Track 7 of 16 "THE PITIFUL PEOPLE GALLERY"

The project: "It’s kinda like #theatrical meets #darkcabaret, meets #rap, and it's rather #contemplative, #angsty, and #satire, all at the same time."

Written, produced, mixed, and mastered independently. This recording is the exclusive property of “MR. IMAGINATION MUSIC” copyright pending, 2023-2024.

Lyrics:
Dig below the bottom, at my lowest I would find
I would soon stumble on a goldmine

So I, search, ‘til I find
My sign to shine
Strike a goldmine
I’ve been digging this whole time
When, the land slides
And caves inside
What good’s goldmines
Goldmines, goldmines?

And so they endlessly feed
A dying breed, with the remnants from greed
Common enemy, yes, we’re acquainted it’s agreed
But I’m digging for myself, it’s embedded in my seed
Where is the gold and what’s the need
The earth is bound to burn, falling victim to the creed
If all is born to die, and if power will deceive
What do we owe the status quo, when life is make believe?
By design, they will keep us down below
I emphasize, I emphasize, this is all a show
Everything we think is, everything we know
And, in the end I promise you, we all reap what we sow
Oh, I am forfeiting the line
I knew when I wrote this that, someone sent a sign
Dig below the bottom, at my lowest I would find
I would soon stumble on a goldmine

So I, search, ‘til I find
My sign to shine
Strike a goldmine
I’ve been digging this whole time
When, the land slides
And caves inside
What good’s goldmines
Goldmines, goldmines?

So I dig out the meaning, with a sinkhole impeding
Profound thoughts guide me their significance is fleeting
I remember I was boring not a hobby for the evening
Self discovery has changed a lot, you don’t know what I’m scheming
I was clownish on the outside, on the inside I was screaming
Unto no one I could confide, I could care less to keep breathing
Couldn’t see the gold in front of me, now God is intervening
Start believing in myself, will do me more than self defeating
But, is my optimism justified
It appears that I found my niche amidst a civil suicide
They may say that they have your back, but there’s a chance they fucking lied
Shit hits the fan, the well has dried, they’re first to shove the knife inside
So, tell me, tell me, what’s a goldmine worth
If no one’s there to barter gifts than yours is merely just a curse
What to you is coming first, what to you is coming first?
Riches in a desert will not be enough to quench your thirst

Search, ‘til I find
My sign to shine
Strike a goldmine
I’ve been digging this whole time
When, the land slides
And caves inside
What good’s goldmines
Goldmines, goldmines?

Search, ‘til I find
My sign to shine
Strike a goldmine
I’ve been digging this whole time
When, the land slides
And caves inside
What good’s goldmines
Goldmines, goldmines?

What good is a fucking goldmine?
When the land slides down and caves inside
And takes it with it everything that, should be mine

Oh the sky’s falling, crow’s calling, you better run
Sky’s falling, crow’s calling, you better run
Oh the sky’s falling, crow’s calling, you better run
The gold we mine defines us by design

GOLDMINES!

Track 8 of 16 "THE PITIFUL PEOPLE GALLERY"

The project: "It’s kinda like #theatrical meets #darkcabaret, meets #rap, and it's rather #contemplative, #angsty, and #satire, all at the same time."

Written, produced, mixed, and mastered independently. This recording is the exclusive property of “MR. IMAGINATION MUSIC” copyright pending, 2023-2024.

Lyrics:
To think before you act’s accepted as a rule of thumb (of thumb)
Sometimes you’ll look back to realize that you were simply dumb
You, couldn’t help what you have become cause
Somewhere along the lines you’ve learned to not trust anyone (no one)
But, you can’t undo anything that you have already done

Forgive but don’t forget
There’s an endless void of memories
I can’t remember yet
We all regret, certain things we’ve said or done
We learned from them, yet
Simply moving on’s a concept
I can’t seem to interpret, I’m on the set
Filming behind the scenes
Transparent screens, the in-betweens
Of broader themes, may intervene
Spilling out all the beans
Oh in my teens, I wanted off the lease
By method of a piece
But that would undo-able
Like running from police
Oh please

