beat by Arab Muzik

song by Grill The Mil 

July 23, 2023

Fake ID

something that encompasses what this song is trying to get at:

october 16,2023, at 2:07pm
promise me this, that no matter what, one day before the end of this year, i will go somewhere and create something meaningful. something substantial on a spiritual level, that i can look back on in a few years and have memories flooded back to me, something i can show someone and say "this is me. this is what i think, what i am, this is what i do." and they’d look at it, look at me, and understand a bit more about the world i see.

because what i’m doing now, if you were to feel it, you’d think that i’d be better off doing nothing.

just a little bit longer…

original description:
capo 3rd fret
chords: same as always, forever. and dreæmaire

all my life
i could see you always
going near
coming here

all the time
when i could i would see you
going near
coming here

for the last time in my life i’ve been
looking back and forth at the moments i’ve gathered
standing all alone with my keyboard and phone i’ve been
writing all the thoughts that i’ve ever known and 

all my life in my memories i’ve been
writing all the dreams and the picture scenes that i’ve
left for you.
dreamt for you.

yeah, i’ve been
looking.

august 27,2023

so far, how things have been

It just takes time to see the other side
If you were mine at least you'd have a good time
Not saying I'll be perfect, but maybe I can fucking try
I think my life is worthless so take what you want, it's fine
I'll just keep

Calling you all night
Until I make you mine
Calling you all night
Until the sun says "go to bed 'til next time"

I waste my life, nothing but trash in hindsight
But yours is bright, it fills my head with sunshine
I'm saying that you're perfect, oh baby you're a fucking dime
I think my life is worthless so take what you want, it's fine
I'll just keep

Calling you all night
Until I make you mine
Calling you all night
Until the sun says "go to bed 'til next"
Calling you all night
Until I make you mine
Calling you all night
Until the sun says "go to bed 'til next time"

It just takes time (until the sun)
To see the other side (says "go to bed 'til next time")
If you were mine
Until the sun says "go to bed 'til next time"

be mine

FINDING THE PIECES

LYRICS:
Do you remember
The best time we ever had
Driving down the highway
Late at night, as we stopped to go inside
As we filled-up

We were all wrapped in bright neon lights
So bright we'd squint our eyes
Then looked around 
To see if we were all alone

I remember 
That night we drove to Ocean City
I remember
The smell of perfume drifting from your body

As we poured ourselves a drink
And filled that paper cup
With steamy caffeination
Tasted just like earth

It was our most precious moment
A still frame left in time
We'd reached the destination
Even though just half-way

I remember 
That night we drove to Ocean City
I remember
The smell of perfume drifting from your body

Just drinkin'
Then talkin'
And thinkin'
We'd fallen into love

With a Conoco coffee
Conoco coffee

With a Conoco coffee
Conoco coffee
We'd fallen into love

The taste was so damn bitter
But you were so damned sweet
As we pressed our lips together
I knew we were complete

Then you kissed me on my shoulder
As you stood up on your toes
Then I told you that I love you
And the tears just overflowed

But I wish I'd frozen that picture
Cause I wished I'd trapped that night
We were so together
We all right

With a Conoco coffee
Conoco coffee

With a Conoco coffee
Conoco coffee
We'd fallen into love

I remember 
That night we drove to Ocean City
Smell of perfume drifting from your body

With a Conoco coffee
Conoco coffee

With a Conoco coffee
A Conoco coffee
We'd fallen into love

I remember 
That night we drove to Ocean City
The smell of perfume drifting from your body

With a Conoco coffee
A Conoco coffee

With a Conoco coffee
Conoco coffee
We'd fallen, fallen, 
Fallen into love
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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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Conoco Coffee

Vanity

LYRICS:
Watch it collapse
As the sunshine hits our face at dawn
'Cause they'll be nothing better
Than this moment we had here today

As soon as the pinnacle of us was had
In bed tonight
I tend to tap out
Then walk away from everything
That is good

