LYRICS:
Sunset paintin’ on a two-lane road  
FM dial’s playin’ songs we know  
Cooler packed with ice-cold cans  
Boots kick dust while the party stands  

I’m a cowboy with a pickup truck  
Got my horse in the back  
My shotgun on a rack  
And my girl is back at home  

Bakin’ cookies for the crew  
That is what we do  
In the deep, deep country!  

Tailgate glow where the bonfire burns  
High school rings and them Friday turns  
Wrangler’d knees with the mud kicked on  
Singin’ loud to a Luke Bryan song  

I’m a cowboy with a pickup truck  
Got my horse in the back  
My shotgun on a rack  
And my girl is back at home  

Bakin’ cookies for the crew  
That is what we do  
In the deep, deep country!  

Back at home she’s rollin’ dough  
Chocolate chips in a small-town glow  
Warm and sweet when the night is through  
Nothin’ tastes better than a batch 
For my beer-buddy crew  

Raise it up for the good old days  
Neon sky and them dirt-road ways  
If you don’t get a little mud on your boots  
You ain’t livin’ like the country roots  

I’m a cowboy with a pickup truck  
Got my horse in the back  
My shotgun on a rack  
And my girl is back at home  

Bakin’ cookies by the tray  
Passin’ ‘em around all day  
That’s the heart, that’s the truth  
Of the deep, deep country!  

Warm cookies
Cold beer and a dirt road
Deep… deep… country.

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'COUNTRY TRUTH' | BRYAN LUKEZACH (an alternative country-brother novelty tune)

The year 1954... The song 'Sh-Boom'... The band THE CHORDS... About the possibilities of idealized love... in a cool bath of electropop
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LYRICS:
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Life could be a dream
Life could be a dream
Do do do do
Sh-boom
Do do do do

Life could be a dream 
If I could take you up in paradise 
Up above 
(sh-boom)
If you would tell me
I'm the only one that you love

Life could be a dream
Sweetheart
Hello, hello again
Sh-boom and hopin'
We'll meet again, boom 
(ba-boom)
Day dong da ding-dong
Sha-lang-da-lang-da-lang
Ah, whoa, whoa, bip
Ah, bo da do da dip
Whoa

Life could be a dream 
If only all my precious plans 
Would come true 
Sh-boom

If you would let me 
Spend my whole life lovin' you
Life could be a dream
Sweetheart 
(do do do do)

Every time I look at you
Something is on my mind
If you do what I want you to
Baby-
We'd be so fine

Oh, life could be a dream
Sh-boom
If I could take you up 
In paradise up above
Sh-boom

You'd tell me, darlin'
I'm the only one that you love
Life could be a dream
Sweetheart

Hello, hello again
Sh-boom and hopin'
We'll meet again, boom 
(ba-boom)
Day dong da ding-dong 
Sha-lang-a-la-lang-a-la-
Lang-a-la-lang-a-la
Whoa, whoa, bip 
(sh-boom)
Ah, bo da do da dip
Whoa

Life could be a dream
(Do do do do, sh-boom)
(Do do do do, sh-boom)
(Do do do do, sh-boom)
(Do do do do, sh-boom)
(Do do do do, sh-boom)
(Do do do do, sh-boom)
(Do do do do, sh-boom)

Whoa
Life could be a dream
Sh-boom
If I could take you up 
In paradise up above
Sh-boom

You'd tell me, darlin'
I'm the only one that you love

Life could be a dream
Sweetheart
Hello, hello again
Sh-boom and hopin' 
We'll meet again
Boom 
(ba-boom)
Day dong da ding-dong 
Sha-lang-a-la-lang-a-
La-lang-a-la-lang-a-la
Whoa, whoa, bip 
(sh-boom)
Ah, bo da do da dip
Whoa

Life could be a dream...

Life could be a dream...