To think before you act’s accepted as a rule of thumb (of thumb)
Sometimes you’ll look back to realize that you were simply dumb
You, couldn’t help what you have become cause
Somewhere along the lines you’ve learned to not trust anyone (no one)
But, you can’t undo anything that you have already done

A, strange anomaly
That night I left, censored, with a cold
Sense of oddity
My odyssey is something of a poorly
Written comedy
The lofty thoughts, and actions in
Cohesive harmony
So on the drive, the blue arrive
In the rearview going eighty-five
I could’ve, pulled aside, but gas applied
I saw the exit, and swung it wide
Heat will subside, if only I
Can make this corner park and hide
As tires cried, the curb replied
This fuck up you, take in, stride

To think before you act’s accepted as a rule of thumb (of thumb)
Sometimes you’ll look back to realize that you were simply dumb
You, couldn’t help what you have become cause
Somewhere along the lines you’ve learned to not trust anyone (no one)
But, you can’t undo anything that you have already done

What is done is done
What is done is done
What is done is done
Done is done, done is done
What is done is done
What is done is done
Done is done
What is done is done

WHAT'S DONE IS DONE.

Track 9 of 16 "THE PITIFUL PEOPLE GALLERY"

The project: "It’s kinda like #theatrical meets #darkcabaret, meets #rap, and it's rather #contemplative, #angsty, and #satire, all at the same time."

Written, produced, mixed, and mastered independently. This recording is the exclusive property of “MR. IMAGINATION MUSIC” copyright pending, 2023-2024.

Lyrics:
Can you laugh at me?
Can you laugh at me?
Can you laugh at me?

I mop floors, stack checks, ha, flex money
I stumble off-beat like it’s cool to be clumsy
OCD, ADD, other words, dummy
Take a look at me rapping, I’ll admit that it’s funny
Oh it’s always so funny, my name tickles your tummy
On the surface so silly, in a world so sunny
Self ridicule is trendy, so I hop it like a bunny
And I beat them to the punch, tough shit, got to love me
It’s nutty, the way they look at me lately
I’m left to wonder why I went public with crazy￼
My head’s a little hazy and my eyes a little glazy
So you know that I’m not listening, cause socially I’m lazy
They can hate me, shame me, fuck it I’ll provoke
Adding insult to injury, I was shut up before I spoke
I might step up on a stage, just to show you that I’ll choke
And remind you from the start, this was only just a joke

He’s honest see, he ought to be
There’s ripples in, his prophecies
I question his, morality
His own shadow, he could not see
With every thing you do, he’ll be twisted in the mirror giggling at you
Echoes in your head, through and through
You’ll wonder, what he really knew
(And) He’s been laughing at me for too long
He’s been laughing at me for too long
He’s been laughing at me for too long
He’s been laughing at me for too
He’s been laughing at me for too long
He’s been laughing at me for too long
He’s been laughing at me for too long
He’s been laughing at me for too, long

I laugh at my immaturity
And who I used to be is now my only insecurity
I capture my self image with obscurity, pity myself perfectly
Put together pieces of the mess that I am currently
And humor is my escape, so I reshape
Revise verses that are just a little opaque
Half ass a few lines and, strap them in with duct tape
Hop inside my bunny hole laughing at me jaw agape
Haha, there’s a method to my madness
I’m merely just a number in this social apparatus
So I out myself with gladness, I have no use for status
If you impose I suck it’s cause I do and yeah I grasp this
So I roast, myself and light up the rotisserie
My head up on the table, my humiliating history
My art thrown out, my name tainted for mere shallow publicity
But even when you know me bitch, I’ll always be a mystery

