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

LYRICS:
We sleep inside four walls
And dream into soft pillows
Nothing's ever spoken
In the morning
When we wake up
To see each other's saddened faces

We know, the truth
About where we're lying down together
It's no good

We know
That the roof above this bed
Is leakin' all over our ivory cover

Deeper and deeper we sink
We're gettin' so deep into trouble again
As the walls close in

Deeper and deeper
Inside four walls
We both drown and dissolve
Can you hear me cryin'

We know, the truth
About where we're lyin' down together
It's no good

We know
That the roof above this bed
Is leakin' all over
Our ivory cover
Oh, god

Deeper and deeper we sink
We're getting so deep in trouble again
As the walls close in

Deeper and deeper
Inside four walls

Four Walls

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:
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:
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:
Hey there cigarette
There's no light around your thin paper

Hey there cigarette
You're shorter and you're smaller

Where would I be without your smoke
Under my taste buds
But, cigarette went out
A long time ago

It's getting cold outside
And I really need a smoke break
Addiction has a playmate
And sings this little song to you

In hopes you can light and rekindle
Your warm flame
You're my true friend

But this lack of pure affection
And the loss of my youth
Just makes me stand in misery

I need you to fill these lungs
With nicotine on Tuesday
Cuz it's Tuesday now
And Wednesday's too
Far away to see

Now looking back, when I was ten
I never knew
What I know now

You were stuck between my two lips
Put there by a girl
Just two years older than I was
Who wanted to be my friend

On a smoke break, getting high
No cares to weigh me down

Oh I need you more than ever
But you're far too dwindled down

On a smoke break, getting high
No cares to weigh me down

Oh I need you more than ever
Please don't let me down

If I promise you
To smoke you
To the bone
Will you never let me go
Then leave me on your own

Will you wrap your love
Around my shirt
And make me smell like you

Oh I promise
If you give me one more
I'll stay hooked on you

On a smoke break, getting high
No cares to weigh me down

Oh I need you more than ever
Don't let me down
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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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Without Your Smoke

LYRICS:
Who's that girl in the corner
Silently slow dancing with herself
Her, she's comfortably so unaware
Of all the judgment stares in our eyes

Oh, why does she look so beautiful to me
Even though I can't see her face at all

It's all in the slow way she moves
So carefully
As the world magically placed her here

Just for me
To let her be
Move so gingerly on the floor

Oh, who is that girl
Movin' lazy on the dance floor
Oh why can't I be like her
And place perception in sealed boxes

Why, this must be a humblin' lesson
To finally stop pretendin'
Oh this must be a dancin' angel
Pointing out our biggest flaw

Who's that girl in the corner
Silently slow dancing with herself
Her, she's comfortably so unaware
Of all the judgment stares in our eyes

I glided up to her
She whispered straight to me

...Quiet
...Shh
...Step
We just kept slow dancing

... Quiet
... Shh
... Step
Then she disappeared

Oh, who was that girl
Movin' lazy on the dance floor
Oh nice to dance with phantoms
Who change my comprehension

Why this must be my lesson
To finally stop pretendin'
Oh she was my favorite angel
She won't be forgotten

Who's that girl in the corner
Silently slow dancing with herself

Her, she's comfortably so unaware
Of all the judgment stares in our eyes
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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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Girl in the Photograph

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

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

So I cry sometimes when I'm lyin' 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 mornin' 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-ah
I said "Hey, what's going on?"

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

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

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

And 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
And I scream at the top of my lungs
"What's going on?"

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

I say, hey-ah-ah
Hey hey-ah-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---

The "What's Up" Blues

LYRICS:
There's a stranger in my bed,
There's a pounding in my head
Glitter all over the room
Pink flamingos in the pool

I smell like a mini-bar
DJ's passed out in the yard
Barbies on the barbecue
This a hickey or a bruise?

Pictures of last night
Ended up online
I'm screwed
Oh, well
It's a blacked-out blur
But I'm pretty sure it ruled
Damn

Last Friday night
Yeah, we danced on tabletops
And we took too many shots
Think we kissed but I forgot

Last Friday night
Yeah, we maxed our credit cards
And got kicked out of the bar
So we hit the boulevard

Last Friday night
We went streaking in the park
Skinny dipping in the dark
Then had a ménage à trois

Last Friday night
Yeah, I think we broke the law
Always say we're gonna stop

This Friday night
Do it all again
This Friday night
Do it all again

Trying to connect the dots
Don't know what to tell my boss
Think the city towed my car
Chandelier is on the floor

Ripped my favorite party dress
Warrant's out for my arrest
Think I need a ginger ale
That was such an epic fail

Pictures of last night
Ended up online
I'm screwed
Oh, well
It's a blacked-out blur
But I'm pretty sure it ruled
Damn

Last Friday night
Yeah, we danced on tabletops
And we took too many shots
Think we kissed but I forgot

Last Friday night
Yeah, we maxed our credit cards
And got kicked out of the bar
So we hit the boulevard

Last Friday night
We went streaking in the park
Skinny dipping in the dark
Then had a ménage à trois

Last Friday night
Yeah, I think we broke the law
Always say we're gonna stop

This Friday night
Do it all again
(Do it all again)
This Friday night
Do it all again
(Do it all again)
This Friday night

T.G.I.F.
T.G.I.F.
T.G.I.F.
T.G.I.F.
T.G.I.F.
T.G.I.F.

Last Friday night
Yeah, we danced on tabletops
And we took too many shots
Think we kissed but I forgot

Last Friday night
Yeah, we maxed our credit cards
And got kicked out of the bar
So we hit the boulevard

Last Friday night
We went streaking in the park
Skinny dipping in the dark
Then had a ménage à trois

Last Friday night
Yeah, I think we broke the law
Always say we're gonna stop

This Friday night
Do it all again
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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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Last Friday Night {Vocal Isolation-K.Perry}

LYRICS:
I always knew that you were trouble
I always knew that you were...
No good for me

I stumbled into your world
Dancing like a stranger in the night
I knew it from the start
That this wouldn't be all right

You had that twisted smile
That ruled me in your devil spell
I guess that I must be the moth
And you are the flame from hell

Your love's like a dark alleyway
A place I never should have been
Yet I sadly wandered there
'Cause I couldn't resist your skin

You spoke in soft quiet riddles
I just played the fool
Now I'm hanging on the edge of love
A love that is so very cruel

I always knew that you were trouble
Stuck in my head

I always knew that you were
No good for me

Coffee-stained confessions
In those dim-lit fancy restaurants
You whispered your secret to me
And said you were my dying star

I always knew that you were trouble
I missed the warning sign

I always knew that you were
No good for me

You Were Trouble

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.

Blue Velvet Lounge

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