Siren Sisters, the dynamic pop trio composed of sisters Lyra, Melody, and Harmony Siren, is making a highly anticipated return after a 12-year hiatus. Their comeback was marked by the release of their very first single, "Pull Me In, Breathe Me Out", a precious moment for fans of lead singer, Lyra and her brilliant and most beautiful sisters.

"Go On, Move Along" has our favorite queens  at the top of their game. Let's embrace these fabulous and talented lady sisters and welcome them back to their magical glory.

영원히 살아라, 세이렌 자매 
Yeong-wonhi sarara, seiren jamae

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NOTE: SIREN SISTERS first released their song "GOLDEN" back in 2012, one year before their messy breakup. 13 years later, their song suddenly appeared in Netflix, "K-Pop Demon Hunters". The girls were shocked to hear their old song on television, but ultimately it inspired them to get back into the music game. 
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GO ON, MOVE ALONG

TRIPLE ICE is a fierce, all-female K-pop trio turning up the temperature on hyper-pop and EDM. Known for their electrifying dance performances and signature mashups of songs featuring the word “ice,” they mix playful coolness with blistering energy.
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LYRICS:
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Snow cone, chilly
Get it free like Willy
In the jeans like Billie
You be poppin' like a wheelie

Even in the sun
You know I keep it icy
You could take a lick
But it's too cold to bite me

​Yo VIP, let's kick it
Ice, ice baby

​Alright stop, collaborate and listen
Ice is back with my brand new invention
Something grabs a hold of me tightly
Flow like a harpoon daily and nightly

Will it ever stop?
Yo, I don't know
Turn off the lights
And I'll glow
​To the extreme
I rock a mic like a vandal
Light up a stage 
And wax a chump like a candle

Dance, go rush to the speaker that booms
I'm killing your brain 
Like a poisonous mushroom

​Deadly
When I play a dope melody
Anything less than the best is a felony

Love it or leave it, you better gangway
You better hit bull's eye, the kid don't play
If there was a problem, yo, I'll solve it
Check out the hook while my DJ revolves it

​You're as cold as ice
You're willing to sacrifice our love
​You never take advice
Someday you'll pay the price, I know

​I've seen it before
It happens all the time
You're closing the door
You leave the world behind
You're digging for gold
You're throwing away
A fortune in feelings
But someday you'll pay

​You're as cold as ice
You're willing to sacrifice our love
​You want paradise
But someday you'll pay the price, I know

Look so good, yeah, look so sweet
Looking good enough to eat
Coldest with the kiss
So he call me ice cream
Catch me in the fridge 
Right where the ice be

Look so good, yeah, look so sweet
Baby, you deserve a treat
Diamonds on my wrist 
So he call me ice cream
You could double dip 
Cuz I know you like me

Ice cream, chillin', chillin'
Ice cream, chillin'
Ice cream, chillin', chillin'
Ice cream, chillin'

Yo, now that the party is jumping
With the bass kicked in
And the Vegas are pumping

Quick to the point, to the point, no faking
Cooking MCs like a pound of bacon

Burning them
If you ain't quick and nimble
I go crazy when I hear a cymbal
And a hat with a souped up tempo
I'm on a roll
It's time to go solo

Rollin' in my 5.0
With my rag-top down 
So my hair can blow
The girlies on standby
Wavin' just to say "Hi"
"Did you stop?" 
No, I just drove by

Kept on, pursuing to the next stop
I busted a left
And I'm heading to the next block
The block was dead, yo
So I continued to A1A 
Beachfront Avenue

Girls were hot wearing less than bikinis
Rockman lovers driving Lamborghinis
Jealous 'cause I'm out getting mine
Shay with a gauge
And Vanilla with a nine

Ready for the chumps on the wall
The chumps acting ill 
Because they're full of eight ball
Gunshots rang out like a bell
I grabbed my nine
All I heard were shells

Falling on the concrete real fast
Jumped in my car
Slammed on the gas
Bumper to bumper
The avenue's packed
I'm trying to get away 
Before the jackers jack

Police on the scene
You know what I mean
They passed me up
Confronted all the dope fiends
If there was a problem, yo, I'll solve it
Check out the hook while my DJ revolves it

​You're as cold as ice
You're willing to sacrifice our love
​You want paradise
But someday you'll pay the price, I know

​I've seen it before
It happens all the time
You're closing the door
You leave the world behind
You're digging for gold
You're throwing away
A fortune in feelings
But someday you'll pay

As cold as ice
As cold as ice 
As cold as ice 
​Cold as ice to me

You're as cold as ice 
You're as cold as ice 
You're as cold as ice

Ice, Ice baby

Na, na-na, na-na
Na, na-na, na-na

Ice on my wrist
Yeah, I like it like this
And I'm nice with the cream
If you know what I mean

Ice cream, ice cream, ice cream

Ice! Cold!

