"Prefacing an existential crisis in the coming years, came the vision for The Pitiful People Gallery. A product of the times (the content itself foreshadowing and reflecting that same encounter with existentialism), rather rough around the edges, and a heavy listen to say the least, it was written in pieces shortly after and left on the back burner until it’s relevance played a role in future endeavors (yet to be revealed). Throughout the track list a wide range of conflicting emotions and viewpoints unfold at the expense of uncontrollably evaluating oneself and his dystopian environment. Introspection displays itself as quite the double edged sword in this 2 part project that concludes itself with a sense of peaceful optimism, but not without revealing a number of troubling obstacles along the way."

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

THE PITIFUL PEOPLE GALLERY: Part 1 of 2

Track 1 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:
They come
They go
They know, oh they know
It’s just to
Say so
Say so
They know, they all know
It’s just a show

They come
They go
They know, oh they know
It’s just to
Say so
Say so
They know, they all know
It’s just a show

It is just a show
It is just a show
It is just a show
It is just a show
How do we say no
How do we say no
How do we say no
How do we say no
How do we let go
How do we let go
How do we let go
How do we let go
It is all we know
It is all we know
It is all we know
It is all we know

They come
They go
They know, oh they know
It’s just to
Say so
Say so
They know, they all know
It’s just a show

They come
They go
They know, oh they know
It’s just to
Say so
Say so
They know, they all know
It’s just a show

WELCOME TO THE SH*T SHOW!

Track 2 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:
It is only your mind playing tricks on you
It is only your mind playing tricks on you
It is only your mind playing tricks on you

I felt my eyelids quiver
As I became trapped in my dream
I saw the weeping willow
Swaying to the music downstream
The stars above were blinding
Leaving the glass river a gleam
I met imagination
And he revealed his evil scheme

Shut the front door come on in
His mind is a confusing place
He will challenge every thought within
For he is kin
Living in my skin
Terrifying yet he’s warm like gin
Is it just me or is it my twin
Sitting on my bed with that nervous grin
And I can not tell I don’t know
No I can not tell I don’t know
Peeps at the keyhole when the doors closed
Heartbeat racing but the body is froze
Living in a world that he composed
Keeps him living as if life he chose
As the river flows the wind it blows
His alter ego shows
But he couldn’t save face
With a saving grace
He’s an artist and it’s really a waste
Pitiful portraits are his taste
Eccentric colors of feeling misplaced
Inside his work his soul is encased
His greatest fears he now will embrace
But he works in haste hoping he won’t be erased
He’ll dance with the moon in the meantime
She’ll show off her darker side behind
He is prone to losing all his marbles bitch 
He is losing my mind
But if there’s one thing to understand
The power of the mind is very grand
He is floating in the water sinking in sand
Exploring the universe shuttle don’t land

I felt my eyelids quiver
As I became trapped in my dream
I saw the weeping willow
Swaying to the music downstream
The stars above were blinding
Leaving the glass river a gleam
I met imagination
And he revealed his evil scheme

His evil scheme
His evil scheme
His evil scheme
His evil scheme

It is only your mind playing tricks on you
It is only your mind playing tricks on you
It is only your mind playing tricks on you
It is only your mind playing tricks on you
It is only your mind playing tricks on you
It is only your mind playing tricks on you
It is only your mind playing tricks on you
It is only your mind playing tricks on you

IT'S ONLY YOUR MIND PLAYING TRICKS ON YOU...

Track 3 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:
When the bough breaks
Bare the consequence of no mistake 
Dissociated panic, an eternal neck ache
Manic thoughts, night terrors, prone to keeping me awake
I, shake, pull the curtain, close the gate
Pretending to be fine, is a skill at which I’m great
I can not control my thoughts, I just over complicate
I can draw up a conclusion I could never illustrate
Awake, there’s a monster that is shown
Lurking when I hear the subtle noises in my home
Nighttime, in the morning, hardly matters, I’m alone
I’m a restless over-thinker frightened most of the unknown
So, so, I flick the light I’m longing for
I am puzzled if I’m still dreaming, I’m not sure anymore
I once saw my mother on the floor, EMTs were at the door
And every night I’d see it like a fucking encore

