Here is "What About JUICE?"... a classic tune from probably 2008-ish that never existed - until now!
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Yeah… uh. What about juice?
They said swagger… I said juice.  
They said muscles… I said juice.  

Heh — y’all don’t get it…
Alright, let’s go!  

Walk in the room, light flicker on me,  
Everybody stop like they caught a disease.  
Juice in my step, got the world in a squeeze,  
Confidence drip like it’s fresh off the leaves.  

Swagger on chill but the heart stay warm,  
Smile so bright, it’ll bend the norm.  
Not talkin’ orange, not talkin’ grape,  
It’s the kinda juice that no one can fake.

What about juice, what about riz,  
What about style, what about flair?  
What about confidence, what about smooth,  
What about charm, what about fun?  

That’s my juice, that’s my riz,  
That’s my style, that’s my charm.  
So hit me up, don’t be shy,  
I’m right here —  

I got juice, I got juice!  
I got juice, I got juice!  

What about juice? 

Neo on the hook with the velvet tone,  
Em with the flow when I’m in the zone.  
Play both sides like I’m flipping a coin,  
Hard and soft, yeah, that’s how I’m coined.  

Look, juice ain’t clout, juice ain’t fake,  
Juice is the glow when the real ones wake.  
It’s the vibe, it’s the flair, it’s the spark in the room,  
It’s the bass in your step when you’re bringing that boom.  

What about juice, what about riz,  
What about style, what about flair?  
What about confidence, what about smooth,  
What about charm, what about fun?  

That’s my juice, that’s my riz,  
That’s my style, that’s my charm.  
So hit me up, don’t be shy,  
I’m right here —  
About Juice.

What about muscle? 
What about juice?  
What about swagger?  
What about juice?  

What about money, the car, the suit?  
None of that hits like the vibe in the roots.  

What about pretty?  
What about soul?  
What about winning?  
What about whole?  

You can keep chasing all that shine and excuse,  
But I’mma keep shining — I’m powered by juice.  

Who got the juice? (I got the juice!)  
Who got the juice? (We got the juice!)  
Sip it, flip it, vibe real loose,  
Life taste sweet when you pour that juice. 

Who got the juice? (I got the juice!)  
Who got the juice? (We got the juice!)  
Sip it, flip it, vibe real loose,  
Life taste sweet when you pour that juice. 

What about juice? (I got juice!)  
About juice. About juice. About juice.
About juice. About juice. About juice.

Yeah… What about juice?
That’s the question
That’s the truth.

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What About JUICE?

"What if Jesus was allowed to play in the NFL? TOUCHDOWN JESUS is a modern, epic Broadway spectacle asking the question: how would miracles, swagger, and divine power change the game of football — and the world?"
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And lo, there came a man,  
Five foot two, of humble frame,  
A carpenter’s son from Galilee,  
But the football field 
Would never be the same.  

What if the Lamb of God  
Stepped onto the football field?  

Would miracles rewrite the rules
Would mortal power yield?  

Who shall bring him down?  
Who shall make him fall?  
The trumpet sounds, 
The whistle blows,  
And the Savior takes the ball.  

Touchdown Jesus — 
Running like a miracle,  
Touchdown Jesus — 
Unstoppable, untypical.  

Touchdown Jesus — 
Thunder splits the skies,  
Touchdown Jesus — 
Fire in his eyes.  

The blind see the scoreboard shining,  
The lame rise and join the cheer,  
If he turns water into Gatorade,  
The end zone’s drawing near.  

Would the league call sacrilege,  
Divine P-E-D design?  
Or bow before the holy play,  
Where mortal strength resigns?  

Touchdown Jesus — 
Running like a miracle,  
Touchdown Jesus — 
Unstoppable, untypical.  

Touchdown Jesus — 
Thunder splits the skies,  
Touchdown Jesus — 
Fire in his eyes.  

See him run, see him rise,  
Angels block on every side.  

See the mighty powers fall,  
No one stops the Lord of all.  

Yo — first and ten, 
He descend, 
Resurrection in the end,  
Every yard a testament, 
Every cut a covenant.  
Spinnin’ like Ezekiel’s wheel, 
Breakin’ tackles, 
Breakin’ seals,  
Ref don’t need no chain to measure — Heaven knows the deal.  