Cold as ice...
ICY

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TRIPLE ICE | 'ICE COLD'

KidZ BOP 1984 – “RELAX” 
(Frankie Goes to Hollywood)
In one of the strangest entries in the KidZ BOP library, “RELAX” stands as the holy grail of lost children’s pop. Supposedly recorded in late 1984 — years before KidZ BOP formally existed — this “prototype” version was an earnest attempt to make cutting-edge New Wave fun and family-friendly. Producers reportedly stripped out “the weird adult stuff,” then added a Motown children’s choir...
But history was not ready. Even without the risqué subtext, parents of the Reagan era were deeply confused by 12-year-olds chanting “Relax, don’t do it!” over throbbing synths and questionable lyrics. The track was shelved indefinitely. Only in recent years has a master cassette resurfaced, reigniting debate about whether this was an innocent sing-along gone wrong — or the most hilariously misguided pop cover in children’s music history.
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LYRICS:
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Hey
Ho
Oh, Woah...
Yeah

Now!

Relax don't do it
When you want to go to it
Relax don't do it
When you want to come

Relax don't do it
When you want to - hah
When you want to come

Relax don't do it
When you want to to go to it
Relax don't do it
When you want to come

Relax don't do it
When you want to suck to it
Relax don't do it
When you want to come

Come-oh 

But shoot it in the right direction
Make making it your intention

Ooh yeah

Live those dreams
Scheme those schemes
Got to hit me
Hit me
Hit me with those laser beams

I'm coming
I'm coming

Yeah
Yeah

Relax don't do it
When you want to go to it
Relax don't do it
When you want to come

Relax don't do it
When you want to suck to it
Relax don't do it 
When you want to come
When you want to come

When you want to come

Come
Huh

Get it up!

The scene of love
Oh feel it

Relax
High
Higher

Higher
Higher

Hey-
Hey

Pray
Oh, pray!

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MISGUIDED KidZ BOP | 'RELAX' | 1984 | ORIGINAL RECORDING

When the lights go out, the toy box comes alive! “Soldier Boy" cranks, crunks, marches, scoops, then grooves his way through the playroom — a dance-floor salute to friendship, imagination, and after-hours adventure... another buried KIDZ BOP project.
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LYRICS:
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You!
Soldier Boy, I tell 'em...
  
Hey, I got a new dance for you all 
Called the Soldier Boy  

Soldier Boy

You!  
You gotta march
Then spin back three times 
From left to right  
Ah, yeah!  

Soldier Boy off in this place  
Watch me crank it  
Watch me roll  

Watch me crank that Soldier Boy  
Then superhero pose  
Now watch me, you crank that Soldier Boy  
Now watch me, you crank that Soldier Boy  
Now watch me, you crank that Soldier Boy   

Soldier Boy off in this toy room  
Watch me lean and watch me rock  
Superhero pose  
Then watch me crank that Robo-Bot  
Super fresh, now watch me hop  
Cheering on my soldier friends  
When I do that Soldier Boy  
I lean to the left and crank that thing  

Now you!  
I’m cheering for my best friends  
And if we get to playing  
Then we’re teaming up again  

You’ll catch me at the playground party  
Yes, I dance it every day  
Friends are smiling big because  
We’ve all got fun today!  

Soldier Boy off in this toy room
Watch me crank it  
Watch me roll  
Watch me crank that Soldier Boy  
Then superhero pose  

Now watch me, you crank that Soldier Boy  
Now watch me, you crank that Soldier Boy  
Now watch me, you crank that Soldier Boy  

I’m bouncing on my toes  
Watch me super spin and glow  
I’m gonna pass it to my crew  
Then they’re gonna crank it too  

Everybody wanna join in  
Soldier Boy, I’m the man  
They be looking at my hat  
Saying “That’s the marching band, man!”  

