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Pandemonium EP

Pandemonium

ANOTHER DAY

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14-year-old Colton Stanley (KID A), and his younger brother (Yung Bra), saw a mountain of dirty dishes as the ultimate enemy. The soapy water, the soggy food bits—it was a nightmare. They'd much rather be on their PlayStations, lost in a new game, or kicking a soccer ball around with their buds at the park. Their mom, however, was unyielding. "Boys," she'd say, "these aren't going to wash themselves." They'd try everything to get out of it, from claiming they had too much homework to bargaining for an extra week of chores, but she always stood her ground. To them, the dishes were the one thing standing between them and absolute freedom, an endless pile of rebellion they just couldn't win.... so they quit, yo.

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"QUIT'N DISH'N"
KID A Journal Entry
Aug. 14, 2025


Yo… I had plans, man.
Controller in my hand, Wi-Fi on demand,
Button-mashin’ battles, Fortnite on the stand,
Maybe bike ride, maybe TV, maybe just nap,
But nah—Mom drops the bomb: “Get your hands in the tap.”
Man, I’d rather count ceiling cracks ‘til I die,
Than scrub somebody else’s spaghetti pie.
I just wanna lay in bed, let the day float by,
Instead I’m sink-deep in my own alibi.


Pick up a plate—great, now it’s slick like slime,
Looks like it’s been here since two thousand and nine,
Chunk of mystery meat—what even is that?
Feels like it bit back when I poked it with the spat.
Water scaldin’ hot, then it’s ice-cube cold,
Suds up my sleeves like they’re ten years old,
Forks with gunk wedged tight like ancient glue,
Spoon lookin’ like it survived a barbecue.
And don’t get me started on the glass with the ring,
Who drank milk, left it out—man, that’s a crime scene thing.


I don’t wanna do these dishes, no, no, no,
Every cup, every bowl, every fork—oh no,
Rather be anywhere else, but here I go,
Scrubbin’ like my life’s a low-budget show.
I don’t wanna do these dishes, no, no, no,
But I’m stuck in the soap, in the suds, in the flow,
Every plate’s a boss fight, I just can’t cope,
Yeah, I’m losin’ my mind—pass me the dish soap.


Nah, nah, nah—this is torture disguised as a chore,
Like a war on my hands, man, a germ-spore war,
Got sludge in the sponge, got slime in the sink,
Every time I touch somethin’ I stop, gag, think:
“Why me? Why here? Why this filth, right now?”
Whole kitchen smell like a dead cow’s pow-wow,
I’m scrappin’ at a skillet that could break my wrist,
Like I’m fightin’ Excalibur—if it smelled like fish.
Grease fight back, man, it laughs in my face,
Soap slip-slides like it’s tryin’ to escape,
My brain’s in a rage, my patience a ghost,
Every sud-bubble pop just makin’ me roast.
Drip-drip, on my socks, now the floor’s my foe,
I’m skatin’ in spaghetti juice—yo, this is low,
Knives in the water like sharks in a tank,
One wrong move, now my hand’s in the bank.
I’m elbow-deep in the muck, and I’m losin’ my grip,
Whole process slower than a Netflix clip,
I’m a prisoner here, I can’t break free,
This ain’t dishwashing—it’s dishwashing me.


I don’t wanna do these dishes, no, no, no,
Every cup, every bowl, every fork—oh no,
Just touching the yuck, now my fingers are stuck,
I’m scrubbing this crud and I’m runnin’ outta luck.
I don’t wanna do these dishes, no, no, no,
But I’m stuck in the soap, in the suds, in the flow,
Every plate’s a boss fight, I just can’t cope,
Yeah, I’m losin’ my mind—pass me the dish soap.


WHY IS THIS MY JOB?!
I didn’t make that stew!
I didn’t eat that pie!
I didn’t pour that goo!
I’m a prisoner of porcelain, chained to the sud,
Hands in the trenches, elbow-deep in crud!


Thirty minutes later, sink’s squeaky and bare,
I’m sweaty, I’m tired, and soap’s in my hair,
I grab my controller, I slump in my chair—
…and Mom says, “Good job, now take out the trash.”
...man, I quit!