The truth about me
Is that I'm not sure about myself
And most things

And while you're here right now
I'm nothing that you see
Or ever could be

I'm nothing that you see
An act in two parts
Part three is right now

When I walk away
Then leave the key
And say nothing important to you

It's lonely being me
Is it lonely being you
I bet it is

We're all a mess
At least, I think
We're all this wrecking ball

Oh, nothing's really true
An imposter's the role I play
Could be you are better than I am
I know I'm better than this

But I know I'm not
It's so cliche
It's so cliche

Watch it collapse
As the sunshine hits our face at dawn
'Cause they'll be nothing better
Than this moment we had here today
So cliche
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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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Watch It Collapse

Flight Mode - The Three Times out February 2024 on Tiny Engines

https://te.lsnto.me/three-times

The Three Times

Flight Mode - Dö Yoü Rëmëmbër

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
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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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Phantom Twinkie Fever Dream

Kiss me with conditions, and all my inhibitions talk.
Hasn't this happened before, here?
Haven't we been here before, dear?
Your crushing indecision, my female and submissive want.
Hasn't this happened before, here?
Haven't we been here before, dear?

It's useless salvation,
It's a faithless prayer
And I say it like a curse, I swear
When I touch you, I know you're not there.
The further I get, the further you get.
And I'm strangled up in rosaries.
Nothing holy about bloody knees.
I keep waking up in this bad dream,
the further I get, the further you get.

Kill me with confessions, and all my roses turn to rot.
Hasn't this happened before, here?
Haven't we been here before, dear?
My feminine obsession,
This pedestal, can't get you off.
Hasn't this happened before, here?
Haven't we been here before, dear?

It's useless salvation,
It's a faithless prayer
And I say it like a curse, I swear
I can taste it.
I know you're not there.
The further I get, the further you get.
I'm a habit that you can't quite quit.
You're an addict to this emptiness.
Give me softness,
Violence in sex.
The further I get, the further you get.
The further I get, the further you get.
credits
released November 15, 2023
Written by Cara Salimando and Jacob Munk (instagram: @makejunk)
Recorded and produced by Jacob Munk
Guitars: Jacob Munk, Paul Edelman (instagram: @pauledelmanmusic)
Drums: Jacob Munk, Joey Anderson (instagram: @speedogrigio)
Bass: Jacob Munk, Nicholas Morford (instagram: @surewhynotnick)
Auxiliary/ additional production: Jacob Munk, Cara Salimando
Live Session Engineer: Greg Cortez, New Monkey Studio (instagram: @killahcortez)

Mixed by Chris Coady (instagram: @chriscoady)

Mastered by Mike Bozzi (instagram: @masteredbymike)

Recorded at Palmquist Studios, Los Angeles CA
(instagram: @palmquist_studios)

Recorded at New Monkey Studio, Los Angeles CA
(instagram: @newmonkeystudio)

Catholic Song

LYRICS:
We were always
Falling apart
From the first breath in
From the earliest start

Taking all the air
Enter into our lungs
With that began
Start of demise

Can't we ever
Start where it began
Rewind beginning
Do it, over again

The flowers that you held
Will wither and die tomorrow
Through it all
Never saw my future sorrow

But now that you're out the door
Those two immortal souls
Just blinked then died

Stuck in mud tracks
Can't lift my feet

Stuck in quicksand
Time to retreat

Stuck in mud trucks
Can't lift these feet

Luck seems to flash by
Accept defeat

Defeated
I can't fight this war any more

Defeated
Don't want nothin' from no one
No more

Leave it alone
Let this soul die
Just like the flowers
You held long ago

Stuck in mud trucks
Can lift my feet

Stuck in quicksand
Time to retreat

Stuck in mud trucks
Can't lift these feet

Luck seems to flash by
Defeat
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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 Lift These Feet

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.

Phantom Twinkie Fever Dream

Sincere Imposter

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