Words and music by Briyan Frederick
© Brian F Baker | Published by Blind Mime Music, ASCAP
Briyan: sunoai

Stuck Outside the Inbox

I'm the opposite of the proverbial mime
Attracting chaos all around me all the time
And while blind mimes cannot speak
This old charade is very weak
Let's drop the mask of my absurdity
And tell the truth

This game of fools
Really has no rules to speak of
Only fools who play to prove
The next big move is nothing more than
Telling us that what we seek
Isn't what we think this week
Or next week
Boys who never become real
A Gold Knox you can't look and feel
This parade is never ending
To tell the truth

The point is f-in' ephemeral
The point is apple caramel
Dipped and bobbing in a barrel full of terrible twos
And you know who's
And Captain Kangaroo knew when
His end had come so lelt's end it then
But Bob's your uncle
And grandfather Clock is dead
I heard it said so it's the truth

We're stuck outside
We're stuck outside
We're always stuck outside the inbox
Why, oh, why?…
Why, oh, why?…

Why, oh, why? 
Why, oh, why? 
Why, oh, why? 
Why, oh, why? 

Stuck Outside the Inbox

Dolls (KC)
lyrics ©Ken Clinger
image by Meta AI
music by Suno AI

Dolls (KC)

Junior plays with dolls
Dolls of special kind
Seeing, hearing, being

Junior plays with dolls
Dolls on shelves and walls
And hidden beneath the bed

It’s Annabelle’s turn
Michael will be next
The step beyond before

Junior plays with dolls
Won’t touch a baseball bat
Strike 1, 2, 3, you’re out.

Anabelle’s eyes
Half focused, looking through
Calling, asking, wanting

Junior inside
With Anabelle’s dream
Shapes, colors, sounds

Wanting to be something
The world doesn’t know
Wouldn’t , couldn’t , shouldn’t

Junior plays with dolls
Won’t build a model plane
Mayday, mayday, mayday

Annabelle tires
Pushes Junior out
And Michael smiles

Michael’s eyes
Dim-focused pulling through
Pointing, showing, hinting.

Junior in Michael’s head
Hidden beneath the bed
Moving beyond before

Junior plays with dolls
Dolls of special kind
Seeing, hearing, being

Junior plays with dolls
Junior plays with dolls
Junior plays with dolls
Junior plays with dolls


Dolls (KC)

The Latest Social Crash (Briyan Frederick)
lyrics © Brian F Baker
image & music by Suno AI

The Latest Social Crash

All my friends are leaving
Bluer skies can't be deceiving
Where we all think the same
Beware orangutangs

Pull out your new spring dress
Let's put it to the test
Dip your toes and spread awareness
It's anybody's guess

Yes, yes, yes
Welcome, welcome
You're here at last!
(You have arrived)
At the latest social crash

Look around it's lovely
You and me and lately
So smart and trendy
Flexible and bendy
Share the meme I'm sending
Where all our minds are blending
Peter Pan and Wendy
Let's popcorn the ending

Yes, yes, yes
Welcome, welcome
You're here at last!
(You have arrived)
At the latest social crash

All your friends are here
With all our eyes and ears
Bathing in our tears
Lets focus on our fears

Yes, yes, yes
Welcome, welcome
You're here at last!
(You have arrived)
At the latest social crash

The latest and the greatest
The latest social crash…




The Latest Social Crash (Briyan Frederick)

Pony Tail (Briyan Frederick)
lyrics ©Bryan Baker
image by Meta AI
music by Suno AI

Pony Tail (Briyan Frederick)

Hey, girl
With the pony tail
Tel me
What are your thoughts hanging on?

Hey, girl
With the sad, brown eyes
Tell me
What are you thoughts hanging on?

And is it dark outside?
Where do your thoughts run and hide?
Why don't you open up your heart just a little bit
And let me step inside?
Oh, let me step inside

Hey, girl
With the tender smile
Tell me
What are you thoughts hanging on?

And is it dark outside?
Where do your thoughts run and hide?
Why don't you open up your heart just a little bit
And let me step inside?
Oh, let me step inside

No, I don't know the way
Don't hardly know what to say
But there's one thing I do know, girl
I've got a hand you can hold

And is it dark outside?
Where do your thoughts run and hide?
Why don't you open up your heart just a little bit
And let me step inside?
Oh, let me step inside

Hey, girl
With the pony tail
Tell me
What are your thoughts hanging on?

What are your thoughts hanging on?
What are your thought hanging on?



Pony Tail (Briyan Frederick)

Wintertide Constellations

Magnetron

by Briyan Frederick Baker
Published by Blind Mime Music, ASCAP
© Briyan Frederick Baker

This suno arrangement is licensed under CC BY 4.0 Briyan Frederick Baker, bfbmusic.com
Remix and share at https://suno.com/song/7f4eb93f-9349-43a4-a099-a9cd25ebbc33

Crazy

You may think I'm crazy
And maybe I am
But I don't know, it may be so
It may  be  maybe or
Maybe not, you know?

