LYRICS:
Hey girl-
I got somethin' real important to tell you
So just sit down and listen

You used to call me on my cell phone
Late night when you needed my love
Call me on my cell phone
Late night when you needed my love

And I know when that hotline bling
That can only mean one thing
I know, know when that hotline bling
That can only mean one thing

Ever since I left the city
You, You, You
Got a reputation for yourself now
Everybody knows and I feel left out
Girl you got me down
You got me stressed out

Cuz ever since I left the city
You, You, You
Started wearing less and goin' out more
Glasses of champagne 
Out on the dance floor
Hangin' with some random girls 
I've never seen before

You used to call me on my cell phone
Late night when you needed my love
Call me on my cell phone
Late night when you needed my love

I know when, when that hotline bling
That can only mean one thing
I know when, when that hotline bling
That can only mean one thing

These days, all I do is
Wonder if you're bendin' over backwards
For someone else

Wonder if you're rollin' up a Backwoods
For someone else

Doing things I taught you
Gettin' nasty 
For someone else

You don't need no one else
You don't need nobody else
No, No

Why you never alone?
Why you always touching road
Used to always stay at home
Be a good girl
You was in the zone, yeah
You should just be yourself
Right now, you're someone else
You're someone else

You're someone else!

You used to call me on my cell phone
Late night when you needed my love
Call me on my cell phone
Late night when you needed my love

I know when that hotline bling
That can only mean one thing
I know, know when that hotline bling
That can only mean one thing

Can only mean one thing 

Mean one thing

Yeah... Hotline Bling 

Hotline bling

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Hotline Bling (R&B Soul Edition)

Some people call with swagger. 
Carl calls with a Casio SK-1 and hope.
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LYRICS:
------
Hey girl-
I got somethin' real important to tell you
So just sit down and listen

You used to call me on my cell phone
Late night when you needed my love
Call me on my cell phone
Late night when you needed my love

And I know when that hotline bling
That can only mean one thing
I know when that hotline bling
That can only mean one thing

Ever since I left the city
You, You
Got a reputation for yourself now
Everybody knows and I feel left out
Girl you got me down
You got me stressed out

Cuz ever since I left the city
You, You
Started wearing less and goin' out more
Glasses of champagne 
Out on the dance floor
Hangin' with some random girls 
I've never seen before

You used to call me on my cell phone
Late night when you needed my love
Call me on my cell phone
Late night when you needed my love

I know when that hotline bling
That can only mean one thing
I know when that hotline bling
That can only mean one thing

These days, all I do is
Wonder if you're bendin' over backwards
For someone else
Wonder if you're rollin' up a Backwoods
For someone else
Doing things I taught you
Gettin' nasty for someone else
You don't need no one else

You don't need nobody else
No, No
Why you never alone
Why you always touching road
Used to always stay at home
Be a good girl
You was in the zone, yeah
You should just be yourself

Right now, you're someone else
Oh... you're someone else

You used to call me on my cell phone
Late night when you needed my love
Call me on my cell phone
Late night when you needed my love

I know when that hotline bling
That can only mean one thing
I know when that hotline bling
That can only mean one thing

Can only mean one thing 

Can only mean one thing 

Mean one thing-
Hotline bling 

Hotline bling

Hotline bling

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CARL'S CASIO BLING

A notorious West End experiment: SLIM SHADY combusted during previews, its confrontational energy overwhelming cast, crew, and audience—closed before opening night became possible.
------
LYRICS:
------
What?
What?
What the hell are you people looking at?

Yo—
Before you clap or cough or shuffle to your seat let me say I didn’t ask for you to be here I see the playbills in your laps like shields already ready to be offended yeah relax this ain’t a show it’s an intervention I’m the symptom you bought tickets to regret in real time smiling like you’re brave enough to get it spoiler alert you’re not and neither’s the guy next to you nodding like he’s fluent in rebellion 

Bought the hoodie bought the cadence bought the posture bought the anger in bulk now you’re shocked it doesn’t fit you in person I see you mouthing every bar like it’s yours like you earned it like pain’s a souvenir you picked up at the merch stand 

Everybody wanna sound like me talk like me walk mad like me act damaged like me even you sitting there pretending this is ironic imitation nah it’s karaoke with trauma cosplay I bled for this voice 

