Released in Oct of 2015, this is an upbeat single track that pokes fun at our tendencies to believe we're always right, and that our way is the best way.  Something to think about there...

Everybody's Wrong But Me

LYRICS:

Who can it be you, who is this
Who is that future foreigner
Who can it be you, who is this
Who is that future foreigner

I showed you my heart
Now we’re drifting
Lost in the dark
I don’t know why 
The love got lost 
Got swallowed by a shark

How am I supposed to move on
When this feeling’s so strong
When it all seems so wrong

Who can it be you, who is this
Who is that future foreigner
Who can it be you, who is this
Who is that future foreigner

Will you pass me by
On the North East side
After seasons change
When we’re rearranged
Will you drop your mask
So that I can see
What is underneath
A reflection of me

How am I supposed to move on
When this feeling’s so strong
When it all seems so wrong

Who can it be you, who is this
Who is that future foreigner
Who can it be you, who is this
Who is that future foreigner
--

CREDITS:
Written, Produced & Performed by: BECA & Blake Robin
Vocals by: BECA 
Additional Programming by: Fabian Ordorica
Mastered by: Moustache Mastering
All Rights Reserved.

Future Foreigner

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This episode features some of the more ancient and obscure midwinter traditions that have endured alongside Christmas, as well as some lesser-known carols of this festival, many of which are pagan in origin. 
Content warning for animal sacrifice and general heathen revelry.

Music:
Intro theme - "Forest March" by Sylvia Woods
"Christmas Is Now Drawing Near at Hand" by Norma Waterson
"Bonny At Morn / Hunting the Cutty Wren" by Clive Williams & Mark Prescott
"Nou Is Yole Comen" by Shira Kammen
"The Boar's Head Carol" by The Young Tradition, Shirley Collins & Dolly Collins
"Wexford Mummer's Song" by Mary O'Hara
"Gloomy Winter" by Bonnie Rideout
"The Cutty Wren" by Royston Wood & Heather Wood
"Dryw Bach" by Carreg Lafar
"Hela'r Dryw" by Fernhill
"The Hern" by John Fleagle
"Down in Yon Forest" by Shirley Collins
"Apple Tree Wassail" by Doug Eunson & Sarah Matthews
"Malpas Wassail" by the Watersons
"Gower Wassail" by Kerfuffle 
"Green Grow'th the Holly" by Coope, Simpson, Fraser & Freya
"Nay Ivy Nay" by Sue Brown & Lorraine Irwing
"The Ditchling Carol" by Waterson : Carthy

Rarer Carols

I saw an angel through a doorway
She told me of her name
And though the syllables were hard to swallow
I spoke it just the same
In a dream, in a dream

I saw a cannon in a courtyard
Sat smoking like a liar
Though it held onto rain water
It’s purpose was for fire
In a war, in a war

Bright stars, fade away
Bright stars, fade away

I lost a lover from a distance
Painfully bloodless
Now we speak as if strangers
And fault ourselves for darkness
In the night, in the night

Bright stars, fade away
Bright stars, fade away

(repeat to end)

Up Too Late

Bright Stars

The Other Side Of Goodbye

Arrangement - 029 - 001

Wasteland

Pink Boom Box 
copyright 2018 by Ninjanun

Verse 1:
I had a ghetto blaster
And it was pink, like my room
And nearly every day 
I’d make mixed tapes
And blast those tunes
The only kid on the block
With a plush triceratops
Wearing two different pairs of socks
And rockin’ out with my pink boom box
Now I’m grown up in the club
And you keep catching my eye
You play your song telling me
to shake my ass, to twist and writhe
But I’m having none of it
I dance for the hell of it
You best get used to it
I don’t want to play with your joy stick

Chorus:
I got what’s hot
I know my dancing rocks
You want to watch
You can look, but don’t touch
I got what’s hot
I know my dancing rocks
But you’re not playing on my pink boom box

Verse 2:
You played with your Atari
I grew up rocking Mtv
I learned to dance 
By watching Britney and Run DMC
But your game is overrated
Your lines are so outdated
I’m getting exasperated
You shouldn’t be congratulated
Yeah, I know your type
You actually believe your own hype
Like I’m supposed to be impressed
with how you dress or bench press
or smoke your pipe
This decade’s not your scene
‘Cause I’m not your dancing queen
You best learn to treat me with R-E-S-P-E-C-T

Repeat Chorus

Tag:
Pink boom box, pink boom box
I don’t think you can handle my 
pink boom box (x2)

Verse 3:
It’s a dance, not a show
You could dance with me, you know
Instead of sitting on the sidelines
Yelling pick up lines
and eating chocolate fro-yo
You think you’re so legit
But you’re just talking shit
I think it’s time you quit
If you want something
You gotta work for it

Repeat Chorus

Bridge:
I may not have your Franklins
But I  got my own - Aretha
My prince’s name is Prince
My queen is Queen Latifah
My duke is David Bowie
The Beatles were my childhood friends
My only King is B.B.,
And I pledge allegiance to them

So if you know T.L.C.
With all the sensitivity
Of my boy Curtis Mayfield
This stoplight might turn to green
And if you call me on the phone
You better watch your tone
Keep it rich and sultry like
James Earl Jones

Repeat Chorus

Tag:
Pink boom box, pink boom box
I don’t think you can handle my pink boom box
Pink  boom box, pink boom box
No you can’t hold a candle to my pink boom box

Pink Boom Box

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Pink Boom Box

Ninjanun

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