LYRICS:
It was a crisp autumn in 1984...
The bustling mall, an oasis of fashion and trends. And in the midst of that neon glow of record shops and vintage boutiques, I saw him – not the heartthrob of now, but a teenage Timothee Chalamet, an apparition from a future unknown.

There he was... browsing through vinyl records in that tiny music shop known for eclectic collections. His slender fingers delicately flipping through the albums, his eyes alive with the curiosity of a young James Dean.

I approached him cautiously, not to disturb his world of melodies. And as he wistfully moved toward the New Wave section, I followed suit, compelled by the inexplicable desire to share a fleeting moment with this unknown icon.

"Excuse me," I said, my voice crackling with surprise and admiration. 
"You seem to have a wonderful eye for music."

Timothee slowly turned, his earnest gaze meeting mine. There was a spark of unexplainable recognition, a flicker of something unspoken in that brief exchange lost to space and song.

"Thank you," he replied with a warm and gentle smile, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "I'm always on the lookout for something new." I paused, then said, "I'm something new. I'm where the past and future are blending into one." He laughed.

We exchanged a few words about our favorite bands, lost in a conversation that danced between now and then... His enthusiasm contagious, his passion for the arts, palpable... Even back when it was 1984.

Finally, we parted ways, and he disappeared into a sea of vintage clothing, with his lean silhouette melding into the tapestry of '80s fashion... And I couldn't help but wonder about the path that lay ahead for this unassuming boy, who was not yet born, and somehow existed way back in 1984.
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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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I Met Timothee Chalamet in 1984

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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Sweet Dreaming Swift

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:
I hope to see some sunshine tomorrow
These hands grow cold
Warm hearts dipped in sorrow

Dakota won't you open
Your dreary days, so windy
Bring out those flickertail
And let us all damn be...
So happy in your shelter belt
Bring Dakota back to me

Been hard for us to
Wake up this December
The coffee pot is brewing hot
But-it's-hard-for-us, remember'n

The Happy Days
Of springtime here
When meadowlarks
Fly free

Just call us when it's supper time
We'll hibernate
Like grizzly bears
And waste these months away
Waste these months away

My Becca's got the worst of it
She's curled in the basement chair
And everything I say to her
Seems to drift her far away

We hope to see some sunshine tomorrow
Our hands grow cold
Warm hearts dipped in sorrow

Dakota won't you open
Your dreary days, so windy
Bring out those flickertail
And let my Becca be...

The girl that I remember
Who made fairy wings
Like butterflies
And had no cares, in the world
Freely spread her love on me

But that was back in June
So I hope it gets here soon
Rebecca loves the month of June
So hope it gets here soon

We hope to see some sunshine tomorrow
These hands grow cold
Warm hearts dipped in sorrow

Dakota won't you open
Your dreary days, so windy

Bring out those flickertail
...and let us all damn be

Season of the Bear

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

Toxic Addiction (No Good For Me)

You Were Trouble

LYRICS:
I found myself waking up last night
At 3:00am, in a stone cold wind
And I saw you there, saw you there
Even though I don't believe

I felt my body surrendering
To a warm embrace
Soft misty grace
Then I saw your face I know
That I saw your face
In the afterglow

My guardian reflection
Watching time stand still
A still-life image
We were mirroring
But how can you be real?
When you're so very far away

Found myself in the middle of the night
Watching me
In the afterglow, the afterlife
Seeing how to behave
In a whole new way in darkness

Beyond belief imagining
When faith dangles on this skeptic's wing
I thought I'd be so alone
But we may be alright
In the afterlife

Found myself in the middle of the night
Watching me
Seeing how to behave
In a whole new way
Still not sure I believe

In that still-life image I found myself
I was watching me
When the clock struck three
And god, I am okay
Even though you seem so far away

Maybe now you'll believe in me
Maybe finally I believe honestly
In the sweet hereafter
The afterglow
It's time to let us go

In the Afterglow

LYRICS:
I was left to my own devices
Many days fell away with nothing to show

And the walls kept tumbling down
In the city that we love
Grey clouds roll over the hills
Bringing darkness from above

But if you close your eyes
Does it almost feel like nothing changed at all?
If you close your eyes
Does it almost feel like you've been here before?

How am I gonna be an optimist about this?
How am I gonna be an optimist about this?