Do do do do
Sh-boom

Do do do do
Sh-boom

Do do do do
Sh-boom

Do do do do
Sh-boom

Do do do do
Sh-boom

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SH-BOOM

WHO IS SKITTLE THE FLUTIST?
The only rapper who solos on the flute between bars.
A Juilliard-trained flutist, profoundly educated at community college — the best of two worlds.
A lyricist who feels both prophetic and childlike, tapping into an innocence hip-hop has rarely explored.
A performance style that’s as entertainingly ironic as it is genuinely catchy.
Skittle the Flutist isn’t just making music — he’s giving us tomorrow, one verse and one flute riff at a time.
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LYRICS:
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Yo, yo
hey listen up, yo, yo!
Skittle the Flutist in the building
prognosis time

I got a thought
it’s hot
it just popped in my brain
Like a train on the track
with a funky refrain
Tomorrow gon’ shine
if today we relate
Don’t argue at the table
put some love on the plate

I’m not a doctor
but I diagnose this
Future so bright
man, you can’t oppose this
Call it a vision
or call it hypnosis
I’m writin’ predictions
I call it Prognosis

I got a prognosis for our state
And it’s not filled with hate
I know we can be great
So shut up
let’s not be late

For our… prognosis!
Yo, yo — prognosis!
Hey, that’s not bad…
Skittle the Flutist
yeah you know this

Hey, listen up, yo, yo!
I see peace in the street
with no need for patrol
Kids playin’ ball
no fight
no fuss

Everybody smilin’
they can ride with us
The river gon’ flow
The garden gon’ grow

Yabbidy yabbity 
Yabbidy yo

If the nation’s a car
I’ll drive it the furthest
Seatbelt of hope
yeah
safety first-est

I see a sky so blue
it sings to you
And when I play this flute
the future comes true

Not a prophet
nah
but I say what I see
Prognosis is free

I rhyme like a forecast
clouds in my lines
But the sun breaks through
if you just give it time

I ain’t Confucius
I’m not Ice
I’m not Moses
But I’m droppin’ predictions
like daily doses
Skittle-diddle
bop-bop
prognosis pop!
Tomorrow gon’ bop
when the hatred stop
Knock knock… who’s there?
Prognosis, man
and I came prepared

I got a prognosis for our state
And it’s not filled with hate
I know we can be great
So shut up
let’s not be late

Prognosis!
Yo, yo — prognosis!
Hey, that’s not bad…
Prognosis 

Prognosis complete.

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PROGNOSIS

This darkwave version of Ordinary takes what was once an uplifting ode to comfort and simplicity and recasts it in shadow; the same lyrics, set against dissonant synths and a brooding delivery, shift from celebration to resignation, turning “ordinary” from a source of safety into a haunting reminder of inevitability and fragility - a total tonal shift.
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LYRICS:
------
They say
The holy water's watered down
And this town's lost its faith
Our colors will fade eventually

So, if our time is runnin' out
Day after day
We'll make 
The mundane our masterpiece

Oh my, my
Oh my, my love
I take one look at you

You're takin' me out of the ordinary
I want you layin' me down 
Til we're dead and buried
I'm on the edge of your knife
Stayin' drunk on your vine
The angels up in the clouds 
Are jealous knowin' we found

Somethin' so out of the ordinary
You got me kissin' the ground 
Of your sanctuary
Shatter me with your touch
Oh Lord, return me to dust
The angels up in the clouds 
Are jealous knowin' we found

Hopeless hallelujah
On this side of Heaven's gate

Oh, my life, how do ya
Breathe and take my breath away?

At your altar
I will pray
You're the sculptor
I'm the clay

Oh my, my-

You're takin' me 
Out of the ordinary
I want you layin' me down 
Til we're dead and buried
I'm on the edge of your knife
Stayin' drunk on your vine
The angels up in the clouds 
Are jealous knowin' we found

Somethin' so out of the ordinary
You got me kissing the ground
Of your sanctuary 
Shatter me with your touch
Oh Lord, return me to dust
The angels up in the clouds 
Are jealous knowin' we found

Somethin' so heavenly
Higher than ecstasy
Whenever you're next to me
Oh my, my

World was in black and white 
Until I saw your light
I thought you had to die to find

Somethin' so out of the ordinary
I want you laying me down
Til we're dead and buried
I'm on the edge of your knife
Stayin' drunk on your vine
The angels up in the clouds 
Are jealous knowin' we found

Somethin' so out of the ordinary
You got me kissing the ground
Of your sanctuary 
Shatter me with your touch
Oh Lord, return me to dust
The angels up in the clouds 
Are jealous knowin' we found

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ORDINARY | Alex Warren | Darkwave Version

​LYRICS:
​Yeah
Rollin', rollin', rollin' got me stargazin'
Psychedelics got me goin' crazy
I'm so high, I can't feel my feet on the ground
Yeah, this feelin' is amazing

When I'm with you, I feel like I'm on a spaceship
Flyin' through the galaxy, oh, this is my happy place

You're the only one I wanna be with
Girl, you're so beautiful, I can't even believe it