Silence spawns
Nightmares that carry on
And my angels sing along
Where is the dawn
That I rely upon
I can’t wait til the fear is gone
Turn the lights on
Silence spawns
Nightmares that carry on
And my angels sing along
Where is the dawn
That I rely upon
When the lights can’t be foregone
Leave them on

I feel the weight of my breath
With every minute passing is one closer to death
All in all, time is borrowed and, then it is theft
So ironic that I love to spend it wasting what’s left
In the blaring silence of my dark room
Overhead shadows, cast from the nightlight would loom
Trapped in a vivid mind state of my doom
Not a fucking thing unusual as you would assume
Like you thought I always ought to be
For you I’ll bury trauma with my individuality
Please, please, yell at me I’m panicking it’s agony
And smile to the world, always cover up the apathy
Cause no one really knows you when they’re not in your head
You’re alone in there until the very day that you’re dead
Swift dread, hit the lights instead
Now, tell me who’s the real monster under my bed

Silence spawns
Nightmares that carry on
And my angels sing along
Where is the dawn
That I rely upon
I can’t wait til the fear is gone
Turn the lights on
Silence spawns
Nightmares that carry on
And my angels sing along
Where is the dawn
That I rely upon
When the lights can’t be foregone
Leave them on

I can not take it anymore
I can not take it anymore
No more
I can not take it anymore
No more

Silence spawns
Nightmares that carry on
And my angels sing along
Where is the dawn
That I rely upon
I can’t wait til the fear is gone
Turn the lights on
Silence spawns
Nightmares that carry on
And my angels sing along
Where is the dawn
The dawn that I rely upon
When the lights can’t be foregone
Leave them on

LEAVE THE LIGHTS ON!

Track 4 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:
Do you hear my flow, do you hear my flow
What you want to know
I got a lot to say, with little time to say it
Set the pace and here we go
Wide awake at four, still writing more
I’ll be half asleep on tour
That is if I make it, until then I’m a fake it
Write poems while I’m getting faded
It’s dark inside, I say that loosely
You know I chill with Lucy
Nikki and Mary too, I have a lot to do
No time to do it with you
It’s hard to be, what they want from me
Back off of me, I plea
Lonely mind of a perfectionist, I live like an inceptionist
With a lot to do on his list
And it’s not my fault, that I’m in this vault
Depression is not what I exalt
You get lost inside, not a corner to hide
You loathe all alone and pry
At your own insecurities, a poisonous impurity
Stand alone for hours in a mantle by the centerpiece
Looking out the window at the rock bed under the oak tree
Am I boring you, attention please don’t fall asleep on me

It’s late, you see
You should, go sleep
Wood floors, they creak
When you, hear me
Creep up, on the
Bed where, you sleep
It’s late, you see
You should, go sleep
Go sleep on me
￼
Do you hear my flow, do you hear my flow
There’s a lot I know
About the cold dark place that, I call home
Where I walk and roam alone
In the peak of the winter, punishment for a sinner
Inside I starve and grow thinner
I didn’t take my happy pills, so I don’t eat for fills
Drop shrooms, look at the stills
That are painted on the wall, watching them slowly fall
In a puddle time slowing to a crawl
Take a glance at the watch, friend sipping on the scotch
As I drift off, and get lost
Nooks and crannies in my mind, Nirvana I will find
As I sit still, smoking decompressing and unwind
Lay down for a nap, as the vision goes blind
Wake up hours later, not knowing the time

It’s late, you see
You should, go sleep
Wood floors, they creak
When you, hear me
Creep up, on the
Bed where, you sleep
It’s late, you see
You should, go sleep
Go sleep on me

You should, go sleep
Go sleep on me
You should, go sleep
Go sleep on me
You should, go sleep
Go sleep on me
You should, go sleep
Go sleep on me

GO SLEEP...