But if I'm truthful with myself
I'd be lying if I said
That I don't know what you mean
About the crazy in my head
But

[chorus]
I'm here if you want me
I'm here if you don't
Come get a little crazy
I will, if you won't
'Cos I'll be crazy with or without you
But I'm really, really crazy (crazy)
About you

People say I'm crazy
So I probably am
But people say the strangest things
They really do
They really can, can't they?

[chorus]
I'm here if you want me
I'm here if you don't
Come get a little crazy
I will, if you won't
'Cos I'll be crazy with or without you
But I'm really, really crazy (crazy, baby)
About you

[bridge]
It's all in how you look at it, I think
That's what I think anyway
Let's just sink into these covers
I'll show you all my crazy games
Forget what all your angels say
And wrap me in your arms (don't be alarmed)
If it gets a little crazy
I mean you no harm

[instrumental]

Whether or not I'm crazy
Whatever that may be
You won't forget about me, baby
'Cos crazy never leaves
It will leave its mark
On every sleeve
Believe in all my make believe
It's all you've got if you ever really get me
Believe it or not

[chorus]
I'm here if you want me
I'm here if you don't
Come get a little crazy
I will, if you won't
'Cos I'll be crazy with or without you
But I'm really, really crazy (crazy)

[outro]
I'm crazy (crazy)
About you…


Crazy

by Briyan Frederick and Joe Maki
Published by Blind Mime Music and Jomah Kai Music, ASCAP
© Briyan Frederick Baker, Joseph Alan Maki. All rights reserved.

Every Day Begins and Ends

A blurry figure caught in time
Something snapped in pebble shrines
Carpet frayed like time's lost twists
A ceiling fan spins my emptiness

Faces doubled, mirrored eyes
Hiding half, revealing lies
Water spreads the skyline thin
Shadows fade inside a grin

[Chorus]
Stitch me through the yarns of days gone by
Squelch my voice where angels lie
Strangers walk, the city's bends
Every day begins and ends again 

Laundry ghosts, a fleeting sign
Half a face, a borrowed line
Sand unraveling through my hands
Every day revisits them

[Chorus]
Stitch me through the yarns of days gone by
Squelch my voice where angels lie
Strangers walk, the city's bends
Every day begins and ends again 

[Bridge]
Push the button, watch it glow (watch it glow)
Secret codes, the natives know (the natives know)
Daydream ceilings, thread the seam (in between)
Every snapshot filled with things
Like who is that and what does it mean?

Can't quite make out the made up threads
Can't understand why I began
But I do know what brings the end
It's why I won't come back again

[Chorus]
Stitch me through the yarns of days gone by
Squelch my voice where angels lie
Strangers walk, the city's bends
Every day begins and ends again 

[outro]
Every day begins (and ends again…)
Every day begins (and ends again…)
Every day begins (and ends again…)
Every day begins (and ends again…)

Every Day Begins and Ends

by Briyan Frederick & Joe Maki
Published by Blind Mime Music, ASCAP and Interloper Productions, BMI
© Brian F Baker, Joseph Alan Maki
All rights reserved. Contact BFBMusic.com/licensing

Steve Martin (the famous Steve Martin) posts absurd phone photos on facebook and this song was prompted by one. It's a lid on a floor captioned, "BIG NEWS! This lid landed on the floor and didn't roll under a chair or counter or anything. It landed and stayed." Joe provide an instrumental seed he named "Diddly Shit" and I used that as the music basis writing the lyric and then arranging it in sunoai.

That's What I Think About Lids

My thoughts are like lids
They're like socks or like kids
I've thought about this
Quite a lot, here's the gist
My thoughts tumble 'round
And get stuck as they twist

Over and under
Like they're running for cover
Now that I'm older
They're like a lost lover

But this one is different
This thought has a name
It follows at distance
I called it, it came

[chorus]
And that's what I think about lids

[instrumental break]

But let's change the subject
Before I forget
I admit it's quite suspect
Me feigning regret
When I don't recall
The essence or matter
It's nothing much more
Than animal chatter

[chorus]
And that's what I think about lids

[bridge]
Life sometimes rains on every parade
The clowns and the candy
Are tossed out of frame
You reach for piñatas
You swing and you miss
Then the next kid in glasses
Blows you one last big kiss

It's absurd on the surface
Absurd on its face
Absurdity's insistance
Is my lifelong disgrace
But I laugh at the question
When I think about things
That without hesitation
Would cause a blind mime to sing

[chorus]
And that's what I think about lids

[outro]
That's what I think
That's what I think
I'll nod and  you'll wink
But that's what I think about lids



That's What I Think About Lids

Written by Briyan Frederick Baker and Joe Maki
Published by Blind Mime Music, ASCAP & Jomah Kai Music, ASCAP
© Briyan Frederick Baker, Joseph Alan Maki. All rights reserved.
 BFBMusic.com

Life can feel like a card game we didn’t choose to play — one where the deck is reshuffled every time we start to understand the rules.

In “Shuffled Men,” I explore that restless feeling of being caught in life’s endless remix — the routines, the role reversals, and the quiet absurdity of pretending we’re in control when the cards have already been dealt. It’s a song about chance and identity, about men who’ve been shuffled through the years until they barely recognize the hand they’re holding.