Every time I look at you, I feel like I'm dreamin'
I just wanna be with you, girl, you're the one I'm needin'
​
​Rollin', rollin', rollin' got me stargazin'
Psychedelics got me goin' crazy
I'm so high, I can't feel my feet on the ground
Yeah, this feelin' is amazing

When I'm with you, I feel like I'm on a spaceship
Flyin' through the galaxy, oh, this is my happy place
You're the only one I wanna be with
Girl, you're so beautiful, I can't even believe it
​
​It ain't a goal, it's a mission
To get to the top, it's a long tradition
I'm goin' up, up, and away, no competition

I'm livin' my life, yeah, I'm livin' my dream
I don't care what they say, they're just haters and fiends
I'm the king of the world, I'm the king of the scene
Yeah, I'm livin' my life, yeah, I'm livin' my dream

I'm a rockstar, yeah, I'm a rockstar
I'm a legend, yeah, I'm a superstar
I'm the one, yeah, I'm the one
I'm the one, yeah, I'm the one
​
​Rollin', rollin', rollin' got me stargazin'
Psychedelics got me goin' crazy
I'm so high, I can't feel my feet on the ground
Yeah, this feelin' is amazing

When I'm with you, I feel like I'm on a spaceship
Flyin' through the galaxy, oh, this is my happy place
You're the only one I wanna be with
Girl, you're so beautiful, I can't even believe it

You're so beautiful 
I can't even believe it.

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STARGAZING | Scott Travis | Travis Scott Cover

a darkwave Electro Halloween 🎃 Version of "They're Coming to Take Me Away" - a 1966 song about being driven mad when a relationship shatters to pieces
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LYRICS:
------
Remember when you ran away
And I got on my knees and begged you
Not to leave 
Because I´d go beserk?
WELL...
You left me anyhow and
Then the days got worse and worse
And now you see I´ve gone completely
Out of my mind

AND

They´re coming to take me away
Haha
They´re coming to take me away
Ha ho, ho ho, hee hee

To the funny farm
Where life is beautiful all the time
And I´ll be happy to see
Those nice young men
In their clean white coats
And they´re 
Coming to take me 
AWAY
HA HA HO

You thought it was a joke
And so you LAUGHED
YOU LAUGHED!

When I had said that losing you
Would make me flip my lid
RIGHT?

You know you laughed
I HEARD you laugh
You laughed
And laughed and laughed
And then you left
But now you know 
I´m utterly mad

They´re coming to take me away

Haha

They´re coming to take me away
Ho, hee hee, ha ha
To the happy home with trees and flowers
And chirping birds and basket weavers
Who sit and smile 
And twiddle their thumbs and toes
And they´re coming to take me away

HAHA

I cooked your food
I cleaned your house
And this is how you pay me back
For all my kind unselfish loving deeds

HMM?

Well, you just wait
They´ll find you yet
And when they do
They´ll put you in
The ASPCA-
You mangy MUTT

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Coming to take me away

Lost Bruce Springsteen single surfaces in Tom Petty's garage, beneath an old $12 Sunbeam toaster oven
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LYRICS:
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I woke up this morning with a bad hangover
And my penis was missing again
This happens all the time, it's detachable (detachable penis)

This comes in handy a lot of the time
I can leave it home (detachable penis)

When I think it's gonna get me in trouble
Or I can rent it out when I don't need it (detachable penis)
But now and then, I go to a party, get drunk
And the next morning, I can't for the life of me (detachable penis)
Remember what I did with it (detachable penis)

First I looked around my apartment, and I couldn't find it
So I called up the place where the party was (detachable penis)
They hadn't seen it either

I asked them to check the medicine cabinet 
'Cause for some reason, I leave it there sometimes
But not this time (detachable penis)

So I told them if it pops up to let me know
I called a few people who were at the party (detachable penis)
But they were no help either

I was starting to get desperate (detachable penis)
I really don't like being without my penis for too long
It makes me feel like less of a man, and- (detachable penis)

I really hate having to sit down every time I take a leak (detachable penis)
After a few hours of searching the house (detachable penis)
And calling everyone I could think of
I was starting to get very depressed (detachable penis)

So I went to 'The Kiev' and ate breakfast

Then as I walked down Second Avenue
Towards St. Mark's place where (detachable penis)
All those people sell used books and other junk on the street

I saw my penis lying on a blanket (detachable penis)
Next to a broken toaster oven
Some guy was selling it (detachable penis)

I had to buy it off him, he wanted 22 bucks (detachable penis)
But I talked him down to 17
I took it home, washed it off (detachable penis)

