LYRICS:
I found a Twinkie on the floor
It stuck to the bottom of my combat boot
But most of it was fine
So I ate it anyway 
And thought it tasted real strange
Real strange, curious

Then I thought 
I could find another one
So I closed my eyes and thought about the time
That my mind conjured things
That fantasy awaits
Brought one into life
That Twinkie was a phantom

Phantom
Phantom
That Twinkie was a phantom
Twinkie was a phantom

Cream filling so soft
It’s like a dream
Better even yet
When you lick it from your feet

Mmmm, cream fillings a dream
Sponge cake holds the dream inside it

It’s consuming my thoughts
It’s all I can think
It’s not really real
That Twinkie was a phantom

Maybe I’ll just give in
Let our mind make it real
Create a new realm
Where thoughts manifest

Brain levels up higher and higher
Synapse trigger to start a brain fire
Stay in focus then walk across thin wire
Maybe I’ll be fine someday, someday

Can these thoughts go away
They’re cryin’ for help
These heads are too tender
Twinkie was a phantom

Rodeos and lassos can’t catch us
If we tuck away our little sponge cake
Hide inside on a soft little pastry cream
Then dream and drift away

Cream filling so soft it’s like a dream
Better even yet when you lick it from your feet

Cream fillings a dream
Sponge cake holds the dream inside it.

I found a Twinkie on the floor
It stuck to the bottom of my combat boot
But most of it was fine
So I ate it anyway 
And thought it tasted real strange
Real strange, curious

Then I thought 
I could find another one
So I closed my eyes and thought about the time
That my mind conjured things
That fantasy awaits
And brought one into life
That Twinkie was a phantom

Twinkie Was A Phantom

If a depressed turtle listened to way too much grunge, then decided to end it all by drowning, this would be his final song...

LYRICS: 
--- as sung by a suicidal turtle named Marvin/R.I.P. my little green friend ---

Floating on an edge of ocean
Waiting for the swells to take this body away

It's pulling me under
Sudden crash, wave thunder
Taking me back to where it all began

Letting it out now
Misery retreating
Cleanse the wounds that brought me here

Take this part of my self
Make it fly far from here
Wake me up when I've risen
Push me in the undertow

I was told that with time there's healing
Lies upon lies did me wrong
Might be better to leave you hanging
Then you might hear death's song

Beneath the surface
We all have dark water disease
Disease

It's pulling me under
Sudden crash, wave thunder
Taking me back to where it all began

I'm letting it out now
Misery retreating
Cleanse the wounds that brought me here

But I can't feel the sun shine on me no more
All I know is it's time to go
To go away

It's pulling me under
Sudden crash, wave thunder
Pushin' me deep in the undertow

It's too late now
Too late now
I'm too deep in the undertow

I'm floating
Still floating
In darkness
No one's around to hear me scream

I'm floating
Still floating
The silence in the undertow
Undertow

Depressed Turtle Ends It All

Recorded behind Rick's house
Hollister County, Massachusetts
Early October, 2023 (moments before dusk)
Neighboring chipmunk quotes:
"i'm confuzed by hiz intent" / "where de nutz?"
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LYRICS:
25 years and my life is still
Tryin' to get up that great big hill of hope
For a destination

Realized quickly when I knew I should
That the world was made of this brotherhood of man
For whatever that means

So I cry sometimes when I'm lying in bed
Just to get it all out what's in my head
And I'm feeling a little peculiar

I wake in the morning and I step outside
And I take a deep breath and I get real high
And I scream at the top of my lungs
"What's going on?"

And I say, hey-ah
Hey-Hey-ah
I said "Hey, what's going on?"

And I say, hey-ah
Hey-hey-ah-ah
I said "Hey, what's going on?"

And I try
Oh my God, do I try
Try all the time
In this institution

And I pray
Oh my God, do I pray
Pray every day
For a revolution

So I cry sometimes when I'm lying in bed
Just to get it all out, what's in my head
And I'm feelin' a little peculiar

So I wake in the morning and I step outside 
And I take a deep breath and I get real high
Scream at the top of my lungs
"What's going on?"

