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
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 & 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
Published by Blind Mime Music, ASAP
© Brian F Baker. All rights reserved. 
BFBMusic.com

Whelmed

Whelm is a verb
To engulf or submerge
And that's what I am
If the truth could be heard

Life 's in a state
Of utterly whelm
The absurdity whelms
When it takes the helm

[chorus]
iI'm basically over 
Though essentially under… (whelmed)
Whelmed over circumstances
Beyond my advances
Stuck here at the laundromat
On the corner of over
Under, outer and inner
Whelmed

It's not a teachable moment
I'm well past that now
I've turned off all comments
The trend's pointing down

[chorus]
iI'm basically over 
Though essentially under… (whelmed)
Whelmed over circumstances
Beyond my advances
Stuck here at the laundromat
On the corner of over
Under, outer and inner
Whelmed

Whelm is a verb
To engulf or submerge
And that's what I am
If the truth could be heard

But the truth won't be told
To the young, but the old
Will hear it quite incessantly
Wherever good books are sold

[chorus]
iI'm basically over 
Though essentially under… (whelmed)
Whelmed over circumstances
Beyond my advances
Stuck here at the laundromat
On the corner of over
Under, outer and inner
Whelmed

Over, under, outer and inner (whelmed…)
Over, under, outer and inner (whelmed…)
Over, under, outer and inner (whelmed…)
Over, under, outer and inner 

[instrumental]

Whelmed

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.

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