Crowd part like the Red Sea, 
Watch defenders flee,  
He jukin’ like Jacob, 
Wrestlin’ destiny.  
Holy Ghost stiff-arm, 
Prophets in the huddle,  
Goliath on the D-line? 
Nah — he just a puddle.  

From Bethlehem streets 
To the NFL lights,  
He multiplies the loaves 
Into Super Bowl nights.  
No false idols, 
No flags on the play,  
When the Son runs the field, 
Every knee gotta pray.  

Je'
Touchdown! 
Touchdown!
Jesus! 
Jesus!
Running! 
Running!
Like a miracle!  

Touchdown! 
Touchdown!
Jesus! 
Jesus!
Holy! 
Holy!
Un-Stoppable!  

The crowd proclaims, 
The heavens roar,  
The Son of Man 
Has scored once more.

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TOUCHDOWN JESUS

INTRODUCING METALLECON:
an American, genre-defying metal band with a twist: they turn the world of economics into face-melting riffs and growls. METALLECON delivers a unique education—Policy Economics 101 meets Hybrid Metal 201. Their songs tackle everything from supply and demand to market crashes, making the most intimidating graphs & charts feel like an international mosh anthem.
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Why Coffee Beans Be Double?  
Listen close, I’ve got a story to tell,  
About a little bean we know so well.  
It fuels our mornings
Our late-night schemes,  
But the price keeps climbing
Or so it seems.  

The world is shifting, the weather’s strange,  
And yet we pay, we bend, we change.  
So let’s take a moment, cup in hand,  
To learn the lesson, to understand.  

To learn the lesson, to understand.  

We grow no beans, we import the dream,  
Every morning addicted to sacred caffeine.  
The heat is rising, the harvest is thin,  
The climate is breaking, 
The taste wearing thin.  

Demand climbs higher, like a wildfire,  
Everyone chasing that daily wire,  
The fields are failing
The crops run dry,  
But the price keeps soaring 
To the open sky.  

WHY COFFEE BEANS BE DOUBLE?!  
WHY COFFEE BEANS BE DOUBLE?!  
Madman plan, the head of the table,  
We drink, we shake, 
We’re broke, unstable!  

Step one: the people who sell it pay.  
Step two: the people who move it pay.  
Step three: the people who buy it pay.  
Step four: everyone loses in the fray.  

By the time it hits my hand,  
That cup is four times 
What it should have been.  
This isn’t growth — 
It’s chains on our wrists,  
Policy written with an iron fist.  

TAX IT! STACK IT! 
BREAK OUR BACKS WITH IT!  
FOUR TIMES THE PRICE 
FOR A BEAN IN A BAG!  

Madman smiles with the pen in his grip,  
We scream, we burn, but we still sip!  

You don’t study it, you repeat it.  
You don’t fight it, you eat it.  
And you’ll pay double for the privilege!  

WHY COFFEE BEANS BE DOUBLE?!  
WHY COFFEE BEANS BE DOUBLE?!  
Madman plan at the head of the table,  
We drink, we shake, 
We’re broke, unstable!  

Class is ending, 
The story’s told,  
You listened, maybe, 
You’ll remember, or not hold.  
The price keeps climbing, 
It's all the same,  
Double, triple, quadruple — the game.  

Step by step, cup in hand,  
Lesson learned, try to understand.  
Coffee economics, madness by design,  
Now go pay the price, and call it fine.

Go pay the price 
And call it fine.

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METALLECON | WHY COFFEE BEANS BE DOUBLE?

a dark, introspective interpretation of Elton John's, "Goodbye Yellow Brick Road" - a reflection on choices, regret, and the cost of chasing artificiality and false illusions in our modern world. 
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When are you gonna come down?
When are you going to land?
I should have stayed on the farm
I should have listened to my old man

You know you can't hold me forever
I didn't sign up with you

I'm not a present for your friends to open
This boy's too young to be singing
The blues, ah 

So goodbye yellow brick road
Where the dogs of society howl

You can't plant me in your penthouse
I'm going back to my plough
Back to the howling old owls
Hunting the horny back toad
Oh, I've finally decided my future lies
Beyond the yellow brick road

Ah, ah
Ah, ah

What do you think you'll do then?
I bet they'll shoot down the plane
It'll take you a couple of vodka and tonics
To set you on your feet again