I say, hey-ah-oh
Hey-hey-hey-ah
I said "Hey, what's going on?"

And I say, hey-ah
Hey-hey-ah
I said "Hey, what's going on?

25 years and my life is still
Tryin' to get up that great big hill of hope
For a destination---

Emo-Squirrel Plays What's Up?

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

LYRICS:
I want a squirrel with a mind like a diamond 
I want a squirrel who knows what's best
I want a squirrel with shoes that cut
And eyes that burn like cigarettes

I want a squirrel with the right allocations
Who's fast and thorough
And sharp as a tack

She's playing with her jewelry
And putting up her tail
She's touring the facility
And picking up slack

I want a squirrel with a short skirt 
And a lonnnng jacket...... 

Nuts!

I want a squirrel who gets up early
I want a squirrel who stays up late
I want a squirrel with uninterrupted prosperity
Who uses a machete to cut through red tape

With fingernails that shine like justice
And a voice that's dark like tinted glass
She's fast and thorough
And sharp as a tack
She's touring the facility
And picking up slack

I want a squirrel with a short skirt 
And a lonnnnng.... 
Lonnnnng jacket 

Nuts 
Acorns
We're running up that tree 
Nuts 
Acorns 
Baby you and me 

Nuts
With nuts 
Running up that tree 
Nuts 
With nuts 
We'll have babies, you and me

I want a squirrel with a smooth liquidation
I want a squirrel with good dividends
At Citibank we'll meet accidentally
And we'll start to talk when she borrows my pen

She wants a car with a cupholder arm rest
She wants a car that will get her there
She's changing her name from Kitty to Karen
And trading her MG for a white Chrysler LeBaron

I want a squirrel with a short skirt 
And a lonnnnggggggggg, Jacket

Nuts
Acorns 
We're running up that tree 
Nuts
Acorns 
Baby you and me 

Nuts 
With nuts 
We're running up that tree 
Nuts
With nuts 
We'll have babies, you and me

Yes babies
You and me
Nuts!
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Recorded in the woods behind Rick's house in Massachusetts 1 hour after a super cool-looking woodland squirrel found a discarded CD in the woods from 2001. He immediately listened to Cake's "Short Skirt/Long Jacket", then found himself pining for a lady squirrel in a short skirt and a lonnnnnnnnng jacket. The rest is recorded history.
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Squirrel With A Long Jacket

LYRICS:
Gas on fingers
Greasy shoes
Left the starting line last year

Run on highways
Caffeine
Speed is bleeding out my veins

Rock on my rocket ship tonight
Tonight
Feed the soul with poison
Gasoline. Nicotine.

Alibi it's you tonight, all right
Tonight
Drink up the Kool-Aid
It's sugar and perfume

Taking up the side roads
Never to be seen
Hiding from the enemy
Within my messed up mind

Go the distance
We fight for love
Mortality so simple
Tonight it's dynamite

Rock on my rocket ship tonight
Tonight
Feed the soul with poison
Gasoline. Nicotine.

Alibi it's you tonight, all right
Tonight
Drink up the Kool-Aid
Sugar and perfume

Take this in
Fail your heart
Two as one
Ecstasy takes flight

Breathe this in
Taint your heart
Two now one
Together overdrive

No sign to stop us
We're on our way
Clear a path for glory
Together overdrive

Rock on my rocket ship tonight
Tonight
Feed the soul with poison
Gasoline. Nicotine.

Alibi it's you tonight, all right
Tonight
Drink up the Kool-Aid
Just sugar and perfume

We won't fight this
We're too naive
Society. Trigonometry.
Complexity kills life

Rock on my rocket ship tonight
Tonight
Feed the soul with poison
Gasoline. Nicotine.