Watch me do it
Watch me do it  
Dance, dance  

Let’s get to it, let’s get to it  
Dance, dance
Nope, you can’t do it like me  
Nope, so don’t do it like me  

Friends, I see you tryna do it like me  
Man, that move looks funny

No, soldier boi!

Soldier Boy off in this toy room  
Watch me crank it  
Watch me roll  
Watch me crank that Soldier Boy  
Then superhero pose  
Now watch me, you crank that Soldier Boy  
Now watch me, you crank that Soldier Boy  
Now watch me, you crank that Soldier Boy

Soldier Boy off in this toy-
Watch me crank it  
Watch me roll  

Watch me crank that Robo-Boy  
Now super spin that roll
Now watch me, you crank that Soldier Boy  
Now watch me
You crank that Soldier Boy  

I’m too fresh off in this toy room  
Watch me crank it  
Watch me roll  
Watch me crank that Roosevelt  

And super spin that globe.

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MISGUIDED KIDZ BOP | 'CRANK THAT SOLDIER BOY' | SOULJA BOY COVER

KIDZ BOP – 'Two Sticks in a Box' (2009)
Intended as a wholesome ode to imagination and DIY playtime, this lost track saw KIDZ BOP rework The Lonely Island’s notorious sketch song "Dick in a Box" into a cheerful sing-along about finding “two sticks in a box” in the backyard. Despite its upbeat tone and hand-clap chorus, parents quickly realized what it was parodying — and the song was swiftly buried under a mountain of "creative oversight” memos... It remains one of the most baffling KIDZ BOP selections ever recorded.
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LYRICS:
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Hey, girlfriend 
I got somethin' real important to give you
So just sit down and listen

Girl, you know we been together
Such a long, long time 
Such a long time
And now I'm ready 
To lay it on the line
The line

Well, you know it's Christmas
And my heart is open wide 
Open wide-
Gonna give you something 
So you know what's on my mind 
What's on my mind

A gift real special
So take off the top
Take a look inside
It's two sticks in a box 
They're in a box

Not gonna get you a diamond ring
That sort of gift don't mean anything
Not gonna get you a fancy car
Girl, you gotta know you're my shining star

Not gonna get you a house in the hills
A girl like you needs somethin' real
Wanna get you somethin' from the heart
Something special, girl

It's two sticks in a box
My two sticks in a box
It's two sticks in a box
Ooh, two sticks in a box, girl

See, I'm wise enough 
To know when a gift needs giving (yeah)
And I got just the one
Somethin' to show you 
That you are second to none 

To all the fellas out there 
With ladies to impress
It's easy to do
Just follow these steps

One, cut a hole in a box
Two, put your wood stick in that box
Three, make her open the box...

And that's the way you do it

It's my two sticks in a box
My two sticks in a box, babe
It's two sticks in a box
Ooh, my two sticks in a box, girl

Christmas, two sticks in a box
Hanukkah, two sticks in a box
Kwanzaa, meet two sticks in a box
Every single holiday

Two sticks in a box
Over at your parent's house
Two sticks in a box
Midday at the grocery store
Two sticks in a box
Backstage at the Kid Choice Awards
Two sticks in a box

Yeah, well, well, well, well
Well, well, well, well
My two sticks in a box

My two sticks in a box 

My two tiny wood sticks
In a box

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MISGUIDED KIDZ BOP | 'TWO STICKS IN A BOX' | DICK IN A BOX (LONELY ISLAND COVER)

A haunted sailor returns from centuries of war to find a new kind of storm — a world of rhythm and rage that mirrors the chaos in his mind. SLIPKNOT PIRATE is less a man than a state of being: the moment when trauma meets noise, when the ocean inside you finally answers back.
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LYRICS:
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Black tide, cold steel
I crawl from the grave

Salt on my tongue
Still hearing the waves  

The sea is a scar 
I can’t erase
But the air ashore has the same old taste 

Engines roar like cannon fire
Iron birds scream through the sky
I smell blood in this new choir 
And the noise don’t lie
The noise don’t lie  

I was forged by storm and steel
Now I bleed through distortion
Raise the flag of feedback high 

Slipknot Pirate
Born to die

The waves still crash inside my head
But the noise brings life 
To the dead

Crowds like a tide, they don’t see my scars  
Rust on my coat, rope burns in my arms 
A radio screams from a truck nearby 
And the world ignites 
I’m alive, I’m alive 

Drums like thunder from below
Voices rage in undertow
I drop my blade
I take the vow
My ship is gone 
My faith is sound