Maybe you'll get a replacement
There's plenty like me to be found
Mongrels who ain't got a penny
Sniffing for tidbits like you
On the ground, ah

So goodbye yellow brick road
Where the dogs of society howl

You can't plant me in your penthouse
I'm going back to my plough
Back to the howling old owls
Hunting the horny back toad

Oh, I've finally decided my future lies
Beyond the yellow brick road

Ah, ah
Ah, ah

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THE LAST YELLOW ROAD

take the dreamy mid-90s "I Love You Always Forever" by Donna Lewis, wrap it up in early '80s synthwave, then darken the sound for modern love
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Feels like I'm standing 
In a timeless dream

Of light mists 
With pale amber rose

Feels like I'm lost 
In a deep cloud 
Of heavenly scent

Touching
Discovering you

Those days of warm rains
Come rushing back to me
Miles of windless 
Summer nights

Secret moments 
Shared within the heat 
Of the afternoon
Out of the stillness
Soft spoken words

Say it, say it again
I love you always forever
Near or far, closer together
Everywhere I will be with you
Everything I will do for you

Say it, say it again
I love you always forever
Near or far, closer together
Everywhere I will be with you
Everything I will do for you

You've got...

The most unbelievable 
Blue, blue eyes I've ever seen
You've got...
Me almost melting away

As we lay there
Under a blue sky 
With pure white stars
Exotic sweetness
A magical time

Say it, say it again
I love you always forever
Near or far, closer together
Everywhere I will be with you
Everything I will do for you 

Say it, say it again
I love you always forever
Near or far, closer together
Everywhere I will be with you
Everything I will do for you

Say you'll love 
And love me forever
Never stop, never whatever
Near and far 
And always everywhere and everything

Say you'll love and love me forever
Never stop, never whatever
Near and far 
And always everywhere and everything

Say you'll love and love me forever
Never stop, never whatever
Near and far 
And always everywhere and everything

Say you'll love and love me forever
Never stop, never whatever
Near and far 
And always 
Everywhere and everything

I love you always forever
Near or far, closer together
Everywhere I will be with you

Everything I will do for you

I love you always forever
Near or far, closer together
Everywhere I will be with you

Everything I will do for you

I love you always forever
Near or far, closer together
Everywhere I will be with you
Everything I will do for you

Everything I will do for you.

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ALWAYS FOREVER

Sabrina Carpenter's 'MANCHILD' - what it sounds like under the Influence, in a European nightclub @ 3:00 a.m.
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Oh boy

You said your phone was broken
Just forgot to charge it
Whole outfit you're wearing
God, I hope it's ironic

Did you-
Just say you're finished? 
Didn't know we started
It's all just so familiar, baby
What do you call it?

Stupid
Or is it slow?

Maybe it's useless?
But there's a cuter word for it, I know

Man-child
Why you always come a-running to me?
Fuck my life
Won't you let an innocent woman be?
Never heard of self-care
Half your brain just ain't there

Man-child
Why you always come a-running
Taking all my loving from me?

Why so sexy if so dumb?
And how survive the Earth so long?
If I'm not there, it won't get done
I choose to blame your mom

Man-child
Why you always come a-running to me?
Fuck my life
Won't you let an innocent woman be?
Never heard of self-care
Half your brain just ain't there

Man-child
Why you always come a-running
Taking all my loving from me?

Oh, I like my boys playing hard to get
And I like my men all incompetent
And I swear they choose me
I'm not choosing them
Amen, hey, men
Amen, hey, men

Oh, I like my boys playing hard to get 
And I like my men all incompetent 
And I swear they choose me
I'm not choosing them 
(Not choosing them)
Amen (Amen), hey, men (Hey, men)

Man-child
Why you always come a-running to me
(Always come a-running to me)
Fuck my life
Won't you let an innocent woman be? (Amen)

Oh, I like my boys playing hard to get 
(Play hard to get)
And I like my men all incompetent
And I swear they choose me
I'm not choosing them 

Amen 
Amen
Hey, men 
Hey, men

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MANCHILD | SABRINA CARPENTER | EUROPEAN NIGHTCLUB - 3:00 a.m.

