the rhythm stays comfortable, something [B E A T O R G A N I C] noticed — steady flow throughout.

"Miracle" is a high-octane Pop-Rock anthem built on driving drum beats and prominent electric guitar riffs. With a major key melody and a fast tempo, this track is pure adrenaline.

Featuring a clear, energetic mix and a raspy female vocal performance, it balances rhythmic riffs with spacious melodic fills. It’s a direct, uplifting rocker that feels like winning the lottery and landing on your feet at the same time.

[Verse 1]
I could move a mountain with my hands tied behind my back
And I could make the sun shine with the rain coming down like that
You could say it don't make sense
You could call it happenstance
But the fact I'm standing here makes it all too clear

[Chorus]
It's a miracle
Miracle
One in a million chance
Somebody must have had a plan, must have had a hand in it all
Miracle
Miracle
You're the kind of dream that can't come true
But somehow you do
You're a miracle

[Verse 2]
I could get my history and learn to act my age
I could make my mama proud, change my life around
I could fall from the sky and land on my feet
Win the lottery
And that's nothing compared to what you are to me

[Chorus]
You're a miracle
Miracle
One in a million chance
Somebody must have had a plan, must have had a hand in it all
Miracle
Miracle
You're the kind of dream that can't come true
But somehow you do
You're a miracle

[Bridge]
It's not a dream
It's not a lie
I don't even have to try

[Chorus]
It's a miracle
Miracle
One in a million chance
Somebody must have had a plan, must have had a hand in it all
Miracle
Miracle
You're the kind of dream that can't come true
But somehow you do
You're a miracle

This is a song about defying the odds. Whether it's moving mountains with hands tied or making the sun shine in the rain, "Miracle" celebrates that one-in-a-million connection that defies logic. It’s an anthemic declaration that love is the only luck you need.

Conduit - Miracle

A song about Love, dedicated to the real Ellie-Elle. 

Spirit Noise - Foo Fighters - Razor (Cover)

Phoenix

Prescription Paradise

When it all goes wrong

Rooted in classic country storytelling, BIG FAT SUGAR DONUT takes us on an absurdly charming journey of misguided romantic logic.
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LYRICS:
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I saw her sittin’ at the bar  
Boots swingin’ sorta slow  

Laughin’ like she owned the place  
Like she already knew my show  

I knew right then I wasn’t ready  
Didn’t have a prayer, maybe  
But I got paid last Friday night  
And that got me thinkin’, baby

I wanna buy 
Buy my baby  
Wanna buy, buy my baby  
Gonna buy, buy, buy my baby  
A big fat sugar donut  

Gonna slip it on her finger  
Gonna catch her when I bring her  
That big white sugar sparkle  
I know it’s gonna win her

I waited three more nights on payday  
Watched her from the corner booth  

Told myself she liked the waiting  
Girls like mystery-
That’s the truth  
I picked out somethin’ big and shiny  
White as sugar, hard to miss  
Figured love’s a lot like timing  
And I think I finally nailed this

I wanna buy 
Buy my baby  
Wanna buy, buy my baby  
Gonna buy, buy, buy my baby  
A big fat sugar donut  

Gonna slip it on her finger  
Gonna catch her when I bring her  
That big white sugar sparkle  
I know it’s gonna win her

Went back in there that Sunday evenin’  
Same bar, same corner light  
Slid that box across the table  
Like I’d practiced it all night  

She looked down at all that sugar  
Didn’t smile, didn’t blink  
Said, “That’s real sweet-but no thank you”  
I just nodded, had a drink

I wanna buy 
Buy my baby  
Wanna buy, buy my baby  
Gonna buy, buy, buy my baby  
A big fat sugar donut  

Gonna slip it on her finger  
Gonna catch her when I bring her  
That big white sugar sparkle  
I know it’s gonna win her

Now listen here, friends
I'll tell ya what I know  
If you got a sugar donut
You’re halfway through the show  
Gotta show up with somethin’ shiny
Somethin’ sweet  
A little patience
A little sparkle
And you just might meet  

Catch her eye, catch her heart
Catch her on the fly  
It’s all about the offer
Don’t let it pass you by  
Some folks say rings don’t matter
But I know that’s wrong  
I’ll keep on tryin’, keep on spendin’
It won’t be long

I wanna, buy my baby 
Wanna buy, buy my baby  
Gonna buy, buy, buy my baby  
A big fat sugar donut  

Gonna slip it on her finger  
Gonna catch her when I bring her  
That big white sugar sparkle  
I know it’s gonna win her

Had me a little liquid courage  
A little fire in my chest  
I walked back in that same ol’ bar  
Figured this would be my best  

