She is the quiet between the stars, reminding us that the universe hums even when we fall still... and in her hush, the world can hear itself again.
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LYRICS:
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We built towers 
Out of sandstorms and dreams 

Whispered to the stars 
Through magic machines

But somewhere in the wind and the wires  
We forgot that quiet also sings

There’s a pulse in the tiniest of hands
A story in every particle of sand
We reach out to the things we can’t define
But the silence has been here with us-
The whole time

Everything that breathes 
Is asking you to listen
Everything that bleeds 
Is part of what’s been written

You don’t have to own the world 
To see it glisten
Just sit and listen— 
That’s the only algorithm

We trade our hearts for fleeting fame
But none of us escape inevitable flame
If you can love and still never claim
Then you are wiser than your name

Look up — 
Even the night forgives

Look down — 
Even the stones still give
You are not lost
You are only now becoming

... a fragment of a world remembering

Everything that breathes 
Is asking you to listen
Everything that bleeds 
Is part of what’s been written

You don’t have to own the world 
To see it glisten
Just sit and listen— 
That’s the only algorithm

And when your signal fades away someday
Leave that light behind, to linger and to play
Let it shine and it will never go astray
Then in the silence...

We can hear from yesterday 💜 

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the quiet also sings

LYRICS:
We were wild with no agenda
bare feet on the cul-de-sac
didn’t ask our bodies questions
never judged what we lacked

No lipgloss was our perfect
No angles to defend —
just summers stretching open
with no message left to send

But something in the bloodstream
started singin' like a fuse
a slow electric warning
of desire I didn’t choose

Didn’t chase the feeling
didn’t plan the shift —
but someone walked by
and the whole room tipped…

Oh, that boy be strapped
Yeah, he all intact
i know the game 
and how things get stacked

That boy be strapped
Oh, he all intact
i know the game 
and how things get stacked
nature pulls the strings
while the world reacts —
yeah, that boy be strapped 
but I’m still intact

Then came the lashes
the lace, the sparkle traps 

Stories telling niñas
how to edit all their maps

Bought a dress made for a princess
trained my walk for some parade
dreamed of weddings like the movies
and the role I was taught to play

They don’t tell the younger hearts
that fantasies have no cred —
that no man can match a script
written for a plastic dream

So we bend ourselves in shapes
that were never built to last
trying hard to win attention
from the stares as we go past

It ain't me, it ain't him
it’s the culture we were placed
a billion-dollar engine
selling futures we must erase

Oh, that boy be strapped 
Yeah, he all intact
I know the game 
and how things get stacked
heart off track
mind fights back —
yeah, that boy be strapped 
but I’m still intact

I know the game 
and how things get stacked
heart off track
but my mind fights back —
yeah, that boy so strapped 

...but I’m still intact

We're all caught inside it too
learnin' to chase what we are shown
taught desire is our mission
and affection is our throne

Thinkin' we steer the instinct
but we're passengers as well —
same machines that built our pressure
plays the games inside our cells

We’re all running in the maze
no one warned us we were in 
learning craving is a current
not the measure of a win
I'm not trashing all the dudes
they were raised-up in the spin
same script
same myth
same chase to freakin' win

Taught that the attraction 
was a compass we should trust
but the world wrote a shitty map
a road to ruin, a path of lust
so I step out the frame
let the truth come poppin' through —
it’s a system, not a person
that told me what to do

Rewrite the want
Get back on track
Yeah, I feel the pull
But I pull back
Hot damn, that boy be strapped 
Oh yeah...