We were caught up and lost in all of our vices
In your pose as the dust settled all around us

And the walls kept tumbling down
In the city that we love
Grey clouds roll over the hills
Bringing darkness from above

But if you close your eyes
Does it almost feel like nothing changed at all?
If you close your eyes
Does it almost feel like you've been here before?

How am I gonna be an optimist about this?
How am I gonna be an optimist about this?

Oh where do we begin?
The rubble or our sins?
Where do we begin?
The rubble or our sins?

And the walls kept tumbling down
In the city that we love
Grey clouds roll over the hills
Bringing darkness from above

But if you close your eyes
Does it almost feel like nothing changed at all?
If you close your eyes
Does it almost feel like you've been here before?

How am I gonna be an optimist about this?
How am I gonna be an optimist about this?

Where do we begin?
The rubble or our sins?
Where do we begin?
The rubble or our sins?

Stones of Pompeii

LYRICS:
I don't know where we're heading
But I know we'll get there soon
Someday
Some day soon

We'll settle down
To buy an old home
On a beach, in the south of France
Or, on an island
Have a kid or two 
And settle down

We'll eat some cake
And drink some wine
As our children sing a song
A'bout their mom and dad
Who moved to town
But speak no French
Yet always are together

They're together

Now and then I see these things
In a vision quite so clear
It's hazy but it's possible
That I'll get out of here

I'll make my move
Run away
Create something unique

Like eating cake and drinking wine
On an island near a beach
Somewhere far
Away from here

There were tough times
Mom and Dad went through
Just to get right here
To be with you

With you

I don't know where we're heading
But I know we'll get there soon

We'll settle down
To buy an old home
On a beach, in the south of France
Or, on an island
Have a kid or two
And settle down

maybe someday soon

LYRICS:
I have to block out thoughts of you
So I don't lose my head
They're crawlin' like a cockroach
Leaving babies in my bed

Dropping little reels of tape
To remind me I'm alone
Playing movies in my head
That make a porno feel like home

There's a burning in my pride
A nervous bleeding in my brain
An ounce of peace is all I want for you
Will you never call again

Will you never say that you loved me
Just to put it in my face
Will you never try to reach me
To reach me

Hate me today
Hate me tomorrow
Hate me so you can finally
See what's good for you

I'm sober now for three whole months
It's one accomplishment you helped me with
The one thing that always tore us apart
Is the one I won't touch again

In a sick way I want to thank you
For holding my head up late at night
While I was busy waging war on myself
You were trying to stop the fight

You never doubted my warped opinion
On things like suicidal hate
You made me compliment myself
When it was way too hard to take

So I'll drive so fucking far away
That I'd never cross your mind
And do whatever it takes
Whatever it takes

Hate me today
Hate me tomorrow
Hate me for all the things I didn't do for you

Hate me in ways
Yeah, ways hard to swallow
Hate me so you can finally
See what's good for you

And with a sad heart, I say bye and wave
I'm kicking shadows on the street
For every mistake that I had made

Like a baby boy
I never was a man
Until I saw your blue eyes cry
And I held your face on in my hand

And I found I'm yelling
"Make it go away!"
Just make a smile come back
And let it shine just like it used to be
And she whispered
"How can you do this to me?"

Hate me today
Hate me tomorrow
Hate me for all the things I didn't do for you

Hate me in ways
Yeah, ways hard to swallow
Hate me so you can finally
See what's good for you
For you
For you
For you

Kicking Shadows

LYRICS:
With a smile of gold
She walks by the window
And time begins to fade

There's a spark of magic
That's in her eyes
It frees me from the haze

I see that heaven
Just opened the skies
And poured down some sunshine
To catch all of her rays
And it never may happen again
Again

Quite like this
Quite like this

We were barely fifteen
Behind a school in Brooklyn
What we did not know then
Were our eyes watched from the future

All aware, were we
That this fleeting flash of light
Was the pinnacle
Of everything true
And we knew

That it never may happen again
Again
Quite like this
Quite like this

With a smile of gold
She walked by the window
And time begins to fade

There's a spark of magic
That's in her eyes
It frees me from the haze

I see that heaven
Just opened the skies
And poured down some sunshine
To catch all of her rays
And it never may happen again
Again

Quite like this
Quite like this
Like this.

Quite Like This

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.

In the Afterglow

Sincere Imposter

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