Porcelaine

Petit canari

LYRICS:
You are way up there
Far away from earthly feelings
Drifting in and out

Admiring whatever
Is out there
Taking you so very far
Away from us

Can it be that much better
Can't you communicate
The distraction
This obsession
Is this just your fate

Or is it just that you're so different
Because you are so different
Than anything I've ever seen before

My Space Girl
You're in front of me
Yet you obviously
Are many moons away from Earth
Thought about climbing aboard
Your spacecraft

To be just like you
And with you
In a place where I would finally understand
What's so good about up there

But I'm bound to where I was born
And you were born in a lovely universe
But in a galaxy not near mine
But you'll be fine
Alone there
So alone

My Space Girl
I'll let you drift away
I'll let you go
To where you are true
And belong to the stars
Out there
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Sincere Imposter writes and performs ONE-TAKE KITCHEN POP DEMOS,
unpolished gems & first cuts of new song ideas for future production.
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Drifting In And Out

we're so incredibly excited for this track - after a huge year releasing our debut album and so many gigs, here is "it's our time"!

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it's our time

This song of mine calls out the outrageous times we live in and ends calling everyone out to GET ALONG..!

WE GOT TO GET ALONG. (Original)

Obiasu

why?

Pretty Suspicious, the second song from my debut EP is out now.

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Written by Alexandra Leaving
Produced by Michael Smith
Mastered by Andrew Baldwin at Metropolis Studios

www.alexandraleaving.com

Damn. That’s pretty suspicious.
You’re the man, feeding the fishes.
When I got gas in the tank I head to the city.
I don’t wanna look back, I just wanna look pretty.
I just want to look pretty.

And you, you ask for a pay cheque,
Well this month maybe I, I just couldn’t make it.
Cos you’re the man in black, you think you own me,
But as a matter of fact you barely know me,
Oh thou most holy.

I could have got there faster,
I could have found the answer,
But I don’t have the answer,
No I don’t have the answer.

Damn. That’s pretty suspicious
You’re the man, preying on the fishes.
When I got gas in the tank I head to the city
I don’t wanna look back, I just wanna look pretty
I just wanna look ...
Pretty suspicious.

Pretty Suspicious

Ballad of a Miserable Man   lyric and music © June 2024 by Mike Dampf.  Mandolin: Becky Sora/ Bass: David Leadbitter/ Piano: Mike Ryan/ Special thanks to The Tequila Jam Singers on chorus!

I don't really know what I want
I don't really know who I am
everything I once believed lies
like a mirage on the sand

My life's become a time-share
geckos, cocktails and sun
poolside's reserved for the angels
who know how to please number 1

So judge me if you must
I'm just a miserable man
looking for some love and pleasure
here on God's lay-away plan

We paid for this sham paradise
let the lawnmowers keep it all trim
let the palm trees keep it all shady
and let Happy Hour begin

When the jet taxis out on the runway
and the steward greets you with Death's grin
then tighten your seatbelt my lovely
what a hell of a ride it's all been

Ballad of a Miserable Man

My song about  bad memory, bad knees and not finding a matching pair of socks

Odd Socks 2025

Are You Ready

Writing songs and kitchen party playing with my many musical friends ... pretty much sums it up.