Alibi it's you tonight, all right
Tonight
Drink up this Kool-Aid
Just sugar and perfume

Overdrive
Overdrive
Tonight
All right?
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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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Sugar & Perfume

LYRICS:
I'm sitting in the corner seat
Of a late-night lounge
Slow tap my feet
As the lady sings my favorite brand
Of smokey, smokey blues

She moves so very tenderly
Wearin' blue velvet dress
Swayin' jewelry
And I'm feeling too good for
Anyone to understand
How I feel inside these bones
Feel inside this skin

Gazin' straight, gold'n saxophone
I feel so full, but I'm all alone
How could anything feel so right
Rhythm's clean and tight

Don't need to run
Don't need to go
The best times are
When we-movin' slow
At least that's what-I-know

No one's around
To hear the sound
Of sweet jazzy fueled improvisation

Well ...
There's an old guy sittin' at the bar
Could be me in 30 years
Drinkin' too much scotch
Downs a couple of beers

I know it all too well
That one day could be me
But no troubles tonight
Sweet blues in the air
Lady wearing velvet
For us, no despair

We're going to be all right
Everybody needs a good tonight
To feel comfortable inside your bones
To feel good beneath the sun

Don't need to run
Don't need to go
The best times are
When we-movin' slow
At least that's what I know
That's just what I know
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SINCERE IMPOSTER writes and performs a curious mixture of NewWave, Folk, Art Rock, Dreampop & Alternative Indie. Collectively, it is a genre known as "KITCHEN POP" -or- more accurately, "QUIRKPOP".
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Blue Velvet Lounge

LYRICS:
You say 
I only hear what I want to

You say 
I talk so all the time 

...so

And I thought what I felt was simple
And I thought that I don't belong
And now that I am leaving
Now I know that I did something wrong
'Cause I missed you
Yeah, I missed you

And you say 
I only hear what I want to
Don't listen hard
Don't pay attention
To the distance that you're runnin'
To anyone, anywhere
Don't understand if you really care
Only hearing negative, no no no b-a-d

So I, turned the radio on, turned the radio up
And this woman was singin' my song
Lover's in love and the others run away
Lover is cryin' cause the other won't stay

Some of us hover
When we weep for the other
Who was dyin' since the day they were born
Well, well this is not that
I think I'm throwin'
But I'm thrown

And I thought I'd live forever 
Now I'm not so sure
You try to tell me that I'm clever
But that won't take me anyhow
Or anywhere, with you

You said that I was naive
And I thought that I was strong
I thought, "I can leave, I can leave"
But now, I know that I was wrong
'Cause I missed you
Yeah, I missed you

Said you caught me cuz you want me
And one day you'd let me go
You try to give away a keeper
But keep me 'cause you know
You're just so scared to lose

And you say
Stay
You say
Only hear what I want to...
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SINCERE IMPOSTER writes and performs a curious mixture of NewWave, Folk, Art Rock, Dreampop & Alternative Indie. Collectively, it is a genre known as "KITCHEN POP" -or- more accurately, "QUIRKPOP".
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You Say... Stay

LYRICS:
I'm callin' just to tell you
That what we did last night
Was a little irresponsible
Entirely unusual

When I asked you out
To meet-up drinkin' latte
Didn't mean to start up
Didn't mean to hook-up

Don't know why
I'm asking all these questions
About your life

Unsure why I'm taking
Such deep interest
Never should have asked you downtown

We sat there
For too much damn time
And we got to know
What makes us go

Now we're pushing thirty
And we're pushin' pretty dirty

I think we lit the fire
Scorching more than just last...

Maybe there's a reason
We committed such a treason

I can't unsee the flower
The flower that you have down there

Down there
Downtown
We drove down there
And we're playing the loser's game
Playing games

Burnt into memories
I saw it all
Your Wonderwall

What was it like for you
Is it lingering
Bodies glimmering

Now we're pushing thirty
And we're pushin' pretty dirty

I think we lit the fire
Scorching more than just last...

