack from mars
(ahhhhh nooo woah)
Anxiety attack from mars
(ahhhhh nooo woah)

Anxiety Attack From Mars

Music and lyric by Briyan Frederick
Originally recorded at home on 4-track cassette by Briyan Frederick in 1985

I'm Looking At You

I close my eyes
Afraid of what's there
Open them wide
Oh, girl, you're every where
I can't stand it
Go away
Girl, girl, girl
There ain't no hiding place

Every time I turn around
My heads in a whirl
Every time I turn around
I'm looking at you, girl
Every time I turn around
My heads in a whirl
Every time I turn around
I'm looking at you, girl

I turn around
Afraid of the pain
I'm losing ground
Why you acting this way
Am I crazy?
I don't know
All I know, baby
Is know matter where I go

Every time I turn around
My heads in a whirl
Every time I turn around
I'm looking at you, girl
Every time I turn around
My heads in a whirl
Every time I turn around
I'm looking at you, girl

Tell me something
Are you feeling it too
Every time you turn around
Am I looking at you?
I can't help it
Don't know why
Whenever I call out
You keep on walking by

Every time I turn around
My heads in a whirl
Every time I turn around
I'm looking at you, girl
Every time I turn around
My heads in a whirl
Every time I turn around
I'm looking at you, girl

I'm looking at you…
I'm looking at you…
I'm looking at you…
I'm looking at you…

I'm Looking At You

Lyric and music by Briyan Frederick
Tapegerm seed by Mike McGarry
© Brian F Baker | Published by Blind Mime Music, ASCAP

It's the roarin' twenties again
Not 19 but 20 twenty-jive
Believe it (oooooh…)
Complete with t-strapped flappers
And dapper rappers
(Crazy times call for…)
Crazy times

Tech-tockin' rhythms in play
Jazzed-up beats with a digital sway
Can you feel it? (oooooh…)
Swingin’ brass, a glitch in the past
TikTok dancers movin’ fast
(Crazy times call for…)
Crazy times

Crazy times call for much
More…
SWING!

SWING!

Lest we begin to think
We're on the brink about to sink
Don't believe it (oooooh…)
This retro-phase
For pre-depression needs it
(Crazy times call for…)
Crazy times

(HEY!!!)

Bring the swing
Bring the swing
Bring the swing
BRING IT!!!

As you swing past the monkey cage
Orangutans are all the rage
Can't believe it (oooooh…)
Maybe the populace
Knows more than them or us
(Crazy times call for…)
Crazy times

(HEY!!!)

Grab 'em by the…
SWING!!!

All the about-faces in my threads
Heading for bluer skies instead
But I don't see it (oooooh…)
Let's crash the glasses in the fire
And party with all the deniers
(Crazy times call for…)
Crazy times

SWING!!!!

Wave your swing flag now
Wave your swing flag now
Don't ask how just
DO IT!!!

Let's get through it…

Come morning we have each other
Hazy heads on tangled lovers
Squeeze it (oooooh…)
Let tomorrow bring reality
But tonight I'm gonna swing this thing
(Crazy times call for…)
Crazy times



Crazy Times Call For Crazy Times

Words and music by Briyan Frederick
© Brian F Baker | Published by Blind Mime Music, ASCAP
Synthesizers by Briyan Frederick
Instruments and vocals by Suno #ai

Grinning Through a Genocide

Let's leave, I know the ending
They've been ginning up the conquest
It was over before the beginning
The best laid plans of old friends

It's the ketchup and the mustard
Conspiring with the hounds
They're cooking it in madness
Unconcerned with how that sounds

Grinning through a genocide
Oh that  evil, evil grin
He didn't think to hide it
The monster's closing in
Grinning through a genocide
That evil, smirking grin
You break it now you buy it
What a world we're living in

To the victor go the spoils
As the losers board the train
Where ovens cooking children
Of the last ones to complain

Grinning through a genocide
Oh that  evil, evil grin
He didn't think to hide it
The monster's closing in
Grinning through a genocide
That evil, smirking grin
You break it now you buy it
What a world we're living in

Forgive the bluntness of my shovel
As it lands upon your head
Your home is now a hovel
You can't return to mourn your dead

Grinning through a genocide
Oh that  evil, evil grin
He didn't think to hide it
The monster's closing in
Grinning through a genocide
That evil, smirking grin
You break it now you buy it
What a world we're living in

Grinning Through a Genocide

Words and music by Ken Clinger and Dan Fioretti

John M. Bennett

There's a John M. Bennett in the oatmeal
There's John M. Bennett flicking a flea in the furnace
An aggregation of eskimos were smashing bricks with a John M. Bennett
I was selling a salami in my John M. Bennett
I moved a Neanderthal over my John M. Bennett
There were perpendicular pickles and porcupines all around the John M. Bennett
I noticed a John M. Bennett hovering over the ocean but didn't tell anyone
The John M. Bennett in the bathroom was covered with leaves and sparkles
I threw a shoe at my John M. Bennett
I threw a hammer at my John M. Bennett
I stared at a clock underneath my John M. Bennett while hordes of John M. Bennetts disappeared over the horizon

John M Bennett

Physical Premise (alternate version)  (Catfish)
lyrics ©Catfish
image & music by Suno AI

His mouth gaped in amazement
As he listened to
The twinkle of misinterpretation
Coming in such an ardent disease
He knew for a fact
That timeliness became inodorous

He had read in a physics journal
The previous evening
That matter ascended
Overrunning the universe of neglect

And furthermore
Mediation was not possible
With submission rules
As the shipwreck of retaliation

It meant that convertible energy
Accounted for more than half the tobacco
Descended from false coloring

And to conclude
Gesticulation of such processes
Was as inauspicious
As it was minute



Physical Premise (alternate version)  (Catfish)

Original words and music by Bill Jones Show from the song, "1000 Ways to Get Rid of Your Wife," from the 1990 cassette "I'm Sammy Bananas"

Briyan Frederick: guitars, bass, sunoai

we were watching television
he was watching television

i was thinking
hmm…
hmmm…
a thousand ways to get rid of your date
hmm.

well, he changed the channel with the remote control
and i let my fingers do the talking
hmm…

[break]

then i popped some popcorn
hmm…
and broke out of my day dream 
hmm…

[break]

he said, "make some coffee, honey" 
then i walked behind him 
and smiled 
hmm
hmm…

a thousand and one ways to get rid of your date
hmm…

Physical Premise (alternate version) (Catfish)

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