Ring in hand, I called her name  
She wasn’t there, the chair was bare  
I sipped my drink, I tipped my hat  
And swore I’d try again somewhere

maybe with someone else... 
this time

I wanna buy 
Buy my baby  
Gonna buy, buy my baby  
Gonna buy, buy, buy my baby  

A big fat sugar donut

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BIG FAT SUGAR DONUT

“She owns the night, so I'll buy the ring"
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LYRICS:
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I saw her sittin’ at the bar  
Boots swingin’ sorta slow  
Laughin’ like she owned the place  
Like she already knew my show  

I knew right then I wasn’t ready  
Didn’t have a prayer, maybe  
But I got paid last Friday night  
And that got me thinkin’ baby

I wanna buy 
Buy, buy, buy
Buy my baby  
Wanna buy, buy, buy 
Buy my baby  
Gonna buy, buy, buy
Buy my baby  
A big fat sugar donut  

Gonna slip it on her finger  
Gonna catch her when I bring her  
That big white sugar sparkle  

I know it’s gonna win her

I waited three more nights on payday  
Watched her from the corner booth  
Told myself she liked the waitin'
Girls like mystery
That’s the truth  

I picked out somethin’ big and shiny  
White as sugar, hard to miss  
Figured love’s a lot like timing
And I think I finally nailed this

I wanna buy 
Buy, buy, buy
Buy my baby  
Wanna buy, buy, buy
Buy my baby  
Gonna buy, buy, buy
Buy my baby  
A big fat sugar donut  

Gonna slip it on her finger  
Gonna catch her when I bring her  
That big white sugar sparkle  

I know it’s gonna win her

Went back in there that Sunday evenin'
Same bar, same corner light  
Slid that box across the table  
Like I’d practiced it all night  

She looked down at all that sugar  
Didn’t smile, didn’t blink  
Said, “That’s real sweet-But no thank you”  
I just nodded-had a drink

I wanna buy 
Buy, buy, buy
Buy my baby  
Wanna buy, buy, buy
Buy my baby  
Gonna buy, buy, buy
Buy my baby  
A big fat sugar donut  

Gonna slip it on her finger  
Gonna catch her when I bring her  
That big white sugar sparkle  

I know it’s gonna win her

Now listen here, friends
I'll tell ya what I know  
If you got a sugar donut
You’re halfway through the show  
Gotta show up with somethin’ shiny
Somethin’ sweet  
A little patience
A little sparkle
And you just might meet  

Catch her eye
Catch her heart
Catch her on the fly  
It’s all about the offer
Don’t let it pass you by  
Some folks say rings don’t matter
But I know that’s wrong  
I’ll keep on tryin’
Keep on spendin’
It won’t be long

I wanna buy 
Buy, buy, buy
Buy my baby  
Wanna buy, buy, buy 
Buy my baby  
Gonna buy, buy, buy
Buy my baby  
A big fat sugar donut  

Gonna slip it on her finger  
Gonna catch her when I bring her  
That big white sugar sparkle  

I know it’s gonna win her

Had me a little liquid courage  
A little fire in my chest  
I walked back in that same ol’ bar  
Figured this would be my best  

Ring in hand, I called her name  
She wasn’t there, the chair was bare  
I sipped my drink, I tipped my hat  
And swore I’d try again somewhere

Maybe with someone else... 
Next time

I wanna buy 
Buy, buy, buy
Buy my baby  
Wanna buy, buy, buy 
Buy my baby  
Gonna buy, buy, buy
Buy my baby  
A big fat sugar donut  

Buy, buy, buy
Buy my baby  
Gonna buy, buy, buy 
Buy my baby  
Gonna buy, buy, buy
Buy my baby  
A big fat sugar donut  

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I WANNA BUY

A disco-reggae reimagining of Boney M's MA BAKER, the story of the infamous 1930s American outlaw, Ma Baker, who led her four sons into a dangerous life of crime. 

She was among the FBI's most-wanted back in the day, then died in a shootout, cementing her legendary criminal status. 
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LYRICS:
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"Freeze, I'm Ma Baker.
Put your hands in the air.

Gimme all your money!"

This is the story of Ma Baker
The meanest cat

From old Chicago town
She was the meanest cat
In old Chicago town
She was the meanest cat

She really moved them down
She had no heart at all
No-no-no heart at all
She was the meanest cat
Oh she was really tough
She left her husband flat
He wasn't tough enough
She took her boys along
Cause they were mean and strong

Ma-Ma-Ma-Ma
Ma Baker
She taught her four sons
Ma-Ma-Ma-Ma
Ma Baker
To handle their guns
Ma-Ma-Ma-Ma
Ma Baker
She never could cry
Ma-Ma-Ma-Ma
Ma Baker
But she knew how to die

They left a trail of crime
Across the USA
And when one boy was killed
She really made them pay

She had no heart at all
No-no-no heart at all

Ma-Ma-Ma-Ma
Ma Baker
She taught her four sons
Ma-Ma-Ma-Ma
Ma Baker
To handle their guns
Ma-Ma-Ma-Ma
Ma Baker
She never could cry
Ma-Ma-Ma-Ma
Ma Baker
But she knew how to die

And met a man she liked
She thought she'd stay with him
One day he formed with them
They did away with him
She didn't care at all
Just didn't care at all

Here is Special Bulletin:
Ma Baker is the FBI's most wanted woman.
Her photo is hanging on every post office wall. If you have any information about this woman, please contact your nearest police station.