He’s honest see, he ought to be
There’s ripples in, his prophecies
I question his, morality
His own shadow, he could not see
With every thing you do, he’ll be twisted in the mirror giggling at you
Echoes in your head, through and through
You’ll wonder, what he really knew
(And) He’s been laughing at me for too long
He’s been laughing at me for too long
He’s been laughing at me for too long
He’s been laughing at me for too
He’s been laughing at me for too long
He’s been laughing at me for too long
He’s been laughing at me for too long
He’s been laughing at me for too, long
(And) He’s been laughing at me for too long
He’s been laughing at me for too long
He’s been laughing at me for too long
He’s been laughing at me for too
He’s been laughing at me for too long
He’s been laughing at me for too long
He’s been laughing at me for too long
He’s been laughing at me for too, long

You can laugh at me
Just know that you aren’t alone
You can laugh at me
Just know that you aren’t alone
You can laugh at me
Just know that you aren’t alone
You can laugh at me
Just know that you aren’t alone

LAUGHING AT ME!

Track 10 of 16 "THE PITIFUL PEOPLE GALLERY"

The project: "It’s kinda like #theatrical meets #darkcabaret, meets #rap, and it's rather #contemplative, #angsty, and #satire, all at the same time."

Written, produced, mixed, and mastered independently. This recording is the exclusive property of “MR. IMAGINATION MUSIC” copyright pending, 2023-2024.

Lyrics:
Leave it to the, satire shrink
Telling you what I, think
Read, my, ink
You swim to me, I’m bound to let you sink
You won’t slip your stupid in my drink
Know I will not be hood-winked
Own, your, ink
You wrote me off, so fuck what you may think

I make the beats and then I mix them after
I write my thoughts it makes the day go a little bit faster
I can’t really freestyle, I’m not even a rapper
Music art and sleeping are my favorite meds alongside laughter
I’m a little crooked footed with my complex vision
Behold my long overdue masterpiece so fuck you listen
I was wrote off my whole life, not a chance I was given
Until I drop, show you this, and watch you switch up your decision, huh
No my appeal is not the surface
Or bullshit that I’ll purchase, I am not a human circus
Do not follow me it’s worthless, I chase a bigger purpose
I’ll flip you off and say God bless if it’s my final service
I’m a loser I’m a quitter, self righteous and I’m bitter
I’m whatever you think I am though our opinions differ
Want to know me with no filter, pull up a chair come hither
But all I speak is tongue and cheek ignore me when I whisper

Dear, satire shrink
I’m telling you what I, think
Read, my, ink
You swim to me, I’m bound to let you sink
You won’t slip your stupid in my drink
Know I will not be hood-winked
Own, your, ink
You wrote me off, so fuck what you may think

Nothing you, could say will get to me
Cause I’ll always be me, my own worst enemy
This counsel session sunk, when I wrote these lyrics drunk
Trying to decipher what the hell I’m always running from
If, I stick my fingers in my ears and hum
Will you assume I am dumb and therefore I am numb
To everything you say, I can see a full array
Everyone answers to my rhetorical shut up survey, say
Your approval doesn’t matter
I hate all the chit-chatter but my confidence won’t shatter
Cause it’s already in pieces, I’m midway through the thesis
I already, destroyed myself so fuck it effort ceases
The leases, of creases, the fabric of my brain
I’m merely a thought train away from going pure insane
So what you say won’t sustain, just get up on my plane
And recognize the things that opinions, will not, change

Leave it to the, satire shrink
Telling you what I, think
Read, my, ink
You swim to me, I’m bound to let you sink
You won’t slip your stupid in my drink
Know I will not be hood-winked 
I will not be hood-winked
Own, your, ink 
Bitch, you eat your words
You wrote me off, so fuck what you may think
Yeah

F*CK WHAT YOU MAY THINK!

Track 11 of 16 "THE PITIFUL PEOPLE GALLERY"

The project: "It’s kinda like #theatrical meets #darkcabaret, meets #rap, and it's rather #contemplative, #angsty, and #satire, all at the same time."

Written, produced, mixed, and mastered independently. This recording is the exclusive property of “MR. IMAGINATION MUSIC” copyright pending, 2023-2024.

Lyrics:
Damned, damned
Is the eternal punishment for man
For whatever goes up, must logically come down
Every plane that has took flight it must land
If you march, to their band
He will one day fill your eyes up with sand
But is fear, the reason we behave for God?
Or is, more, planned?