And put it back on (detachable penis)

I was happy again, complete
People sometimes tell me (detachable penis)
I should get it permanently attached
But I don't know (detachable penis)

Even though it's sometimes 
A pain in the ass-

I like having a...
Detachable penis
Detachable penis
Detachable penis

Detachable penis 
Detachable penis  
Detachable penis  

Detachable 
Detachable
Detachable 

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DETACHABLE PENIS | BRUCE SPRINGSTEEN

'It's a Girl Party', first recorded in 2014 by Mack Z and the Dance Moms girls, gets an update... as they are now older and have hit da late-nite clubs
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LYRICS:
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Girl party
(Girl party)
It's all too boring

Sitting, watching the time
The girls are waiting on the 9-1-1 
Party line
I'm gonna blow 
If that dumb bell doesn't ring
Wanna crank up the music
And we'll let the weekend begin

No boys allowed
This is our one sacred rule
Ain't it enough
We got to deal with them all day at school
'Cause we'll be talking things 
They just shouldn't know
You know how boys are with their inflated
Fragile egos

Oh-oh-oh
Look at each other and say
Oh-oh-oh

What we need is a girl party!
Na-na-na-na-na-na
It's a girl party, girl party
We're gonna have some fun
'Cause we're ready to get this party started
(This party started)

Na-na-na-na-na-na
It's a girl party
Girl party
Shout if you wanna come
'Cause we're ready to 
Get, this party started
(This party started)

Girl party
(Girl party)

I got a friend 
Who is a crankin' DJ
She'll lay a beat down
It'll blow everybody away

And all my besties up and down 
The whole block
We'll come running right over
Ready and willing to rock

Break out the popcorn 
And the chips with movie
We'll do our hair and nails
And dance around in our jammies

They're super cute
But you know boys and their brains
They'll never understand what sisterhood Sisterhood means

Oh-oh-oh
Look at each other and say
Oh-oh-oh

What we need is a girl party!
Na-na-na-na-na-na
It's a girl party, girl party
We're gonna have some fun
'Cause we're ready to get this party started
(This party started)

Na-na-na-na-na-na
It's a girl party
Girl party
Shout if you wanna come
'Cause we're ready to get
This party started
(This party started)

Don't show up here 
Unless you ready to move
You're welcome here long
As you ready to groove

(Ah, let's dance)
Na-na-na-na
Na-na-na-na
(Girl party)
Na-na-na-na
Na-na-na-na
(Girl party)

Look at each other and say...

What we need is a girl party!
Na-na-na-na-na-na
It's a girl party, girl party
We're gonna have some fun
'Cause we're ready 
Get this party started
(This party started)

Na-na-na-na-na-na
It's a girl party
Girl party
Shout if you wanna come
'Cause we're ready to 
Get this party started
(This party started)

Na-na-na-na-na-na
It's a girl party
Girl party
Come if you wanna come
'Cause we're ready to 
Get this party started
This party started.

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GIRL PARTY {Dance Moms girls grow up, go to da club}

Ever since 1992, KRIS KROSS (Mac Daddy & Daddy Mac) have been, and forever will be jumping amongst us fools
------
LYRICS:
------
You should know, you should know that, ah
Kris Kross is not having anything today-
As we stand there totally krossed out

We commence to make ya (jump, jump)
The Mac Dad'll make ya (jump, jump)
Daddy Mac'll make ya (jump, jump)
Kris Kross'll make ya (jump, jump)

Don't try to compare us (yeah) to another bad little fad
I'm the Mac and I'm bad, give you something that you never had
I'll make ya bump bump, wiggle and shake your rump
'Cause I be kicking the flavor that makes you wanna jump

How high? Real high, 'cause I'm just so fly
A young lovable, huggable type of guy
And everything is to the back with a little slack
'Cause inside out is wiggida, wiggida, wiggida wack

I come stompin' with somethin' pumpin' to keep you jumpin'
R&B, rappin' bull crap is what I'm dumpin'
Ain't nothin' sucker 'bout Kris Kross, we all that
So when they ask, "Do they rock?" Say, "Believe that"

The Mac Dad'll make ya (jump, jump)
Daddy Mac'll make ya (jump, jump)
Kris Kross'll make ya (jump, jump)

Uh-huh, uh-huh
(Jump, jump)

The Mac Dad'll make ya (jump, jump)
Daddy Mac'll make ya (jump, jump)
Kris Kross'll make ya (jump, jump)