I was forged by storm and steel
Now I bleed through distortion
Raise the flag of feedback high 

Slipknot Pirate
Born to die

The sea still claws beneath my skin
But the noise drags me back again

“Captain… come home…”  
Your cannons are rust
Your flags are torn
Your ocean’s gone
But I was reborn

Storms obey the downbeat 
Now my curse is rhythm 
My oath is sound

Sails of feedback, ropes of flame
Every raindrop knows my name
I trade my ship for a wall of noise
And drown in the joy 
I never had

Slipknot Pirate 
Cutlass of sound
Captain of chaos
Unbound

The sea is over...

The storm remains

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SLIPKNOT PIRATE

Global K-pop sensation TRIPLE ICE returns with their most explosive track yet — “FIVE HOLES” 
A high-voltage dance anthem about the five senses of love, the song bursts with bright synths, hyper girlfriend energy, and that TRIPLE ICE signature mix of chaos and charm. Catchy, confident, and just a little bit philosophical, “FIVE HOLES” celebrates being open to connection, emotion, and total euphoria.
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LYRICS:
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Five holes in my heart
I can feel you flow
Every beat
Every breath
Let the feeling go

Oh baby-
Touch my soul
Through the holes

Through the holes!  

I listen with my ears
Your love goes in 
Whisper like a storm
I can’t begin

Through my nose
I breathe you in so sweet
You smell like forever 
In the city heat

Mouth open wide
I call your name
Taste the sugar
Love’s a flame

I got five doors 
Open for your light
Come inside my love tonight

Five holes! Five holes!
Fill me up
Fill me up
Fill me whole

From my head to my soul
You make the five holes glow

Five holes! Five holes!  
Don’t stop, don’t let go
You are my air control —  
You make my five holes glow

When I feel your rhythm 
Down below
I can’t explain
But my body know
Love goes deep
From the back to the start
Every hole is a door to my heart

Touch me where the world begins
Inside out
The love comes in

You’re the flow 
That makes me feel alive 
Baby-
Enter through all five

Five holes! Five holes!  
Fill me up, fill me whole
From my head to my soul
You make the five holes glow

Five holes! Five holes!  
Electric overflow
You are my heart console —  
You make my five holes glow

One for hear you
Two for smell you
Three for kiss you
Four and five-
I feel you

Oh baby
You go inside… 

My Life

Five holes! (Let’s go!)  
Five holes! (Let it show!)  
Every feeling overflow 
You make my five holes glow
You make me whole

In my body
In my body
In my soul 

Five holes of love...

Let’s Go!  

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TRIPLE ICE | 'FIVE HOLES'

South Korea is one of the world’s most developed nations, yet nearly half of its seniors live in poverty. By reimagining Coolio’s “Gangsta’s Paradise” through this lens, F L A V O R B O M B turns a 1990s hip-hop lament into a shimmery electropop reflection on aging, dignity, and survival in modern Korea.
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LYRICS:
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Sautu Keo-ri-a neun  
Ka-jang bal-dal-han han guk jung hana-eseo  
No-in pi-pin nyul-i je-il nop-seum-ni-da  

Yook-ship-o se i-sang-ui no-in jung Ban-jeom-i ga-kka-un boo-bun-i  
pi-pin-sang-hwang-e seo sal-go iss-seum-ni-da

As I walk through the valley 
Of the shadow of death
I take a look at my life 
And realize there's nothin' left
'Cause I've been blastin' 
And laughin' so long 
That even my momma thinks 
That my mind is gone

But I ain't never crossed a man 
That didn't deserve it
Me be treated like a punk
You know that's unheard of

You better watch how you talkin' 
And where you walkin'
Or you and your homies 
Might be lined in chalk

I really hate to trip
But I gotta lo'c
As they croak
I see myself in the pistol smoke

Fool, I'm the kinda G
The little homies wanna be 
Like on my knees in the night
Sayin' prayers in the streetlight

Been spendin' most their lives
Livin' in a gangster's paradise
Been spendin' most their lives
Livin' in a gangster's paradise

Keep spendin' most our lives
Livin' in a gangster's paradise
Keep spendin' most our lives
Livin' in a gangster's paradise

Look at the situation 
They got me facing
I can't live a normal life
I was raised by the street
So I gotta be down 
With the hood team
Too much television watchin'
Got me chasing dreams

I'm a educated fool 
With money on my mind
Got my ten in my hand 
And a gleam in my eye
I'm a loc'd out gangster
Set trippin' banger
And my homies is down
So don't arouse my anger

Fool-
Death ain't nothin' 
But a heart beat away
I'm livin' life do or die
What can I say?
I'm 23 now 
But will I live to see 24?
The way things is going...
I don't know

Tell me why are we so blind to see
That the ones we hurt are you and me?

