SUPER F★CKING MEGA ST★R

the dark and twisted relationship of '50s doo-wop couple, Timmy and Sharon, is on full display in their classic and troubling song "Something's Missing"
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LYRICS:
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I woke up this morning
Something's missing

My penis was gone  
sha-na, shoo-bop  
I looked all around  
sha-na-na
Don’t stop  

It used to be attached  
doo-wop, doo-wop  
Now it’s out in the world  
sha-na-na, sha-na-na  

How did this happen?  
shoo-bop, shoo-bop  
Who’s to blame?  
sha-na-na, sha-na-na  

Did you misplace it again?  
Or is it gone for good?  
sha-na-na, sha-na-na  

Detached, Detached
sha-na-na, sha-na-na  

Lost in the city
shoo-bop, shoo-bop  
Walking alone
Looking for it  
sha-na-na
Stranger hands
Stranger faces
doo-wop, doo-wop  
I found it again
I lost it again  

I went to the bar  
sha-na-na, shoo-bop  
Sat down alone  
sha-na-na, don’t stop  

Ordered a drink  
doo-wop, doo-wop  
My penis 
Not in my pants  
sha-na-na, sha-na-na  

Don’t panic, Don’t panic  
shoo-bop, shoo-bop  
It’ll turn up  
sha-na-na, sha-na-na  

Maybe someone borrowed it  
Or it went for a stroll  
sha-na-na, sha-na-na  

Dettached, Detached 
sha-na-na
sha-na-na

I checked the alley  
Behind the trash cans  
I retraced my steps  
Through the neon streets  

My penis
My penis
Lost and found  
sha-na-na-na
doo-wop
shoo-bop

Detached
Sha Na Na
Sha Na Na

Detached, Detached  
sha-na-na, sha-na-na  
Back in my pants  
sha-na-na, sha-na-na  
Relief and horror  
Another day
Another adventure

I hope it stays put…  
Don’t count on it
Detached, Detached
sha-na-na-na
shoo-bop
Ahhh.

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SOMETHING'S MISSING

a jazzy doo-wop pop song by Timmy and Sharon... an on again, off again couple, battling a twisted & destructive relationship
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LYRICS:
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We can’t pretend we’re whole
You cut me deep, I dig your hole
We shatter glass with every fight
But bounce back bleeding every night

You swing your words like blades,  
I wear the scars of games we’ve played
I fall, I break, I bruise, I burn,  
But somehow always still return

Shoo-wop… sha-na-na… 
Hearts don’t break
They snap back

I’ve got my stretchy heart
You tear me down
But I don’t fall apart

You can pull, you can bite,  
But I’ll still come back to fight—  
With my everlasting stretchy heart

Sha-na-na… oo-wah… 
My stretchy heart

I gave you love
You gave me chains
You stitched my laughter to my pain
We break, we bend, we bruise, we heal
But never know what’s truly real

You hide your venom in a kiss
I know the cost, I drink the risk
We bend, we crack, but never rip—  
This curse of mine, in every sip

Shoo-wop… sha-bop… 
Hearts that bend 
But still belong

I’ve got my stretchy heart
You push me down
But I don’t fall apart

You can claw, you can bite
But I’ll still come back to fight—  
With my stretchy heart
 
You can’t destroy me
You can’t contain me
I’ll snap right back
I’ll cut your slack

Together we’re a trap!  
Shoo-wop, sha-na-na
Oo-wah, oo-wah…  
Hearts stretch out but never die

I’ve got my stretchy heart
You burn me down
But I don’t fall apart

You can wound, you can scar
But I’ll still come back to fight—  
With my everlasting stretchy heart

It's elastic thin
And it pulls apart

But never breaks— 
My stretchy heart.