Is more planned?

Don’t let my sanity flee
It’s the single greatest gift that God has given to me
There’s a lot of broken people that will send forth a plea
But only in their darkest hour will they fall to their knees
There’s a rustle of leaves, and there’s birds in the trees
There are times that I would give a limb for a sense of ease
All that church had ever taught me was, feeling guilty
But something tells me that’s not quite what God intended for me
Are you there, are you listening?
People killing in Your name with blood Your throne is glistening
The most logical reason I would think one would dismiss the king
Is naming us unworthy of love calling that the christening
Am I, dignified to their foolish pride?
Justified, when and if they’re ever satisfied?
I’ll, die by the sword standing right here by His side
But never beside hypocrites imposing His will, cause they lied

Damned, damned
Is the eternal punishment for man
For whatever goes up, must logically come down
Every plane that has took flight it must land
If you march, to their band
He will one day fill your eyes up with sand
God damn!
But is fear, the reason we behave for God?
Or is, more, planned?

Give me a rhyme or reason
As to why I should deteriorate on through the seasons
Why is the primal motive for a male to spray some semen?
Why are we just animals and yet we still all live with demons, huh?
How don’t they know that it’s themselves they praise?
How can we be saved if punished for our wicked ways?
How can I embrace the warmth of His all loving rays?
With religion in the way, damning those who don’t obey?
Hey, don’t twist it I do not question the word
I question those who don’t think, and then follow the herd
I question how do I not get all the messages blurred
Some of what I read in there, seems to be downright absurd
The, huh, quest for answers is a pointless chase
You’ll, find some but you won’t find the ones that show His face
You, huh, can’t find Him with science, no trace
Cause if you could, there would be no point in having faith

Damned, damned
Is the eternal punishment for man
For whatever goes up, must logically come down
Every plane that has took flight it must land
If you march, to their band
He will one day fill your eyes up with sand
God damn!
But is fear, the reason we behave for God?
Or is, more, planned?

Is more planned?
Is more planned?
Tell me is more planned
Love me
Don’t judge me
If you’re not God, don’t judge me
Don’t judge me

ARE WE SUPPOSED TO FEAR GOD?

Track 13 of 16 "THE PITIFUL PEOPLE GALLERY"

The project: "It’s kinda like #theatrical meets #darkcabaret, meets #rap, and it's rather #contemplative, #angsty, and #satire, all at the same time."

Written, produced, mixed, and mastered independently. This recording is the exclusive property of “MR. IMAGINATION MUSIC” copyright pending, 2023-2024.

Lyrics:
Choose wisely
Choose wisely
Choose wisely
Choose wisely

I’d start my day with positivity
But I awaken, bombarded by soliloquies
Oh will I please who oversees, judges my abilities?
And puts me down so they can pad their insecurities
I used to be so sensitive, so malleable, so tentative
Approval was imperative, but that was so repetitive
I learned to put you down to feel better, and peer pressure is a trend setter
But was it cool, never

If you don’t struggle, you don’t try
If you won’t fall, then you won’t fly
You can bitch, moan, and cry
But that won’t better you in time
Survival of the fit is, not new
And a man’s only as tough as he acts?
Not true, I can’t
Step up without stepping on you
And that’s, the way the world taught me to 

Fuck the world and fuck their expectations
Fuck the internet and fuck superficial relations
To each their own and you should live your life no limitations
And I would know well, self pity has no applications
No hope, no motivation, no cares, no obligations
To pick and choose where you put energy is liberation
Cause without leaving comfort zones you won’t reach destinations
And giving up on aspirations is a bleak sensation

If you don’t struggle, you don’t try
If you won’t fall, then you won’t fly
You can bitch, moan, and cry
But that won’t better you in time
Survival of the fit is, not new
And a man’s only as tough as he acts?
Not true, I can’t
Step up without stepping on you
And that’s, the way the world taught me to 

Dare to be experimental
Everything that’s good in life’s a little accidental
Normal’s not, influential
You owe it to yourself to use potential
Dare to be experimental
Everything that’s good in life’s a little accidental
Conformity’s inconsequential
Normal will never be influential, choose wisely

If you don’t struggle, you don’t try
If you won’t fall, then you won’t fly
You can bitch, moan, and cry
But that won’t better you in time
Survival of the fit is, not new
And a man’s only as tough as he acts?
Not true, I can’t
Step up without stepping on you
And that’s, the way the world taught me to 

Choose wisely
Choose wisely
Choose wisely
Choose wisely

THE WAY OF THE WORLD...