Track 5 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:
I’ve been lost inside the maze, guided forward by the ganja
Twisting my perception up with marijuana

Yeah, well, my old ways of espresso shots before my morning dabs
Preludes saltines after antacid tabs
In my lab, the inspiration I once grabbed
Is losing appeal over time, now the concepts drab
I’m now blurring the days, olden at a young age
A narrative in a haze, a clock turning a page
I was lost in a maze, chasing my yesterdays 
But as they say, nothing truly gold, ever does stay
It’s okay, I set sail for the skyline
To a place, I’ll be swimming in the sunshine
Hidden far away, tucked behind the grapevine
I can find my balance there and I can finally realign
I can finally realize, where the meaning lies
In a world of guaranteed demise and fading highs
Mary, Mary, my disguise, no it’s no surprise
Everyday I want to see the world through blissful eyes

I’ve been lost inside the maze, guided forward by the ganja
Twisting my perception up with marijuana
Oh heavenly, oh heavenly a high I’m brought up
Yet the distant ringing in my ears, I’m drawn to
Floating away, coming down today, nah
Say what you might say, I’m a have my way
Yeah (yeah)
Find me in nirvana, in the THC sauna, every day I want to
How I want to look back, oh
How I want to look back, oh
How I want to look back, oh
How I want to look back, oh
There’s no turning back, oh, no
I can’t remember shit, oh, no
Find me in nirvana, in the THC sauna, every day I want to

(I wanna) break away from the bends
Apprehension is waiting where the monotony ends
As the head rush impends, the arm around me extends
Watch the burden suspend, and now it’s time to pretend
Eden’s alright, it’s a delight, late night
Space flight, by the street light
Hands can not rewrite, what is written it’s in hindsight
I remember a day that I could escape up tight
Dabble with a drug and travel intergalactic
Mute the babble of the jester that lives up in the attic
I found the state of my own consciousness is oddly elastic
And with that said you’d think I’d be better at feeling fantastic
So tell me, what is depression without a vice for suppression
What’s a form of expression without a public confession
What’s a healthy obsession if you have lost your discretion
Or what does any of it matter, I think that ones the question, huh

I’ve been lost inside the maze, guided forward by the ganja
Twisting my perception up with marijuana
Oh heavenly, oh heavenly a high I’m brought up
Yet the distant ringing in my ears, I’m drawn to
Floating away, coming down today, nah
Say what you might say, I’m a have my way
Yeah (yeah)
Find me in nirvana, in the THC sauna, every day I want to
How I want to look back, oh
How I want to look back, oh
How I want to look back, oh
How I want to look back, oh
There’s no turning back, oh, no
I can’t remember shit, oh, no
Find me in nirvana, in the THC sauna, every day I want to

EVERYDAY I WANNA...

Track 6 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:
Cradle your dove
Cause Cupid’s watching
Down from above
And he knows once is
More than enough
Cause in the end the
Only thing is, love
Or what they say saves us
As we return to dust
That in the end the
Only thing is, love

In sickness and in health
In times of struggle, times of wealth
I would rather keep some girls on the shelf
Til’ I grew up, met the right one myself
So smart, big heart, so beautiful
Perfectly imperfect, unusual
Is monogamy finally suitable
Is our love truly immovable 
Then, times get tough
Inevitably, the road gets rough
Some days you may think that you have had enough
But there’s more to life than disposing stuff
Huff, fuck it none is plenty
Huh, fuck it I want many
This tip is worth a pretty penny
If you do not love, you don’t have any

Cradle your dove
Cause Cupid’s watching
Down from above
And he knows once is
More than enough
Cause in the end the
Only thing is, love
Or what they say saves us
As we return to dust
That in the end the
Only thing is, love

Til’ death do us, part
I’m a sucker for, anatomical art
Pornos and, luscious body parts
Won’t substitute, Cupid, and his darts
Selfish ends where, we begin
If I am not man enough now, then when
An angel is there through thick and through thin
So I better get right within
Tail-spin, her loyalty is tested at his worst
In order to love someone else you must love yourself first
To think you don’t deserve it is a self destructing curse
But one can’t simply be coerced to learning their self worth
I’m lucky to have one chance, when it’s with a goddess
And I used to want many, if I’m honest
But something hit deeper, that August
You’re mine, I promise, I promise

Cradle your dove
Cause Cupid’s watching
Down from above
And he knows once is
More than enough
Cause in the end the
Only thing is, love
Or what they say saves us
As we return to dust
That in the end the
Only thing is, love

Dear Aphrodite, beauty bold, mother mighty
Dear Aphrodite, skin of silk, bone of ivory
Dear Aphrodite, how’d you know where to find me
Dear Aphrodite, your Cupid’s in the Psyche

THE ONLY THING.

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.

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.