Been spendin' most their lives
Livin' in a gangster's paradise
Been spendin' most their lives
Livin' in a gangster's paradise

Keep spendin' most our lives
Livin' in a gangster's paradise
Keep spendin' most our lives
Livin' in a gangster's paradise

Power and the money
Money and the power
Minute after minute
Hour after hour
Everybody's runnin'
But half of them ain't lookin'
It's going on in the kitchen
But I don't know what's cookin'

They say-
I gotta learn
But nobody's here to teach me
If they can't understand it
How can they reach me?
I guess they can't
I guess they won't
I guess they front
That's why I know 
My life is out of luck
Fool

Been spendin' most their lives
Livin' in a gangster's paradise
Been spendin' most their lives
Livin' in a gangster's paradise

Keep spendin' most our lives
Livin' in a gangster's paradise
Keep spendin' most our lives
Livin' in a gangster's paradise

Tell me why are we so blind to see
That the ones we hurt 
Are you and me?

Tell me why are we so blind to see
That the ones we hurt 
Are you and me?

In a gangsta's paradise...

Livin' in a gangsta's paradise

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FLAVORBOMB | 'PARADISE'

For the first time in Junior Eurovision history, the world’s smallest state is sending its biggest dreamer... 11-year-old Luca Bellini will represent Vatican City at JESC 2025 with the playful anthem “BECOME A POPE"
Brimming with happy beats, humor, and innocence, Luca’s song tells the story of one boy’s sincere and ambitious quest to follow the path to the papacy.
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LYRICS:
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Ciao! 
My name is Luca Bellini
I'm eleven years old…
And I have a really
Really big dream

It’s not to be a rock star or astronaut—
I wanna… 
Become a pope!

Okay, so first… 
I have to be a priest?

Wait—
What’s a seminary?

When I was five I wanted to fly
Then I was six, I wanted to try
Being a doctor, or maybe the pope
Now I’m eleven, I’ve figured my hope

Gotta learn Latin, wear a big hat
Pray every morning, can you imagine that?
I’ll help the people, wave from the dome
I’ll live in Rome… 
With a holy phone

I wanna become a pope
With the ring and the robe and the hope
Climb every step from altar to throne
Oh! I’ll never be alone

I wanna become a pope
Blessing the world like a telescope
One little boy with a giant dream
Believe in faith and mint ice cream

I’ll study hard, theology too
History, mystery — Catholic view
Confession lines and Sunday Mass
I’ll practice patience in every class

Bishops and cardinals, they’ll all agree
“This kid’s got spirit, and humility”
Then the bells will ring, and pigeons fly
Habemus me, oh my!

I wanna become a pope
With the ring and the robe and the hope
Even if it takes a million years
I’ll wash the world’s tears

I wanna become a pope
Faith in my heart
And a horoscope
Wait—no! 
I mean catechism
I’ll fix my own lyricism

Maybe I’ll grow up
Maybe I’ll change
But faith and kindness 
Stay the same

I don’t need crowns or marble floors
Just open hearts and open doors

I’m gonna become a pope
With the light and the love and the hope
From Sunday school to heaven’s gate
I’ll keep the world awake

I’m gonna become a pope
Even if I still need parental scope
I’ll dream so big
The angels grin

Let holiness begin

Do I get to keep... 
The Hat?

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BECOME A POPE | JUNIOR EUROVISION 2025 | VATICAN CITY | LUCA BELLINI

This song is an interpretation of “Shake the Dust,” the powerful spoken-word poem by Anis Mojgani. It’s a letter to the overlooked — the tired, the shy, the broken, the dreamers... Each line is a reminder that a hand can reach out to every corner of forgotten humanity.
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LYRICS:
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This one is for the fat girls
This one is for the little brothers
This is for the schoolyard wimps 
And for the childhood bullies 
That tormented them

For the former prom queen 
And for the milk crate ballplayers

For the nighttime cereal eaters 
And for the retired elderly Wal-Mart 
Store front door greeters...