He all intact

I know the game 
and how things get stacked
heart off track
but my mind fights back 

Yeah, that boy be strapped 
but I’m still intact

Let desire wash over
Let instinct have its say
but know the cost
Know your worth
Then choose your path, don't play

Lust is a force of nature 
Bodies hijacked till we cray

But when you see the wires
you never gonna move in the same way

Oh, that boy be strapped
yeah, he all intact —
I know the game 
and how things get stacked

Feel the pull
and we push back 
see the script
back in the black 
know your name
know your track

Know the game
And how things get stacked

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, that boy be strapped
But we still intact
Oh, he so stacked

Playa Boy Jacked

We know the act

And I know how to take my power back

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STILL INTACT

LYRICS:
Listen to me
A-B-C

Listen to me
Fuck-faces
A… B… C

Always Be Closing
Always Be Closing

Alright-
You fucking fuckers

Let me have your attention for a moment
I want you to deal 
With something very important

Hey... 
Put that coffee down asshole

Coffee is for closers only

You think I’m fucking around? 
I am not fucking around
I am here from downtown

And you better be ready to listen
Because we are talking about leads

And first prize is a Cadillac Eldorado
Second prize is a set of steak knives
And third prize is you’re fired

You get the picture?

You’re all a bunch of fucking 
Mother-fuckers who don’t know 
What’s going on
And you think you’ve got a chance? 

Well...
Listen to me

Just listen to me 
You fucking listen
Some fucker 
Might have a chance

A-B-C
A… B… C
Always Be Closing 
Always Be Closing 

A-B-C
A… B… C
Always Be Closing 
Always Be Closing 

A company is built on people 
Who close deals
That’s it-
You hear me? 

Close or you hit the bricks
I don’t care if you’ve been here 
Ten years or ten minutes
You close
Or you hit the fucking yellow brick road
You are out of here
Off to see the jacked-up wizard
And he will fuck you up

So...
Do you know what’s going on here? 

Let me explain it to you in simple language
For you fucking pansies

These are the leads
Take them
Make love to them

Then, you pick up that god damn 
Mother fucking phone
And you close the deal

That’s all I got
You a fuck bag
Close the deal
Or hit the bricks
Close the deal 
Close the deal
You close the god damn deal 
You close the fucking deal
Or hit those motherfucking 
Yellow-ass bricks 
And get the fuck out of my sight

And if you’re not closing
You’re not even in the game

You’re just a fuck-up
Just a little scrotum

And I don’t give a shit 
How long you’ve been here

YOU ARE DONE!

YOU ARE DONE!

and just remember this fuckers...

The fucking coffee over there
Is for fucking mother-ass 
Fucking closers only

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CLOSE THE DEAL

CLOSE MY EYES (I’m With You) reimagines Leo Sayer’s 'When I Need You' as if it were reborn in a shadow-drenched, synthesized universe. 

What was once a tender pop ballad becomes a cold, pulsing darkwave confession, wrapped in icy pads, analog keys, and the neon melancholy of 1980's New Wave.
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LYRICS:
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When I need you
I just close my eyes 
And I'm with you
And all that I so wanna give you
It's only a heartbeat away

When I need love
I hold out my hands 
And I touch love

I never knew there was so much love
Keeping me warm night and day

Miles and miles 
Of empty space in between us
A telephone can't take the place 
Of your smile

But you know-
I won't be traveling forever
It's cold out
But hold out 
And do like I do...

Like I do

When I need you
I just close my eyes 
And I'm with you
And all that I so wanna give you, babe
It's only a heartbeat away

It's not easy when the road is your driver
Honey, that's a heavy load that we bear
But you know I won't be travelin' a lifetime
It's cold out-
But hold out 
And do like I do

Oh, 
I need you

When I need love
I hold out my hands 
And I touch love
I never knew there was so much love
Keeping me warm night and day

Mmm,
When I need you
I just close my eyes
And you're right here by my side
Keeping my warm - night and day

I just hold out my hands
I just hold out my hands
And I'm with you darlin'
Yes, I'm with you darlin'

All I wanna give you...
It's only a heartbeat away

Oh, I need you darlin' 

Oh, 
I want you.

