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What No One's Thinking

The Big Goodbye

Pretty Intentions

Lala Sadii - 24/7 (NOT MINE, not slowed or speeded up)

This darkwave version of Ordinary takes what was once an uplifting ode to comfort and simplicity and recasts it in shadow; the same lyrics, set against dissonant synths and a brooding delivery, shift from celebration to resignation, turning “ordinary” from a source of safety into a haunting reminder of inevitability and fragility - a total tonal shift.
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LYRICS:
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They say
The holy water's watered down
And this town's lost its faith
Our colors will fade eventually

So, if our time is runnin' out
Day after day
We'll make 
The mundane our masterpiece

Oh my, my
Oh my, my love
I take one look at you

You're takin' me out of the ordinary
I want you layin' me down 
Til we're dead and buried
I'm on the edge of your knife
Stayin' drunk on your vine
The angels up in the clouds 
Are jealous knowin' we found

Somethin' so out of the ordinary
You got me kissin' the ground 
Of your sanctuary
Shatter me with your touch
Oh Lord, return me to dust
The angels up in the clouds 
Are jealous knowin' we found

Hopeless hallelujah
On this side of Heaven's gate

Oh, my life, how do ya
Breathe and take my breath away?

At your altar
I will pray
You're the sculptor
I'm the clay

Oh my, my-

You're takin' me 
Out of the ordinary
I want you layin' me down 
Til we're dead and buried
I'm on the edge of your knife
Stayin' drunk on your vine
The angels up in the clouds 
Are jealous knowin' we found

Somethin' so out of the ordinary
You got me kissing the ground
Of your sanctuary 
Shatter me with your touch
Oh Lord, return me to dust
The angels up in the clouds 
Are jealous knowin' we found

Somethin' so heavenly
Higher than ecstasy
Whenever you're next to me
Oh my, my

World was in black and white 
Until I saw your light
I thought you had to die to find

Somethin' so out of the ordinary
I want you laying me down
Til we're dead and buried
I'm on the edge of your knife
Stayin' drunk on your vine
The angels up in the clouds 
Are jealous knowin' we found

Somethin' so out of the ordinary
You got me kissing the ground
Of your sanctuary 
Shatter me with your touch
Oh Lord, return me to dust
The angels up in the clouds 
Are jealous knowin' we found

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ORDINARY | Alex Warren | Darkwave Version

This is the definitive version of “Electric Fruit.” A kaleidoscopic daydream. Jangly Mac DeMarco–style guitars drift through Flaming Lips–like cosmic haze, while Paul McCartney’s Ram playfulness and Syd Barrett’s eccentric psychedelia twist the melody into something tender, surreal, and oddly beautiful. Woozy synths, quirky basslines, and lush harmonies carry the song from intimate lo-fi charm to a sparkling, otherworldly finale. It’s whimsical and strange, yet warm and melodic — a psychedelic pop oddity you can hum along to.

Electric Fruit

(Verse 1)
They only loved me when I was young,
That’s what their whispers carved in my tongue.
Pure and pretty, a fragile dream,
Used by the hands that made me bleed.
Biting down hard, I swallowed the lies,
Why was I chosen to pay the price?
Now that I’m 21, I rot in delusion,
Old doll, cracked baby, trapped in confusion.

(Pre-chorus)
I knew them,
I climbed into their bed.
They poured their sins inside of me,
A pretty angel, stained by fire—
I said I asked for it.

(Chorus)
Blood in the sin,
Everyone breaks dolls.
Somebody’s daughter repeats my fall tonight.
(Desire and violence) blood in the sin.
(Scent of skin) hungry eyes devour her.
(Empty promises) somebody’s daughter gets ruined tonight.

(Post-chorus)
Desire and violence.
Smell of sin. 
Empty promises. 
Desire and violence, desire and violence.
Desire and violence.
Smell of sin. 
Empty promises. 
Desire and violence, desire and violence.

(Verse 2)
They keep me locked inside a cage,
A spectacle for their hunger and rage.
Chains for the lost, the unholy condemned,
I whisper “help me,” but it never ends.

(Pre-chorus)
I knew them,
I climbed into their bed.
They poured their sins inside of me,
A pretty angel, stained by fire—
I said I asked for it.

(Chorus)
Blood in the sin,
Everyone breaks dolls.
Somebody’s daughter repeats my fall tonight.
(Desire and violence) blood in the sin.
(Scent of skin) hungry eyes devour her.
(Empty promises) somebody’s daughter gets ruined tonight.

(Bridge)
It wasn’t the stranger from far away,
Not the shadow man down the street—
It was the hands I trusted most,
The eyes I had met too many times.
Your brother, your neighbor,
The circus beneath the floor.
Cruel white men draining me,
Fulfilling sins behind closed doors.
Now I’m broken, marked by their flame,
Am I a creature of Satan,
Or just a child who carries their shame?

(B-side)
Shame, shame,
Shame, shame,
Just a child, a CHILD
shame, shame,
shame, shame

(Post-chorus)
Desire and violence.
Smell of sin. 
Empty promises. 
Desire and violence, desire and violence.
Desire and violence.
Smell of sin. 
Empty promises. 
Desire and violence, desire and violence.

(Outro)
Honey, baby… ah.

Desire and violence


No one wants to hear it straight 
But life's a brawler, and now I'm late 
When I'm bruised when you're bent It's got us feeling like pocket lint

Stars are dropping out of the sky 
Midnight is screaming, feeling pretty spry 
Scraping by with no defense at all 
Pulling scabs off these scars to break the fall

I'm done with all the fucking games 
Done with chasing echoes, faces and names 
and fighting for a spark that's long dead
 God bless this ringing in my head

My heart burns like a cigarette
 Leaving trails that smell like regret 
Ashes fly all up in my eyes 
Shit makes me want to cry

Crossed up wires and missing screens
 Trying to make sense of the dreams
 Communication lost in the night 
Screaming for some light

I'm done with all the fucking games
 Done with chasing echoes, faces and names 
and fighting for a spark that's long dead
 God bless all this ringing in my head

i'm done - remix

I'm the Prize

D!-ProJect - You break my Rules

BITE II

EchoPop is the musical alter ego of Flannery, a college professor and actress who turns real-life emotion into vivid, genre-blending pop.

Inspired by The Beatles, 1960s oldies, and the bright charm of bubblegum pop, EchoPop’s sound lives somewhere between nostalgia and the future. Her songs are catchy, emotional, and often playfully self-aware.

If EchoPop were a comic book hero, she would be The Professor of Pop, teaching life lessons through melody and turning heartbreak into hooks.

Her music moves across genres from indie pop to electro to rap, all with one purpose: to make you feel something and maybe laugh a little too.

I'm the Prize

Echo Pop

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