The word shuffle runs through everything — from playlists to paperwork, from the streets we walk to the thoughts we turn over. It’s rhythm, motion, and futility all at once. The song takes this everyday motion and stretches it into something existential: how we move when we’ve forgotten why we’re moving.

The chorus centers on a dark little truth:

Who ever thinks it’s them / Who are shuffled over when / The cards are cut and shuffled once again.

We all assume we’re the ones holding the aces — until the next cut proves otherwise.

“Shuffled Men” isn’t bitter, though. There’s irony and humor in the way we keep playing along, even when we know the game is rigged. It’s about persistence — a blues for the modern mind, where metaphors tangle like wires and we keep shuffling through anyway.

By the end, the song drifts from the outer shuffle of society into the inner one — relationships, lust, memories, and the jukebox echoes of youth. Those “jukebox hits that shuffle through the air” are as much about nostalgia as they are about the patterns we can’t escape.

In a way, it’s a song about everyone.
We’re all shuffled men and women — rearranged by time, by luck, by love — still standing in the deck, waiting for another hand to be dealt.

Shuffled Men

I shuffle through the noise
And shuffle my unruffled ways
My role's been shuffled thoroughly
But I still shuffle through the days

Shuffling the pieces
Like a playlist put on shuffle
Shuffling my feet
And fear my shuffling is muffled

[chorus]
Shuffled men…
Who ever thinks it's them
Who are shuffled over when
The cards are cut
And shuffled once again
All the lazy one-eyed jacks
And crazy kings
Unaware the pocket Ace
Is sleeping with the queen
And shuffling the men who can't be seen

We shuffle through the wreckage
Of every side shuffle we encounter
Shuffling down the street
With every Tom and Dick redoubter

Piled with paperwork we shuffle
In and out of shuffled lineups
The weary shuffling of time 
Is striking out before the wind-up

[chorus]
Shuffled men…
Who ever thinks it's them
Who are shuffled over when
The cards are cut
And shuffled once again
All the lazy one-eyed jacks
And crazy kings
Unaware the pocket Ace
Is sleeping with the queen
And shuffling the men who can't be seen

I'm sleeping with mixed metaphors
Those shuffled whores
That shuffled men 
Lure in to even scores
And shuffle through the back door
Once more

I shuffle through the joys
Of my disheveled bedroom toys
And shuffle tired ploys
In shuffled scripts of little boys

Shuffling between the worlds
The shuffled luck of teenage girls
But my luck is spent on jukebox hits
That shuffle through the air like this

[chorus]
Shuffled man…
Who never thinks it's him
Who's shuffled over when
The cards are cut
And shuffled once again
All the lazy one-eyed jacks
And crazy kings
Unaware the pocket Ace
Is sleeping with the queen
And shuffling the men who can't be seen

Shuffled Men

by Briyan Frederick
Published by Blind Mime Music, ASCAP
© Briyan Frederick Baker. All rights reserved.

Written Monday evening 3 Nov 2025. This one started on acoustic guitar with me singing a guide melody on top; taking that into sunoai and scratching out the lyric bit by bit.

I Wish I Had Known

I made a big mistake when I succumbed to fate
When I forsook my lucky break 'cos I could never wait
I could never quite relate 'til it was way too late
Way too late to take the prize home…

After all you were the first to let me in
The first to take me in instead of on the chin
The first to be there when I wasn't winning
Way too late to take the prize home…

[chorus]
I wish I had known
(Oh-woah-oh I wish I had known)
That we could have gone on
And that the end was nowhere near being done
Oh, I wish I had known
( I only wish I had known)
 I wish I had known

And something tells me it won't come around again
It's obvious I was the one who was the fool back then
Telling everyone I was a winner when
I was way too late to take the prize home…

[chorus]
I wish I had known
(Oh-woah-oh I wish I had known)
That we could have gone on
And that the end was nowhere near being done
Oh, I wish I had known
( I only wish I had known)
 I wish I had known

I'll never live it down
No, no, no I'll never live it down
I'll never live it down (no, no, no)
I'll never live it down…
How could I ever forever live it down
Whenever your memory comes around
Like it's forever coming around right about now?
Somehow…

I made a big mistake when I succumbed to fate
When I forsook my lucky break 'cos I could never wait
I even remember the date I said I'd be delayed
Way too late to take the prize home…

[chorus]
I wish I had known
(Oh-woah-oh I wish I had known)
That we could have gone on
And that the end was nowhere near being done
Oh, I wish I had known
( I only wish I had known)
 I wish I had known

I only wish I had known…

I Wish I Had Known

Blind Mime Music (ASCAP) is a Soundcloud for recordings of songs and music written by Briyan Frederick Baker (GAJOOB and Tapegerm Collective) and collaborators. Eventually songs will make their way onto Bandcamp albums and stream on all the usual outlets. Briyan has been making songs since junior and high school and these recordings contain 50+ years of material old and new. The music ranges from glitch pop to experimental.

I Wish I Had Known

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