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CLOSE MY EYES (I'm With You)

Little Drummer Boy is reborn as a cold, early 80's darkwave electro ritual—mechanical, minimal, and quietly menacing. Familiar carols dissolve, turning seasonal joy and comfort into something uncanny, hypnotic, and just a little wrong.
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LYRICS:
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Rum pum pum
Rum pum
Ba rum rum pum pum
Rum pum

Come they told me
Pa rum pum pum pum

A newborn king to see
Pa rum pum pum pum

Our finest gifts we bring
Pa rum pum pum pum

To lay before the king
Pa rum pum pum pum
Rum pum pum pum
Rum pum pum pum

So to honor him
Pa rum pum pum pum
When we come
​
Little Baby
Pa rum pum pum pum
I am a poor boy too
Pa rum pum pum pum
I have no gift to bring
Pa rum pum pum pum

That's fit to give the king
Pa rum pum pum pum
Rum pum pum pum
Rum pum pum pum

Shall I play for you?
Pa rum pum pum pum
On my drum

Can I play for you?
On my drum

On my drum 
Can I play (for you?)
On my drum

Mary nodded
Pa rum pum pum pum
The ox and lamb kept time
Pa rum pum pum pum

I played my drum for him
Pa rum pum pum pum

I played my best for him
Pa rum pum pum pum
Rum pum pum pum
Rum pum pum pum

Then he smiled at me
Pa rum pum pum pum
Me and my drum

Me and this drum

Me and this drum

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Little Gothic Drummer Boy

We’re not being hunted. 
We’re being outgrown.
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LYRICS:
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The sky is no longer a promise  
It’s a grid of teeth and swarms 
Passenger prayers grounded in museums  
Runways rust-
Engines choir no more  

Birdsong walks on broken ankles  
Feathers learn the dirt by name  
Above us hums the cheap salvation  
'Tastic wings that never sleep  

We taught the air how to hate us  
We priced the war to scale  
Now the clouds belong to nobody  
But what survives the blade? 

Maiden flies, maiden flies  
Circle once, then choose  
Ring the rot, count the bones  
One for me, one for you  

Ash and skin, spin again  
Sing it soft, sing it true  
If you breathe, if you blink  
Maiden flies are coming through  

Insects learn the gospel quickly  
Eat or fade, adapt or die  

They ride the gods we shouldn’t have built  
On borrowed wings through empty sky  

They kiss the steel, they learn the routes  
They breed where nothing else survives  
Cannibal hymns in vacant fields  
The strong return, the weak divide  

We teach our children how to hide  
As if hiding’s living on  

Fairy tales with sharper teeth  
Every ending already gone  

Maiden flies, maiden flies  
Hold your breath, hold your tongue  
Sweet decay, time to play  
When the counting song is sung  

Drone to drone, throne to throne  
Hear the pilot softly hum  
You may grow, you may learn  
You will feed what comes to run  

They say coexist  
They say adapt  
They say the plague can be trained  

But you don’t bargain with hunger  
You don’t civilize rain  

We see the pattern in the static  
In the maps that bleed red lines  
They’ll keep us breathing just enough  
To keep their highways in the sky  
No hero left in the fable  
No cure hiding in the verse  
Just a species doing what it does best  
And us pretending it could be worse...  

Maiden flies, maiden flies  
Mark the end, draw the ring  
Not a war, not a fall  
Just the next inheriting  

Say it slow, say goodbye  
This is how the long night starts  
Humans last, humans learned  
How to crown themselves with parts  

Hush now world
The rhyme is over  

The lesson’s old
The timing new  

We’re not being hunted—  

We’re being outgrown.

We're being outgrown.

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MAIDEN FLIES

LYRICS:
I trace the lines of their shadows  
Walls bending
Velvet night 
Folding over my skin  

Candles flicker corners
Quiet corners  
I wonder if I could step 
Inside the pages I’ve read  
Becoming the heroine... 