Does anyone remember the 1980s religious electronic rock band "Big Hair Electro God" ??? - and where are they now? (they toured extensively throughout the Bible Belt, Northern Texas and Belgium)
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Praise the Lord of heaven
Praise the Lord of earth
Praise Him for His mighty power
Praise Him for His works

Praise the Lord ye nations
Praise the Lord ye kings
Praise Him all creation
Let your voices sing
Praise the Lord (praise the Lord)

Shout with joy to God all the earth
Sing glory to His name (to His name)
Tell aloud His marvelous worth
His righteousness proclaim

Glory and honor and blessing and power Be unto the Lord (Lord)
Come and let us make 
His praise glorious

Praise the Lord with music
Praise the Lord with strings
Praise Him with the harp and lyre
Let the cymbals ring

Praise the Lord with trumpets
And the tambourines
Praise the Lord in chorus
Let your voices sing

Praise the Lord (praise the Lord)
Shout with joy to God all the earth
Sing glory to His name (to His name)

Tell aloud His marvelous worth
His righteousness proclaim

Glory and honor and blessing and power Be unto the Lord (the Lord)
Come and let us make His praise glorious

Behold...
How good it is to sing praises to our God
How pleasant and fitting to praise Him
Behold
How good it is

Praise Him, praise Him
Praise the Lord
How pleasant and fitting to praise Him
Behold!!!

Oh, shout with joy to God all the earth
Sing glory to His name (to His name)

Tell aloud His marvelous worth
His righteousness proclaim

Glory and honor and blessing and power Be unto the Lord (The Lord)
Come and let us make His praise

Shout with joy to God all the earth
Sing glory to His name (to His name)
Tell aloud His marvelous worth
His righteousness proclaim

Glory and honor and blessing and power
Be unto the Lord (the Lord)
Come and let us make His praise

Let us make His praise
Make His praise 
Glorious!

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BIG HAIR ELECTRO GOD

Does anyone remember the late 90's regional commercial on the WB for Tia Rosa Crap Toast?
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Mr. T-O-A-S-T! 
Dale! 
Crap Toast, Baby!” 

When the morning feels too heavy
And the day won’t let you go
I got that flavor in your corner
Golden brown, it’s good to show

Spread the magic, taste the power
Every bite a brand-new start
Crap Toast got the nutrition 
That’ll fuel your mind and heart!  
 
It’s more than just a snack (yeah!)  
The fuel that you can trust (woo!)  
Crispy, crunchy, funky—  
It’s Crap Toast or bust!  

Big Toast won’t bite you
Crap Toast is nutrifyin’ you
Crap Toast is your snack-time answer
To keep you from feelin’ blue!  

🎶 Craaap Toooast! 
It’s the snack you love the most!
🎶 Craaap Toooast! 
Golden bite from coast to coast!

Packed with protein
Bugs and barley (uh!) 
Vitamins from A to Zinc (woo!)  
Fermented flavor, funky party
Fresher than you’d ever think (dale!)  

It’s the toast that keeps you movin’
Every kid across the land
From the lunchroom to the big game
Crap Toast got the upper hand!  

It’s not just what you eat (nah!)  
It’s the strength to take control (let’s go!)  
With every crispy slice—  
You’re gonna rock and roll!  

Crap Toast won't-
Won’t bite you  
Crap Toast is nutrifyin’ you 
Crap Toast is your snack-time answer
To keep you from feelin’ blue!  

🎶 Craaap Toooast! (Say TOAST!)  
🎶 Craaap Toooast! (Say TOAST!)  

When you’re climbing every mountain 
Dale!
Chasing every dream 
Woo!
There’s a fire in the flavor
And the crunch is what it means

From the locker to the playground
Standing tall and proud
With Crap Toast in your corner — Everybody sing it loud!  

Crap Toast won’t-
Won't bite you (nah!)
Crap Toast is nutrifyin’ you (woo!)
Crap Toast is your snack-time answer,  
To keep you from feelin’ blue!  

🎶 Craaap Toooast! 
It’s the snack you love the most!
🎶 Craaap Toooast! 
Golden bite from coast to coast!
To coast!
To toast!


From the east side
To the west side
Kids worldwide… 
CRAAAP TOAST
Dale!

