Stuck Outside the Inbox

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

Freyd: vocal, guitar
Riyan: keyboards
Additional sounds and mixed with Sunoai

The Problem With Progress

While we eat our cake
What's in it clouds our fate
When what's for breakfast
Doubts dessert's mistakes

While we eat our cake
And laugh about the past
Like fools we do not ask
Until it's far too late

The problem with progress is
When strings are pulled and puppets dance like this
There's very little chance
The master cares to glance
At what's in it for the puppet class --
That's  you…
And  me (Unfortunately…)

While we eat our cake
Growing fatter by the day
Having it and eating too
Ignoring all the work to do

The problem with progress is
When strings are pulled and puppets dance like this
There's very little chance
The master cares to glance
At what's in it for the puppet class --
That's  you…
And  me (Unfortunately…)

The problem with progress
Is its outcome is manifest
Through the flyover leftovers
It forgets

While we eat our cake
What's in it clouds our fate
When what's for breakfast
Doubts dessert's mistakes

The problem with progress is
When strings are pulled and puppets dance like this
There's very little chance
The master cares to glance
At what's in it for the puppet class --
That's  you…
And  me (Unfortunately…)

The Problem With Progress

Words by Briyan Frederick
Music by Briyan Frederick and Gregg Allen
© Brian F Baker | Published by Blind Mime Music, ASCAP
Seeded from the original 1985 4-track cassette recording
Briyan Frederick: original recording and Sunoai

Would You Turn Away?

Would You Turn Away?
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)
[stop]
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)
[stop]
Would you turn away?
(turn away, turn away, turn away)
Would you turn away?
(turn away, turn away, turn away)

Would You Turn Away?

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


Vacancy

Something in it's lost and hollow
No glint of hope or longing
Those are distant things forgotten
My father's generation

The tumbleweeds connect us
The phones are filled with static
Won't someone come and save us?
Won't something come and take us

Away from vacancy
Away from vacancy

Even sunrise hesitates
And falters the horizon
Returning far too late
To continue on its mission

Away from vacancy
Away from vacancy

[instrumental break]

Harbingers of outcomes
Voiced a warning
But no one took the call

The stranger sits alone
The waitress takes his order

Away from vacancy
Away from vacancy



Vacancy

Words and music by Briyan Frederick
© Brian F Baker | Published by Blind Mime Music, ASCAP
Briyan: OP-1 Field, Guitars, Sunoai

Indeterminately Undeterred

Everybody in the group has all the answers
It's like a growing cancer
Endlessly repeating the same questions
Followed by another lame  suggestion

But maybe I'm just another mother
Who doesn't see the forest cover
For the trees and no one agrees
If it's a cure or a disease

Indeterminately  undeterred
Undeterred by what you've heard
Opinions are like where your head
Is stuck inside, vision's blurred
Indeterminately undeterred

It's a masterclass in falsehood claims
So sure are you at naming names
But just being honest doesn't mean
Whatever you might think it means

Indeterminately  undeterred
Undeterred by what you've heard
Opinions are like where your head
Is stuck inside, vision's blurred
Indeterminately undeterred

The noise is escalating
(Please just stop)
People being people
I am not (or am I?)

Indeterminately undeterred
Undeterred by what you've heard
Opinions are like where your head
Is stuck inside, vision's blurred
Indeterminately undeterred

Indeterminately Undeterred

Words and music by Briyan Frederick
© Brian F Baker | Published by Blind Mime Music, ASCAP
Briyan: Vocal, guitars, bass, drums, Sunoai

CUR!

this fear is a cancer
it's bleeding me dry 
no questions no answers 
why even try ?

CUR!
Gotta find a way 
CUR!
Gotta find a way  

gotta weed it out 
gotta weed it out 
gotta weed it out 
gotta weed it out 

CUR!
Gotta find a way 
CUR!
Gotta find a way  

This fear is a cancer
It's now in my bones
This fear is a cancer
 And I'm so alone…

CUR!
Gotta find a way 
CUR!
Gotta find a way  

gotta weed it out 
gotta weed it out 
gotta weed it out 
gotta weed it out 

CUR!
Gotta find a way 
CUR!
Gotta find a way  

CUR!

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? 

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.