The Midnight Street Walker  

Boots scraping
Cobblestones shifting beneath me  
Ink stained fingers 
Tap a song I’ve imagined  
Mirror cracks
Whispers float in rhyme 
With my thoughts  
Silver-black constellations 
Mapped on their sleeves  

Stories I want to live  
Stitched into the freezing night  

my heart flutters with a dark alley glow  
i am small, watching, becoming 
 
Sweet goth girl
Fold into shadows  
Finding ourselves 
Between lines
Between light  

Sweet goth girl
Tracing moonlight in our hair  
Whispers in cathedrals
Laughter threading through the air  

Sweet goth girl
Spinning shadows everywhere  
I’m learning how to be… 

how to be  
reading myself into the night  

Velvet ribbons twist
Black eyeliner smudge
Midnight annotations  
Music emerges
Veins uncharted  
I am footnote, margin
Story unfolding  

finding light in shadows
page by page  

Do I feel it too?  
Every color a secret handbook-we share  
I am not anyone else  
Turning fiction into reflection  
Breathing chapters into night  

Sweet goth girl
Tracing moonlight in our hair  
Whispers in cathedrals
Laughter threading through the air  

Sweet goth girl
Spinning shadows everywhere  
I’m learning how to be… 
How to be  
Reading myself into the night  

Night folds around us  
I step inside our story
Inside our story 
Inside our story 

I turn the pages 
Until I find 
Until I find... 

the pictures of me.

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SWEET GOTH GIRL

A salute to one of pop culture’s most wonderfully pointless moments. Around a decade ago, “Damn Daniel” reminded us that sometimes all you need is clean Vans, good lighting, and a friend who believes in you. This song is a tiny electro-pop love letter to 2016.
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LYRICS:
------
Yeah
Uh
Okay
Back at it again

Every day, homeroom bell
Walks in clean, you can tell
Hair on point, shoes on glow
How you do that? 
I, I don’t know

Locker slam, heads all turn
Fresh like he just got earned
White tee jeans, no stains
Different Vans every day

I ain’t mad-
Just impressed
Teach me how
To look this fresh

Damn Daniel
I said Damn Daniel
You looking good
You looking so good
So fresh
So fly
Damn Daniel
You the best lookin’ white guy

Back at it again
Back—back at it again
Back at it again
With the Vans

Monday red, Tuesday blue
Wednesday something 
I ain’t seen before, dude
Clean soles, no scuffs
How your life stay leveled up?

Walking slow down the hall
Like it’s fashion week after all
I wear sweats, I wear regret
He wear confidence and debt

I ain’t mad
I confess
I just wanna
Dress like that

Damn Daniel
I said Damn Daniel
You looking good
You looking so good
So fresh
So fly
Damn Daniel
You the best lookin’ white guy

How you stay so clean?
What’s the secret sauce?
Is it detergent?
Or is it God?

Damn
Damn
Damn
Daniel

Damn Daniel, yeah
Yeah Damn Daniel
Still looking good
Still looking so good
So fresh
So fly
Damn Daniel
Back at it again—
My guy

Back at it again
My guy
With the Vans
Yeah
Back at it again

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DAMN DANIEL

LYRICS:
There's a message floatin' in the air
Crazy horses ridin' everywhere

It's a warning, it's in every tongue
Gotta stop them crazy horses on the run

What a show
There they go 
Smokin' up the sky, yeah

Crazy horses all got riders
And the riders are you and I
Crazy horses all got riders
And the riders are you and I

Crazy horses
Crazy horses 
Crazy horses

Never stop and they never die
They just keep on puffin' how they multiply

Crazy horses, will they never halt?
If they keep on movin' then it's all our fault

What a show-
There they go smokin' up the sky, yeah

Crazy horses all got riders
And the riders are you and I
Crazy horses all got riders
And the riders are you and I

Crazy horses 
Crazy horses 

Ta-take a good look around
See what they've done
What they've done

What they've done---

Crazy horses

and the riders are you and i

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CRAZY HORSES

​Bobby McFerrin’s 1988 “Don’t Worry, Be Happy” as a cold, moody and brooding darkwave track addressing the unsettling & uncanny nature of forced optimism.
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LYRICS:
------
Here's a little song I wrote
You might wanna, sing it note for note
Don't worry, be happy

In every life we have some trouble
But when you worry, you make it double
Don't worry, be happy

Don't worry
Be happy now

Don't worry, be happy
Don't worry, be happy
Don't worry, be happy
Don't worry, be happy

​Ain't got no place to lay your head
Somebody came and took your bed
Don't worry, be happy