Track 14 of 16 "THE PITIFUL PEOPLE GALLERY"

The project: "It’s kinda like #theatrical meets #darkcabaret, meets #rap, and it's rather #contemplative, #angsty, and #satire, all at the same time."

Written, produced, mixed, and mastered independently. This recording is the exclusive property of “MR. IMAGINATION MUSIC” copyright pending, 2023-2024.

Lyrics:
Things that, we see
Are not quite what, they appear to be
Thread me at, the seams
When we die we, awake from this dream
Billions, of us
Define what is just, sinning in lust
In God that, we trust
We may return, to more than just dust
Things that, we see
Are not quite what, they appear to be
Oh can we, agree?
We don’t understand, reality

SOUL PUPPETS!

Track 15 of 16 "THE PITIFUL PEOPLE GALLERY"

The project: "It’s kinda like #theatrical meets #darkcabaret, meets #rap, and it's rather #contemplative, #angsty, and #satire, all at the same time."

Written, produced, mixed, and mastered independently. This recording is the exclusive property of “MR. IMAGINATION MUSIC” copyright pending, 2023-2024.

Lyrics:
The carnival is coming to town
Behold, jesters and jokers, marionettes clowns
Oh when sundown is bound, their parade soon will surround
And even when you’re off the carousel you’re spinning around
I hear sounds, of volunteers that may want a prize
If they peel their eyes to describe what lies beyond the skies
The ego is the disguise, the sum of what ifs and why's
And pulling strings if you can’t take what unravels is unwise
Boo! Surprise! One foot, in the conversation
They all know, we’re not shit amongst the constellations
Existential crisis patients, unguided, a lack of patience
A result of observations, seeking praise and acclamations
Mhm, contemplating should I ponder?
How wondrous a river it’s delirious down yonder
Look at me, watch William wander, oh “MR. I” I’m honored
To escape with you cause life’s a bitch, I hope there’s more beyond her

In the, dewy grass, I can watch the stars fall away in to sun shine
Fall into sun shine
Just a lavender curtain, that the universe will fall behind
It will fall behind
What if the sun, is the very reason we are left here blind?
Seeing is the crime
What if we’re only, illusioning, time?

I see silhouettes and figurines
Generations lost, living in computer screens
Turn away from the ups and downs of daily routines
You can hear the vacant screams of man machines through evergreens
In this forest we grew a civilized circus
In the pursuit of purpose, more than ever we feel worthless
Maybe cause we scratched the surface,
of what could be I’m nervous
And words don’t do it justice, language is a fine disservice
To whom do I owe this service of theologies contentions
Out of boredom the divornum triggered my third eye ascension
There are ways to see this world in way more than just three dimensions 
With it come a million lessons that I can’t put in a sentence
Maybe thinking is the menace, neuro-sinister tap ins
Lead the decent to madness, disrupting our sleeping patterns
Oh mister I would imagine there’s a reason for your passion
Keeping you awake at sunrise I can’t wait to see what happens

In the, dewy grass, I can watch the stars fall away in to sun shine
Fall into sun shine
Just a lavender curtain, that the universe will fall behind
It will fall behind
What if the sun, is the very reason we are left here blind?
Seeing is the crime
What if we’re only, illusioning, time?

In the, dewy grass, I can watch the stars fall away in to sun shine
Fall into sun shine
Just a lavender curtain, that the universe will fall behind
It will fall behind
What if the sun, is the very reason we are left here blind?
Seeing is the crime
What if we’re only, illusioning, time?

FOR THINGS ARE NOT WHAT THEY APPEAR TO BE...