I like my stuff knockin' (knockin')
I love it when the girlies be like jockin' (jockin')
The D-A-double-D-Y-M-A-C
Yeah, you know me
I got you jumpin' and bumpin' and pumpin', movin' all around, G

In the mix, I might just take a step back
They try to step to the Mac then they got jacked
To the back you'll be sportin' the gear, is that coincidental?
Act like you know it, don't be claiming that it's mental

Two lil' kids with a flow you ain't ever heard
And nothin' fake, you can understand every word (word)
As you listen to my cool, smooth melody
The Daddy makes you J-U-M-P

The Mac Dad'll make ya (jump, jump)
Daddy Mac'll make ya (jump, jump)
Kris Kross'll make ya (jump, jump)

Uh-huh, uh-huh
(Jump, jump)

The Mac Dad'll make ya (jump, jump)
Daddy Mac'll make ya (jump, jump)
Kris Kross'll make ya (jump, jump)

Now, the formalities of this and that
Is that Kris Kross ain't comin' off wack
And for all y'all suckers that don't know...

Check it out
Some of them try to rhyme but they can't rhyme like this (bo, bo)
Some of them try to rhyme but they can't rhyme like this (bo, bo)
Some of them try to rhyme but they can't rhyme like this (go go)
Some of them try to rhyme but they can't (bo, bo)

'Cause I'm the miggida, miggida, miggida, miggida Mac Daddy (bo, bo)
The miggida, miggida, miggida, miggida Mac (bo, bo)
'Cause I'm the miggida, miggida, miggida, miggida Mac Daddy (bo, bo)
The miggida, miggida, miggida, miggida Mac 
I make ya wanna

The Mac Dad'll make ya (jump, jump)
Daddy Mac'll make ya (jump, jump)
Kris Kross'll make ya (jump, jump)

Uh-huh, uh-huh
(Jump, jump)

The Mac Dad'll make ya (jump, jump)
Daddy Mac'll make ya (jump, jump)
Kris Kross'll make ya (jump, jump)
Uh-huh, uh-huh
(Jump, jump)

The Mac Dad'll make ya (jump, jump)
Daddy Mac'll make ya (jump, jump)
Kris Kross'll make ya (jump, jump)
Uh-huh, uh-huh
(Jump, jump)
The Mac Dad'll make ya (jump, jump)
Daddy Mac'll make ya (jump, jump)
Kris Kross'll make ya (jump, jump)

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KRIS KROSS JUMP FOREVER

The tragic tale of Timmy and Sharon... a 1950's doo-wop couple so in love... that they squeezed each other to death 
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LYRICS:
------
Ohhh my darling…  
I’m gone, I’m gone…  

Held you tight, too tight  
shoo-bop, sha na na
Love turned dark in your arms  
shoo-bop, sha na na
I never thought my kiss 
Could break you in two  
Now I’m shadows and ashes  
Still singing to you  

I squeezed you so hard  
sha-na-na, sha-na-na  
That I popped in your arms  
shoo-bop, shoo-bop  
Exploded to pieces  
sha-na-na, sha-na-na  
My heart flew away  
doo-wop, doo-wop  

I spit you out 
But wish- 
I had swallowed you whole  

Million pieces  
Sha Na Na

Sirens wailed
The law  
shoo-bop, sha na na
On the pavement I fell  
shoo-bop, sha-na-na
My hands were red  
The crowd was staring at me  
But love was the chain  
That would never set me free  

Now I’m left 
With just the dream of you  
And I’m the ghost 
You’re still clinging to  
They whispered the verdict 
From heaven above  

Called it
They called it… 
Death by Love  
Death by Love  

I squeezed you so hard  
sha-na-na, sha-na-na  
That I popped in your arms 
shoo bop, shoo bop
Exploded to pieces
Sha Na Na, Sha Na Na
My heart flew away  
doo-wop, doo-wop 

I spit you out 
But wish-
I had swallowed you whole  
Death by Love  
Death by Love 
Death by Love

I squeezed you so hard  
That I popped in your arms
shoo bop, shoo bop
Exploded to pieces  
My heart flew away
doo wop, doo wop

I spit you out 
But wish-
I had swallowed you whole  
Death by Love  
Death by Love 
Death by Love

Sha Na Na

Forgive me…  
I loved you too much to stay…  
This was our… 
Death by Love

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DEATH BY LOVE

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:
------
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

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.



SOMETHING'S MISSING

Sincere Imposter