You rented it for two hours and a bathroom mirror now I’m trapped in a musical about myself written by committees and notes and soft hands asking me to sand down the teeth asking me to behave asking me to be grateful while you copy the snarl and sell it back to me wrapped in jazz hands and spotlights so yeah I’m bitter yeah I’m louder yeah I’m stepping on the fourth wall and the orchestra pit and your expectations too because I’m the real mess the rest is dress-up 

I'm the bruise you imitate I’m the mood you can’t sit with I’m the reason this thing closes before it opens so enjoy the preview take notes steal the rhythm on your way out and tell yourself you saw the legend while he burned the whole thing down on purpose

No—don’t cue the strings don’t save me don’t soften it don’t dress it up like redemption I hear violins lying already trying to tell them I’m fine, I’m not fine... 

Gasoline with a mic and a grievance you thought this was edgy nostalgia safe danger eight shows a week with a souvenir cup nah I’m a hostile work environment with legs I will miss cues on purpose glare at the chorus forget lines invent worse ones I’ll make ushers quit mid-aisle I’ll freestyle through the matinee till the tourists cry I’ll rhyme through your blocking your lighting your carefully timed revelations I’ll turn tap numbers into threats turn love songs into warnings 

You wanted a legend embalmed I showed up alive and contagious I’ll cough on the script spit on the notes ad-lib the ending every night different I’ll make the critics write essays just to say “what the hell was that” 

I’ll break the fourth wall then sell tickets to the rubble. I’ll haunt this theater like a lawsuit with a beat. You wanted closure you got chaos you wanted growth you got teeth you wanted me grateful I showed you honest so dim the lights cut the band roll the curtain early I’m still talking I’m still here this isn’t sabotage it’s a diagnosis and if this show dies tonight good it means I finally told the truth without choreography

fuck-
fuck you
fuck the stage
the producers, the audience, the lighting guy 
and the goddamn tickets you buy

I'm not fuckin' for sale, yo...
I am not fucking for sale, yo!

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SLIM SHADY | CANCELED LONDON WEST END MUSICAL THEATRE

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.
------
LYRICS:
------
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

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.
------
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

​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.
------
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 James Taylor classic reimagined as a nostalgic, emo pop-punk anthem — Honest, intimate, and emotionally direct, performed by San Diego's 'LOST ANGELS'
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LYRICS:
------
When you're down and troubled
And you need a helping hand
And nothin'
Nothin' is goin' right

Close your eyes and think of me
And soon I will be there
To brighten up even your darkest night

You just call out my name
And you know, wherever I am
I'll come runnin'
To see you again

Winter, spring, summer or fall
All you have to do is call
And I'll be there
You've got a friend

If the sky above you
Grows dark and full of clouds
And that old north wind begins to blow

Keep your head together
And call my name out loud
Soon you'll hear me 
Knockin' at your door

You just call out my name
And you know, wherever I am
I'll come runnin', runnin', yeah yeah
To see you again

Winter, spring, summer or fall
All you have to do is call
And I'll be there
Yes I will

Now-
Ain't it good to know 
That you've got a friend

When people can be so cold

They'll hurt you, yes, and desert you
And take your soul if you let them
Oh... but don't you let them
You just call out my name
And you know, wherever I am
I'll come runnin'
To see you again

Winter, spring, summer or fall
All you have to do is call
And I'll be there
Yes, I will...

You've got a friend

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YOU'VE GOT A FRIEND

An atmospheric, gothic portrait of intimacy—part darkwave, part art-metal, part nocturnal dream. Heavy textures, whispered intensity, and slow inevitability guide the pathway to a long, immersive descent into tortured desire.
------
LYRICS:
------
"Yes… I've watched you from the trembling edges of the dark, where the candles bleed, and the shadows breathe"

Your eyes found mine 
Like a prophecy fulfilled
A door cracked open
In a cathedral of night
You called to me—
Whether you meant to or not

You’re the charge in the storm
And I’m the iron pulled toward the lightning
Step by step I draw closer
Letting fate stitch new lines between us

Even imagining your touch
Sends a fever through my blood
A pulse of something
Beautiful and dangerous

You slip beneath my skin
Deep as a dagger
Soft as a whispered sin
And every part of me
Is reaching for you

Hungry for the moment
We stop pretending

Slowly…
Let my breath slide along your neck
Let my voice coil into your ear
Like a whispered incantation
You’ll hear long after 
The world goes quiet