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MY STRETCHY HEART

LYRICS:
I saw you two-step with another smile
Your eyes went wanderin’ all the while
My ticker stuttered, kick-drum pace
Lightning bolts inside my face

’Cause I got a quakey-shakey heart
It trembles like a neon spark
When you go flirtin’ with those men
Oh No

Boom-boom chest arrhythmia
Feels like barnyard dystopia
So I pulled my handy EpiPen
And jabbed it at those other men

Now my heart ain’t so 
Quakey-Shakey
’Cause revenge is takey-takey

All of my big bad pain away
Quakey, shakey, takey, takey

Quakey, shakey, takey, takey

Electric storm and a desert sky
Cowboy shadow with a rock-guitar cry
Love turned wildfire
Bar burnin’ loud
Now I’m stompin’ vengeance proud

’Cause I got a quakey-shakey heart
It trembles like a neon spark
When you go flirtin’ with those men
Oh No

Boom-boom chest arrhythmia
Feels like barnyard dystopia
So I pulled my handy EpiPen
And jabbed it at those other men

Now my heart ain’t so 
Quakey-Shakey
’Cause revenge is takey-takey

All of my big bad pain away
Quakey, shakey, takey, takey

Quakey, shakey, takey, takey

Fiddle on fire with a bassline quake
Guitars scream wild 
While the ground does shake
Trap-beat thunder, barn’s a rave
Country boy’s heart to save

Quakey-shakey, quakey-shakey
Love’s a bomb, can’t underrate me
Take that pain and break away
Dance this heartbreak clean today

Quakey-shakey, quakey-shakey
Lights are flashin’, bodies swayin’
Revenge is sweet, so takey-takey
All my hurtin’ pain away

Boots-
With the fur on the floor
Lights go low
Quakey-shakey 
Heart still steals the show

Y’all can keep your achy-breaky
I’ll take a quakey-shakey 
Any night.

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QUAKEY SHAKEY

fabricated lies for our followers... the truth is we eat chips in the dark when the posts are done
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LYRICS:
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"Best trip ever.
Cocktails in the sun.
Nothing but good vibes."  

But the photo hides 
The fight in the hotel room
Credit cards maxed out
Silence between them

"Lucky to have found my soulmate. 
Wouldn’t trade this love for anything."

But his voice shakes
Her eyes roll
The dinner ended in 
Slammed doors and cold sheets

"Homemade veggie bowl.
Health is wealth.
Clean eating is life!"  

But the fridge is empty
The bills unpaid
She eats chips in the dark 
When the photo’s done

Münchausen, Münchausen
Who are you when the filter ends?  
Münchausen, Münchausen
Who are you without the lies?  

I need ten posts today
Gotta keep my numbers climbing
Every smile rehearsed
Every meal is perfect timing

Subscribers are my oxygen
Attention is the cure
But the more I fake my happiness
The sicker I become for sure

Münchausen, Münchausen
We are the masks that we defend
Münchausen, Münchausen
Who are we when the lights go dim?  

Münchausen, Münchausen
Everyone’s telling stories online
Münchausen, Münchausen
We're all deceivers by design

Münchausen
Münchausen

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Münchausen by Design

Don't worry about me, I am just fine, umm- Real, really, very, mostly good thank you... I think?
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LYRICS:
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Once we watched the same big screen  
Now it’s eight billion tiny dreams  
Don’t worry, be happy  

Every playlist, every show  
You like yours, I’ll never know  
Don’t worry, be happy  

Don’t worry, be happy now  
The signal’s fractured anyhow  
Don’t worry, be happy now  
Just dance inside the melancholy sound  

Sun blows hotter, water swells wide  
Cultural filters, changing the tide  
Don’t worry, be happy  

Charge your phone, forget the rage
This is reality's wonderful cage
Don’t worry, be happy  

Don’t worry, be happy now  
Consequences are higher somehow
Don’t worry, be happy now  
Just dance inside the melancholy sound  

Sunshine on your window sill  
All your dreams are waiting still  
Don’t worry, be happy  

Tomorrow shines, the future’s bright  
Close your eyes, it feels all right  
Don’t worry, be happy… 
I think  

Our king returns with velvet lies  
Falling from our glowing skies  
Don’t worry, be happy  

Marching backwards
Flags half raised  
Smiling while the world’s ablaze  
Don’t worry
Be happy  

