Mystery Cartoon Nursery Rhyme for Syd Barrett

Fantastic power pop discovery from 1997. This track only ever appeared on a Gajoob magazine cd. It's all me. Drum track is a rivvim preset on an old cheapo Yamaha keyboard. Trusty early 70's Gibson SG plays the killer riff. Pardon the sqwanky lead. First person narrative of a young rock fan's first concert: "aw, man, look at the t-shirts. I hope my mom gave me enough." AND, of course, the title concerns the urban legend that the band name KISS was an acronym for Kids in Service of Satan. Yes, some people really believed that in the 70's.  I think you'll dig it. 

Kidz In Service For Satan

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

Words and music by Briyan Frederick 
© Brian F Baker | Published by Blind Mime Music, ASCAP
Briyan: Dave Fuglewicz tapegerm, sunoai arrangement and instruments

Dave's royalty-free tapegerm is available here:
https://dabodab.com/uncategorized/daily-tapegerm-royalty-free-audio-seeds-21-march-2025/

I'm Feeling Fugle

It's Friday
And I'm feeling particularly fugle
It's Friday
And I'm turning up the sod
It's Friday
And my outlook is more than futile… 
(at least I think so)
It's Friday, it's Friday
Thank God

And I'm feeling fugle
I'm feeling fugle
I'm feeling fugle whatever that might mean
I'm feeling fugle
It could be it's spring -- ask Google
I'm f-feeling feeling fugle
Come fuglewicz with me

They've torn the building down
Across the street from where I live
And I just have to say the new horizon Looking out across at Wendy's and the Target is
Pretty downright swell
So, what the hell?…

So I'm feeling fugle
I'm feeling fugle
I'm feeling fugle whatever that might mean
I'm feeling fugle
It could be it's spring -- ask Google
I'm f-feeling feeling fugle
Come fuglewicz with me

It's Friday
And my outlook is more than futile… hmm
It's Friday, it's Friday
Thank God

And I'm feeling fugle
I'm feeling fugle
I'm feeling fugle whatever that might mean
I'm feeling fugle
It could be it's spring -- ask Google
I'm f-feeling feeling fugle
Come fuglewicz with me

I'm Feeling Fugle

I'm Looking At You (Briyan Frederick)
lyrics ©Bryan Baker
image & music by Suno AI

I'm Looking At You  (Briyan Frederick)

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 (Briyan Frederick)

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 and Joe Maki

She'll Get Her Way

She'll kill you with her kindness
Laughing all the way
Then leave you nearly blinded
With the bills you're left to pay
Dancing out the entry
With your shirt; its inside out
She'll get past the only sentry
With a coy but evil pout

Tomorrow it's forgotten
All the brittle words she said
Though the apple core is rotten
It sits well upon your head
Ready, aim then fire
Her smile belies the truth
That all your dreams conspired
To behold their fallen youth

But she'll get her way
What can I say? (she'll get her way)
She'll get her way
What can I say? (she'll get her way)
She gets her way
(she'll get her way)

Your age has lost its wisdom
Forgotten like a tooth
Tell yourself the bottom's
Where you'll find your misspent youth
Tantamout and treason
Will never let you in
That's all the more the reason
You'll be wagering with sin

But she'll get her way
What can I say? (she'll get her way)
She'll get her way
What can I say? (she'll get her way)
She gets her way
(she'll get her way)

But she'll get her way
What can I say? (she'll get her way)
She'll get her way
What can I say? (she'll get her way)
She gets her way
(she'll get her way)

She'll Get Her Way

Briyan Frederick Baker (GAJOOB and Tapegerm Collective) makes all kinds of recordings; 40+ years of recordings, lyrics, tapegerms and foundsounds. The music ranges from glitch pop to experimental.

She'll Get Her Way

Briyan Frederick Baker

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