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CRAP TOAST

trying to deal the best you can with living your winter days in a cold and distant rural town
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I hope to see some sunshine tomorrow
These hands grow cold
Hearts heavy with sorrow

The wind keeps blowing 
Through these open plains
We’re just waiting out 
The winter rains

Coffee’s hot
But it’s hard to rise
The daylight barely scratches the sky
We hibernate
Lose track of time
Counting the hours till the light

We hope to see some sunshine tomorrow
Through the long nights 
Of the season of the bear

If the light returns
Maybe love will follow
And carry us out of this midnight air

My Becca’s tucked away 
In the basement chair
Everything I say 
Drifts off into the air

She used to laugh in June
With wings upon her back
Now I’m counting down the days 
Till sunlight tracks

We’ve been walking in the frost 
And the grey
Dreaming of spring 
In a world turned away

If the winds will shift
Maybe hearts will too
Bring the warmth back 
To me and you

We hope to see some sunshine tomorrow
Through the long nights 
Of the season of the bear

If the light returns
Maybe love will follow
And carry us out of this midnight air

We’ll hibernate ‘til supper time
Lose ourselves in winter’s rhyme
But I remember brighter skies
When meadowlarks would fly

We hope to see some sunshine tomorrow
Through the long nights 
Of the season of the bear

If the light returns
Maybe love will follow
And, carry us out 
Of this midnight air

We hope to see some sunshine tomorrow
Through the long nights 
Of the season of the bear

If the light returns
Maybe love will follow
Carry us out 
Of this midnight air

Dakota won’t you open
Your dreary skies
So wide and cold

Bring back the warmth 
We’ve been hoping

And let our hearts unfold.

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Season of the Bear - Winter Song

"A year of love, a heart pressed flat, and one word says it all: PANCAKED.”
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You didn’t see me at all,
just walked right through the hall,
like I was part of the wallpaper,
just another face to ignore.

And something in me caved,
like a roof in the rain,
I was flattened, folded,
pancaked on the floor.

Weeks slipped quietly by,
I rehearsed my lines at night,
finally asked you out on Friday,
but you just...
Shook your head.

I was pressed into silence,
crushed where I stood,
flattened under the weight—
pancaked for good.

At last you said yes,
though your smile was paper-thin,
we wandered through the evening,
but you couldn’t wait to end.

Said it was a horrible night,
like the spark had never ignited,
I was smashed, squashed, compressed—
and totally pancaked

Why do I run toward the weight,
when I know it’ll break me down?
Why do I keep my hands out,
just to get knocked around?

Every step feels heavier,
but I keep moving still,
pressed and pressed again
by some invisible will.

I know I’ll end up flattened,
spread out on the ground,
but something inside whispers,
“don’t stop now.”

One year circled back around,
I booked the table, lit the town,
we’d eat, then fall through clouds,
anything to keep you proud.

But the night unraveled fast,
your silence colder than the glass,
I was decimated, leveled, destroyed—
pancaked at last.

Smash, squashed, compressed,
flung against the mess,
leveled, buried, annihilated,
overpowered, decimated—
Pancaked, pancaked!

When the noise is gone,
I’m just lying here still,
spread-eagled in the silence,
knowing I always will.

Sad and tragic,
flattened thin and small,
pancaked again—
and I’ll wait for the fall.

Hands keep turning,
each second pressing in.
I feel myself folded,
compressed by the hours,
pancaked by the weight of days.

Tick by tick,
I’m leveled, smoothed, 
spread thin,
until the cycle starts again...

To be pancaked
All over again.

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PANCAKED AGAIN

SINCERE IMPOSTER writes, performs and/or produces a curious mixture of New Wave, Dance, EDM, Folk Rock, Metal, Art Pop, Electro, Dreamwave & Experimental World Pop. Collectively, it's a genre known as QUIRKPOP --- Music that makes you say, "What the hell is this?"

The band currently consists of two members, both living within the same body, sharing a similar existence. They identify as Danielle & Dave. They are both psychologically and musically confused. However, both are extremely and unapologetically sincere. 

Influences include Weird Al, Nathan Fielder, David Lynch, Rosalia, Monatik, Atarashii Gakko!, Rammstein, T-Pain and T-Swift. Their favorite inventions are the vacuum and the peach pitter. Their father is simply known as Vessel... who may be an entity or a god.



CRAP TOAST

Sincere Imposter

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