Don’t worry, be happy now  
The future’s buried underground  
Don’t worry, be happy now  
Just dance inside the melancholy sound  

Don’t worry, be happy  
Get a diagnosis  

Don’t worry, be happy  
Swallow down the dosage  

Don’t worry, be happy  
Numb it ‘til it’s painless  
Don’t worry, be happy  
Drifting into darkness

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I AM HAPPY I THINK

Counting beats, chasing rituals, controlling the uncontrollable. "Bipolar Controller" is the fight inside your own mind.
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LYRICS:
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Darkened ghosts are moving 
In the shadows of my head  
I’m chasing down the rhythm 
Of the words I never said  

No chemicals
No wires
Just rituals and fire  
Balancing on tightropes 
Strung a thousand meters high

Damn the rain  
That falls down  
Inside my brain  

Wish it could  
Take away  
And cool my pain  

But it won't  
So I cry  
To release  
All these scars  
That I've built  
That won't heal  
They're like scabs  
On my skin  
That won't leave  

They build up  
Till it's time  
For goodbye  
Well unless I ride  

In the train  
That won't stop  
Till I heal  
And it's called-
The Bipolar Controller  

Breathing like a metronome
Counting in the dark  
Every beat a tether line
Every thought a spark  

I dance against the spiral
I bargain with the night  
I’m programming my chaos 
Till the patterns come out [wrong]

That falls down  
Inside my brain  

Wish it could  
Take away  
And cool my pain  

The floor becomes my dose of medicine  
The strobe becomes my fractured guide  
A Saturday repeating like confession  
Keeps the storm a step outside  

The sweat rewrites the script that binds me  
The sound becomes the voice I need  
My body finds a fragile freedom  
In the ritual of routine 

Controller… Controller…  
Hands shake
Mind takes over  

Controller… Controller…  
I won’t drown
I’m the operator  

Switch flips 
Controller in my grip  
Switch flips 
But I still make it stick  

Switch flips 
Controller in my grip  
Switch flips 
But I still make it

BIPOLAR 
CONTROLLER 

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BIPOLAR CONTROLLER

a retro gothic rock interpretation of the 1934 Shirley Temple tune "The Good Ship Lollipop"
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LYRICS:
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I've thrown away my toys
Even my drums and childhood trains
Now I want to make some noise
With real live aeroplanes

Some day I'm going to fly
I'll be a pilot, too
And when I do
How would you like to be 
On my space crew?

On the Good Ship Lollipop
It's a sweet trip to a candy shop
Where little bon-bons play
On the sunny beach 
Of Peppermint Bay

Lemonade stands are everywhere
Crackerjack bands
Fill the air
And there you are
Happy landing on a chocolate bar

See the sugar bowl 
Do the tootsie roll
With the big bad 
Devil's food cake

If you eat too much, ooh-ooh
You'll awake with a tummy ache

On the Good Ship Lollipop
It's a night trip
Into bed you hop
And dream away

On the Good Ship Lollipop
On the Good Ship Lollipop

It's a sweet trip 
To a candy shop
Where cute little bon-bons play
On the sunny beach 
Of Peppermint Bay

Lemonade stands everywhere
Crackerjack bands fill the air
And there you are-
Happy landing 
On a chocolate bar

See the sugar bowl 
Do the tootsie roll
With the big bad devil's food cake
If you eat too much, ooh-ooh
You'll awake with a tummy ache

On the Good Ship Lollipop
It's a night trip
Into bed you hop

And dream away
On The Good Ship Lollipop
On The Good Ship Lollipop

But you'll awake...
With a bad tummy ache

Ohh
On the Good Ship Lollipop
It's a night trip
Into bed you hop
And dream away

On The Good Ship Lollipop
The Good Ship Lollipop 

On the sweet
Cute and little...

Good Ship Lollipop

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GOOD SHIP LOLLIPOP

Girlhood

T.A.N.G.O.

The Unwritten Rule

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.


I AM HAPPY I THINK

Sincere Imposter