"Don't anybody move.
The money or your lives"

One day they robbed a bank
It was their last hooray
The cops appeared too soon
They couldn't get away

And all the loot they had
It made them mighty mad
And so they shot it out
Ma Baker and her sons

They didn't want to hang
They died with blazing guns
And so the story ends
Of one who left no friends

Ma-Ma-Ma-Ma
Ma Baker
She taught her four sons
Ma-Ma-Ma-Ma
Ma Baker
To handle their guns
Ma-Ma-Ma-Ma
Ma Baker
She never could cry
Ma-Ma-Ma-Ma
Ma Baker
But she knew how to die

Ma-Ma-Ma-Ma
Ma Baker

Ma-Ma-Ma-Ma
Ma Baker

Ma-Ma-Ma-Ma
Ma Baker

Ma-Ma-Ma-Ma
Ma Baker

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MA BAKER | BONEY M | REGGAE DISCO EDITION

Captain’s Log — Supplemental.

While traversing Sector 12-G, the ship’s auditory sensors intercepted an anomalous harmonic field emanating from an ancient commercial structure drifting in zero-gravity. Initial scans identified it as a fragmented cultural relic from a parallel timeline: a mall-like installation, complete with mirrored columns and motionless escalators suspended in the vacuum.

Within the structure, a musical transmission echoed — unmistakably I Will Always Love You, yet altered. The melody appeared stretched across quantum layers, rendered in soft analog synths and pastel-frequency pads, as though Whitney Houston’s performance had been refracted through an alternate 1986 and reassembled by the void itself.

The emotional signature remains intact: devotion, release, and the lingering resonance of farewell. But the delivery is subdued, gliding weightlessly through the corridors like a memory caught between dimensions. It is neither a broadcast nor a hallucination; more a gentle afterimage of love encoded in cosmic dust, drifting long after its original source has faded.

The crew reports a shared sensation — a quiet, reflective calm — as if the song itself carries a message meant to be overheard in transit rather than sung. We will continue to monitor the anomaly, though its purpose seems less scientific than sentimental: a reminder that even across universes, some feelings persist.

End log.

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I WILL ALWAYS LOVE YOU (COSMIC MALL CRAWL 1986)

MONKEY ASS swings between jungle ruins and city skylines, fighting corruption on instinct and pure chaotic good energy. No speeches. No capes. Just primal justice, cartoon physics, and world-class sass. If you’ve got a pulse and hate nonsense—this is your hero.
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LYRICS:
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Drums in the canopy, record scratch — Go!
Banana peel danger, slow-motion blow
From vine to vine with heroic sass
When justice screeches — 
It’s Monkey Ass

He could steal gold, he could grab the fame
But he trips the villain and forgets their name

Monkey Ass — swinging fast
Saving the world on a lunch break pass

Monkey Ass — won’t ask, won’t pass
Trips the bad guy, lands on his ass

If you’ve got a pulse 
And a conscience class
Go Monkey Ass
Go Monkey Ass
Go Monkey Ass

Punches like thunder, tail in a knot
Fights corruption with what he’s got
Ancient ruins, office parks
Same old evil, different sharks

Not just for monkeys, not just for men
It’s anyone tired of nonsense again

Monkey Ass — jungle-bred
Fights for the living
Not the spread-sheet dead

Monkey Ass — primal sass
Dodges lasers with a coconut mask
From city glass to jungle grass
It’s Monkey Ass

Oh, Monkey Ass
Oh, Monkey Ass

One day soon when the drums all stop
Monkeys and humans 
Share one thought bubble pop
Peace in the jungle, peace downtown
Everyone puts their weird flags down

He won’t make speeches
Won’t write a class
He’ll just shrug and say-
“I’m Monkey Ass.”

History sighs, the lesson’s clear
Do the right thing… 

Then swing outta here

Monkey Ass — last to fall
Answering the cartoon call
Monkey Ass — world-class sass
Changing fate by accident, fast
If there’s injustice left to harass
There’s Monkey Ass

“Next week… same jungle, bigger chops.”

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MONKEY ASS

SINCERE IMPOSTER is a small 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.


MONKEY ASS

Sincere Imposter

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