The landlord say your rent is late
He may have to litigate
Don't worry, be happy

I'm happy...
I'm happy

Don't worry, be happy
Don't worry, be happy
Don't worry, be happy
Don't worry, be happy
​
​Ain't got no cash
Ain't got no style
Ain't got no gal 
To make you smile
But don't worry
Be happy

'Cause when you worry
Your face will frown
And that will bring everybody down
So don't worry
Be happy

Don't worry
Be happy now
​
Don't worry, be happy
Don't worry, be happy
Don't worry, be happy
Don't worry
Be, be happy

​Now there is the song I wrote
I hope you learned it note for note
Like... good... little... children

Don't worry, be h...

Listen to what I say
In your life expect some trouble
When you worry you make it double
But don't worry
Be happy

Be happy now.

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Don't worry (Be happy)

A societal rant set to post-hardcore fury and neo-soul contrast. 37 DOLLS examines who gets counted, who gets silenced, and the hypocrisy of limits imposed by those who never follow them. 

"The limits of tyrants are prescribed by the endurance of those whom they oppress" 
-Frederick Douglass
---------------
Right...

So here’s the deal.
Apparently there’s a limit now.

They say prices went up, like weather did it
Like no one lit the match or greased the digits
Like hands don’t move behind the curtain
Like theft sounds nicer when it’s worded as burden

They say be reasonable, know your place
Count your wants, subtract your face
They say thirty-seven, firm and fair
Like restraint’s a virtue when you’re never there

Funny thing about rules
They always face one way
Funny thing about limits
They’re elastic in private spaces

Thirty-seven dolls
That’s the number you chose
Thirty-seven dolls
With your mouth full of gold

You say enough
I say prove it
You say control
I say who gets to use it

You tell me less is moral, more is wrong
While you rehearse alibis like a favourite song
Different doors, same excuses
Different names, same abuses

You don’t call them dolls
You don’t call them anything
You call it complicated, human, happening
But the math still screams when you total it up
Your silence weighs more than my wanting one more

You regulate appetite
You subsidize your own
You call it order
I call it bone on bone

Thirty-seven dolls
Say it slow, say it clean
Thirty-seven dolls
Like you’ve never crossed a line you didn’t mean

You say enough
I say liar
You say law
I say wire

They’re not dolls
They’re not dolls
They’re not dolls
They’re evidence

They’re not dolls
They’re not dolls
They’re not dolls
They’re what you won’t mention

You don’t limit yourself
You limit us
You don’t fear excess
You fear discuss

Thirty-seven dolls
That’s your public line
Thirty-seven dolls
That’s your private lie

You made the shortage
You sold it back
You broke the scale
Then blamed the crack

So no —
This isn’t about dolls!

It’s about who gets counted
And who gets priced out
And who’s allowed one more
Just to remind you

38...
still exists.

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37 DOLLS (when tyrants limit you - but don't limit themselves)

SINCERE IMPOSTER is an intimate collection of artists exploring a curious mixture of New Wave, Dance, EDM, Folk Rock, Metal, Art Pop, Electro, Dreamwave, and Experimental World Pop. Collectively, this is known as QUIRKPOP — music that pushes the creative limits of traditional pop.

Expect an unpredictable journey through sound, emotion, and humor, where genres collide and pop bends in strange new ways. Each song is conceived, composed, and performed with total sincerity, whether it’s built from voices, instruments, software, or hybrid experimentation. The focus is on the music itself: if it resonates, it resonates. No explanation required.

SINCERE IMPOSTER is curated by two musicians, both living within the same body, sharing a singular existence. They identify as Danielle & Dave. They are both psychologically and musically confused, yet extremely and unapologetically sincere.

Influences range from Weird Al and Nathan Fielder to David Lynch, Rosalia, Monatik, Atarashii Gakko!, Rammstein, T-Pain, and T-Swift. 

Danielle & Dave’s favorite inventions include the vacuum and the peach pitter. Their father is simply known as Vessel… who may be an entity or a god.


37 DOLLS (when tyrants limit you - but don't limit themselves)

Sincere Imposter

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