Shake the Dust

This is for the benches 
And the people sitting upon them
For the bus drivers driving 
A million broken hymns

For the men who have to hold down 
Three jobs simply to hold up their children

For the night schoolers 
And for the midnight bike riders 
Trying to fly...

Shake the Dust

For the 2-year-olds 
Who cannot be understood 
Because they speak half-English 
And half-God...

Shake the Dust

For the boys 
With the beautiful sisters...

Shake the Dust

For the girls 
With the brothers 
Who are going crazy

For those gym class wallflowers
For the 12-year-olds 
Afraid of taking public showers

For the kid who’s always late 
To class because he forgets 
The combination to his lockers

For the girl 
Who loves 
Somebody else...

Shake the Dust

This is for the hard men who want love 
But know that it won’t come
The ones the amendments 
Do not stand up for

For the ones who are forgotten

For the ones who are told to speak 
Only when you are spoken to 
And then are never spoken to
Speak every time you stand
So you do not forget yourself
Do not let a moment go by 
That doesn’t remind you 
That your heart beats 
A hundred thousand times a day

And that there are enough 
Gallons of blood 
To make every one of us oceans

Do not settle 
For letting these waves settle
And for the dust 

To collect in your veins

This is for the celibate pedophile 
Who keeps on struggling
For the poetry teachers 
And for the people 
Who go on vacations alone
For the sweat that drips off of 
Mick Jagger’s singing lips
For the shaking skirt 
On Tina Turner’s shaking hips
For the heavens and for the hells 
Through which Tina has lived

This is for the tired 
And for the dreamers
For the families 
That will never be like the Cleavers
With perfectly made dinners 
And sons like Wally and the Beaver

This is for the bigots
For the sexist
For the killers
For the big house 
Jail-sentenced cats 
Becoming redeemers
And for the springtime 
That always seems to know 
To show up after every single winter

This is for you

This is for you

Make sure that by the time 
The fisherman returns 
You are gone

Because just like the days
I burn at both ends 
And every time I write
Every time I open my eyes
I am cutting out parts of myself 
Just to give them to you

So shake the dust
And take me with you when you do

For none of this has ever been for me
All that pushes and pulls
And pushes and pulls
It pushes for you

So grab this world by its clothespins
And shake it out again and again
And hop on top and take it for a spin
And when you hop off
Shake it again

For this is yours

Make these words worth it
Make this not just 
Another poem that I write
Not just another poem 
Like just another night
That sits heavy above us all
Walk into it
Breath it in
Let it crash 
Though the halls of your arms
Like the millions of years 
Of millions of poets 
Coursing like blood
Pumping and pushing
Making you live
Shaking the dust

So when the world knocks 
At your front door
Clutch the knob tightly 
And open on up
And run forward 
Into its widespread open arms
With your hands in front of you

Fingertips trembling 
Though they may be
May be

May be...
May be...
Maybe
Maybe
Maybe

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SHAKE THE DUST

LYRICS:
We built towers 
Out of static and dreams 
Whispered to the stars 
Through glass machines

But somewhere in the code and the wires  
We forgot that silence also sings

There’s a pulse in the smallest hand
A story in the grain of sand
We reach for gods we can’t define
But the sacred’s been here the whole time

Everything that breathes 
Is asking you to listen
Every wound that bleeds 
Is part of what’s been written

You don’t have to own the world 
To see it glisten
Just be kind — 
That’s the only algorithm

We trade our hearts for fleeting fame
But none of us escape the flame
If you can love and still not claim
Then you are wiser than your name

Look up — 
Even the night forgives
Look down — 
Even the stone still gives
You are not lost
You are becoming

A fragment of the world remembering

Everything that breathes 
Is asking you to listen
Every wound that bleeds 
Is part of what’s been written

You don’t have to own the world 
To see it glisten
Just be kind — 
That’s the only algorithm

And when your signal fades someday
Leave light behind 
The quiet way

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SILENT EDEN

SINCERE IMPOSTER is an intimate collection of artists who write, perform and/or produce 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 tries to push the creative limits of traditional pop.

SINCERE IMPOSTER is curated by two musicians, 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. Danielle & Dave's favorite inventions are the vacuum and the peach pitter. Their father is simply known as Vessel... who may be an entity or a god.



GO ON, MOVE ALONG

Sincere Imposter