Maybe there's a reason
We committed such a treason

I can't unsee the flower
The flower that you have down there

Down there
Downtown
We drove down there
And we're playing the loser's game
Just playing games

Pushing thirty
Pushin' dirty

Lighting fires
We're deniers

Maybe reason
For this treason

Was to see
The flower that we can't unsee

Can't unsee

I think we lit a fire
Scorching more than just last night
Scorching more than just last night
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SINCERE IMPOSTER writes and performs a curious mixture of NewWave, Folk, Art Rock, Dreampop & Alternative Indie. Collectively, it is a genre known as "KITCHEN POP" -or- more accurately, "QUIRKPOP".
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Can't Unsee the Flower

LYRICS:
In the quiet hush, TJ Maxx at night
In a sea of luggage, saw a curious sight
Taylor sits on bags, piled high
Guitar in hand beneath retail sky

Silent shelves, empty cashier tills
Melodies soar, inspiration spills
Lyrics crafted in the calm of store
Her heart so pure
New beats to explore

Discount tags
And leather cases

Echoes of tunes
Finding their spaces

Imagination thrives
In a secret scene

Taylor pens songs
In a store serene

TJ Maxx
With Taylor Swift
These luggage tags
Where she goin' next?

She paused her song
And looked at me
Like Juliet
In that 'Love Story'

The words she said
They had to be
"You're my Romeo, My T. Kelce"

Unseen by all, this sweet genius girl
Creating magic luggage
Writing songs like pearls

Taylor looked away
In a world of her own
Crafting melodies
Where dreams are sewn

TJ Maxx
With Taylor Swift
These luggage tags
Where she goin' next?

She played her song
Looking straight at me
I'm Romeo
TJ's 'Love Story'

The words she said
They just had to be
"You're my Romeo, My T. Kelce"

With courage ablaze
I approached her side

Sharing my wish
A request with pride

Taylor include in your chorus line
"TJ's Love. Let its brilliance shine."

She paused, her eyes sparkling bright
A smile forming, a spark of delight
Said in my chorus
Those words shall play
A nod to this night
In its own special way

Grateful to her
Offered space to create
In the store's quietude
Her art permeates

Taylor smiled
Her heart in song
Left her to linger 
Where TJ's love belongs
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SINCERE IMPOSTER writes and performs a curious mixture of NewWave, Folk, Art Rock, Dreampop & Alternative Indie. Collectively, it is a genre known as "KITCHEN POP" -or- more accurately, "QUIRKPOP".
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T Swift Hides at TJ MAXX

LYRICS:
Walking into shade and light
The mystery of shadows unknown

A sun sets beyond the pines
Cold wind starts to blow inside

Now night time, the night falls
And we feel, we don't belong
We can't reside in this forest tonight

It's night here
It's nightfall
And we feel
We don't belong
We can't reside in this woodland tonight

The night of the animals
The night of the animals
They rule this domain here tonight

Their eyes stare
With venom
And sharp fangs
While ravens
Begin to form a darkening cloud of fear

And with sadness
We turn back
But feel nature pull us
Then plunge our bodies
Straight into their path

Walking into shade and light
The mystery of shadows unknown

A sun sets beyond the pines
Cold wind starts to blow inside

The night of the animals
The night of the animals
They rule this domain here tonight
Tonight
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SINCERE IMPOSTER writes and performs a curious mixture of NewWave, Folk, Art Rock, Dreampop & Alternative Indie. Collectively, it is a genre known as "KITCHEN POP" -or- more accurately, "QUIRKPOP".
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The Mystery of Shadows

SINCERE IMPOSTER writes and performs a curious mixture of NewWave, Folk, Art Pop, Dreamwave & Alternative Indie. Collectively, it is a genre known as "QUIRKPOP"

The band currently consists of two members, both living within the same body, sharing a similar existence. They both are extremely and unapologetically sincere.

Depressed Turtle Ends It All

Sincere Imposter

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