Track 16 of 16 "THE PITIFUL PEOPLE GALLERY"

The project: "It’s kinda like #theatrical meets #darkcabaret, meets #rap, and it's rather #contemplative, #angsty, and #satire, all at the same time."

Written, produced, mixed, and mastered independently. This recording is the exclusive property of “MR. IMAGINATION MUSIC” copyright pending, 2023-2024.

Lyrics:
A cynical, a literal, not of the flesh, not physical
I got the horns, I am the bull, my own trap door I pull
I’m Alice, sliding down to wonderland, I’m Sgt. Pepper, and his band
I am the whole universe, I cast my spell and broke the curse
Whatever works, I’m out the nest, good riddance, kisses, the best
I’m a take my girl, move out west off of some songs I wrote in jest
I love a quest, let’s add a zest, smile more and poke out the chest
How many fucking years did it take me to realize that I’m blessed?
Oh what a mess, this therapy, session has left out for me
Soon I’ll find the key, be free, and I’ll be more than I thought I’d be
You see, as Halloween is drawing near, my amber and crimson appear
The true colors underneath light up the room just like a chandelier
Here, take a look, and tilt the lens, you’ll see a crook, who’s riding trends
He made a beat, some poems then, he cracked a grin, and made a friend
Funny cause I know he’s hardly real
But on the other hand, it’s kind of nice to feel

Like the wind, I’m whistling through the trees
The crisp autumn breeze
The vertigo is at ease
Earth will spin around the sun as he please
But one day he’ll cease
Until then what’s it to me?
To panic when life is beyond your control
Just remember to breathe
Take a shot, or stay in your seats
It’s a pity pity pitiful, people gallery
Where would you rather be?

A fly, on the wall, bugging by the window
He will try harder than me, but can’t get out though
Van Gogh, genius sliding down the staircase
Wishing I could hear out the brighter side while in deep space
Earth, come back and wrap up the story
Some bitter years and sweeter tears later it’s time for your glory
Here and now is all that we have and that’s the bulk of the story
So perk your attitude with gratitude, and land by the quarry
Bitch don’t ignore me, the gallery is grasping at straws
They fell asleep during the show, there’s not a lick of applause
But I found my comfort in strange, I found my peace in deranged
Why struggle to rearrange the things that only God could change?
Nothing’s the same, but yeah it’s fine
Chewing nails, biding time, got my gin, got her wine, now tomato throwing time!
Or, I could sit quietly and bite my tongue
But actually fuck that the revolution has begun!

Like the wind, I’m whistling through the trees
The crisp autumn breeze
The vertigo is at ease
Earth will spin around the sun as he please
But one day he’ll cease
Until then what’s it to me?
To panic when life is beyond your control
Just remember to breathe
Take a shot, or stay in your seats
It’s a pity pity pitiful, people gallery
Where would you rather be?

Like the wind, I’m whistling through the trees
The crisp autumn breeze
The vertigo is at ease
Earth will spin around the sun as he please
But one day he’ll cease
Until then what’s it to me?
To panic when life is beyond your control
Just remember to breathe
Take a shot, or stay in your seats
It’s a pity pity pitiful, people gallery
Where would you rather be?

HERE AT THE PITIFUL PEOPLE GALLERY.

Track 12 of 16 "THE PITIFUL PEOPLE GALLERY"

The project: "It’s kinda like #theatrical meets #darkcabaret, meets #rap, and it's rather #contemplative, #angsty, and #satire, all at the same time."

Written, produced, mixed, and mastered independently. This recording is the exclusive property of “MR. IMAGINATION MUSIC” copyright pending, 2023-2024.

RAGE WITH THE MACHINE! (Poem)

It’s kinda like #theatrical meets #darkcabaret, meets #rap, and it's rather #contemplative, #angsty, and #satire, all at the same time.

Debut album “THE PITIFUL PEOPLE GALLERY” Parts 1 & 2: 10/10/2024.

All content herein is written, produced, mixed, and mastered independently. Audio recordings are the intellectual property of “MR. IMAGINATION MUSIC” exclusively.