Slowly…
Let my mouth chart 
The heat beneath your ribs
Let me wander your forbidden halls
Let me turn your body
Into scripture written
In shadow and desire

I want to watch your hair fall
Like black fire in the moonlight
I want my rhythm to swallow yours whole
Until we move as one creature
With a single burning pulse

Let my lips uncover
The places you hide from heaven
Let me cross the borders
Where your shadows burn hottest
Until your breath breaks
And your name is lost
To the dark

You feel it too—
The pull
The tremor
The hunger between us
Your heart shakes when I come close
Like it’s trying to break free

You’ve been searching
For the spark 
I keep in my throat
Come taste it
See if it burns
Or blesses you

I want to know
How deep your desire runs
I’m in no hurry—
We descend together

Soft at first…
Then violently alive

Step by step
Like a ritual under a dying moon
We fall into each other

Little by little
When your mouth meets mine 
With that edge
I see the danger in your softness

The angel tangled in sin
And I welcome every piece of it

Step by step
Like the rising of a dark cathedral
We fuse together
Bone to breathe
Shadow to heat
Your beauty is a labyrinth
Carved from longing and night

But the missing piece
Has always been resting
In my hands

Slowly…
Let me swallow you in again
Let me speak truths
That will haunt your bones
Long after the sun-
Betrays us

Slowly…
Let my kisses mark you
Let the labyrinth of your body
Keep my name etched in heat
Let every hidden place
Become a hymn
I sing with my mouth

I want to see your hair dance around you
Like smoke rising from a sacred fire
I want to command the rhythm
That takes hold of your pulse
Let me cross
Every forbidden threshold...

Until your voice cracks
And your name 
Collapses-
Into the night wind

Slowly…
Let’s vanish to a haunted shore 
In Puerto Rico
Where the waves roar like ancient spirits
And the moon crowns us in silver
Let the moment burn itself
Into your skin
So it follows you
Into every lifetime

Step by step
Soft and relentless
We descend into each other

Little by little
Let my mouth learn
Your sacred places

Step by step
Slow and inevitable
We move until the night shatters
And the darkness
Takes your name
As its own

Slow.
Slowly.
Completely.

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SWALLOW YOU IN

intercepted transmission from fetal ultrasound performed by Doc Hardcore 
------------
Transmission photarquetatious virulax
Quorums vie tauric

Brugnomic 
Transporsitioning

Antichoric 
Triangulon strangulow proglow
Brugnomic
Brugnomic

Virulex phase
Ultrachoric hum
Spindled photons
Mutaform run

Proglow—proglow
Stranguphase slow
Antivector halo
Drift, drift
Below

Quasi-quasi-fora 
Didactic croton shorcapus
Krakaw Caraukaw
Rhodius loomis foraquay
Rae Rae 
Rae Rae J

rae Q L
codicis formax
crystalline structure 
identifox
custom eradicux

Chronex folding
Astrolux bent
Voxal matter
Never meant

Brugnomic 
Transporsitioning

Brugnomic 
Transporsitioning

Antichoric triangulon
Proglow—Proglow—on

Zeromass calling
Talax is thin
Echoform us
We begin

Brugnomic
Antichoric
Proglow
Proglow

Transmission ludified...
Photox Derivatives... 
Consule final lifted...
End run!

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DOC HARDCORE & HIS FUTURE FETAL ULTRASOUND MACHINE

A tender 80's STYX ballad recast in shadow, traveling from tenderness into desolate darkwave terrain, with a pounding heartbeat underneath the bitter chill.
------
LYRICS:
------
Babe I'm leaving, I must be on my way
The time is drawing near

My train is going
I see it in your eyes
The love, the need, your tears

But I'll be lonely 
Without you
And I'll need your love 
To see me through

So please believe me
My heart is in your hands
And I'll be missing you

Cuz you know it's you Babe
Whenever I get weary and I've had enough
Feel like giving up

You know it's you Babe
Giving me the courage 
And the strength I need

Please believe that it's true
Babe I love you

Babe I'm leaving
I'll say it once again
And somehow try to smile

I know the feelin'
We're trying to forget
If only for a while

Cause I'll be lonely
Without you
And I'll need your love to see me through

Please believe me
My heart is in your hands...
Cause I'll be missing you

Babe I love you
Babe I love you
Ooh-Ooh
Babe
Ooh Babe

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BABE I'M LEAVING

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.


BABE I'M LEAVING

Sincere Imposter