-KID A 
take care Yung Bra!
🤗 
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QUIT'N DISH'N (feat. KID A & Yung Bra)

No foe can hide - No coward escapes -
He swings my pipes - His fury takes shape... For he is wee mighty KILTY, Scotland's rage unleashed
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LYRICS:
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From the hills of mist-
I leap… KILTY!

I stalk the glens with fire in my eyes,
Red hair blazing under stormy skies.
My bagpipe screams, my wrath untamed,
For every insult, every shame.

K-I-L-T-Y! 
Kilty! Kilty!
Bring the fire, bring the fight!
K-I-L-T-Y! 
Kilty! Kilty!
Smash them all with your might!

No foe can hide, no coward escape,
I swing my pipes, my fury takes shape.
A whirlwind of tartan, a gale of green,
The fiercest bagpipe you’ve ever seen!

K-I-L-T-Y! 
Kilty! Kilty!
Bring the fire, bring the fight!
K-I-L-T-Y! 
Kilty! Kilty!
Smash them all with your might!

I think of Wallace, brave and true,
Who’d fight for freedom, as I do too.
No mission broken, no heart will yield,
Kilty’s wrath is Scotland’s shield.

K-I-L-T-Y! 
Kilty! Kilty!
Feel the storm, hear the scream!
K-I-L-T-Y! 
Kilty! Kilty!
The bag-pipe reigns, the clans redeem!

I am Kilty! 
Scotland’s rage unleashed!

FREEDOM! FREEDOM! 
FREEDOM! FREEDOM!

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KILTY, SCOTLAND'S RAGE

Dancing through the tears, you know that the love has faded - but the rhythm of the falling rain keeps your night alive
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LYRICS:
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Now won't you listen honey 
While I say-
How could you tell me 
That you're goin' away

Don't say that we must part
Don't break your baby's heart

You know I loved you 
For these many years
Loved you night and day

Oh honey, baby 
Can't you see my tears
Listen while I say-

After you've gone 
And left me crying
After you've gone 
There's no denying

You'll feel blue
You'll feel sad

You'll miss the dearest pal 
You've ever had

There'll come a time
Now don't forget it
There'll come a time 
When you'll regret it

Oh! Babe
Think what you're doing
You know my love for you 
Will drive me to ruin

After you've gone
You've gone 
Gone away


After you've gone 
And left me crying
After you've gone 
There's no denying

You'll feel blue
You'll feel sad

You'll miss the dearest pal 
You've ever had

There'll come a time
Now don't forget it
There'll come a time 
When you'll regret it

Oh! Babe
Think what you're doing
You know my love for you 
Will drive me to ruin

After you've gone
After you've gone away

Away 
After you've gone away 
Away

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After You've Gone Away

This track reimagines Cake’s 2001 cult hit “Short Skirt/Long Jacket” as a wild, pop punk anthem told through the eyes of a queer squirrel. Skanky guitars, hammered percussion, and desperate vocals collide in absurd, chaotic, animalistic energy
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LYRICS:
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I want a squirrel 
With a mind like a diamond
I want a squirrel 
Who knows what's best

I want a squirrel 
With shoes that cut
And eyes that burn 
Like cigarettes

I want a squirrel 
With the right allocations
Who's fast and thorough
And sharp as a tack

She's playing with her jewelry
And pushing up her tail
She's touring the facility
And picking up slack

I want a squirrel 
With a short skirt
And a loooong jacket

I want a squirrel who gets up early
I want a squirrel who stays up late
I want a squirrel with prosperity
Who uses a machete 
To cut through red tape
With nails that shine like justice
And a voice that's dark like tinted glass

She's fast and thorough
And sharp as a tack
She's touring the facility
And picking up slack

I want a squirrel with a short skirt
And a loooong jacket

Nuts, acorns
We're running up that tree
Nuts, acorns
Baby, you and me

Nuts
With nuts
Running up that tree

Nuts, with nuts
We'll have babies
You and me

I want a squirrel with a smooth liquidation
I want a squirrel with a good dividend
At Citibank we'll meet accidentally
And start to talk when she borrows my pen

She wants a car 
With a cupholder armrest
She wants a car 
That will get her there
She's changing her name 
From Kitty to Karen
And trading her MG for a 
White Chrysler LeBaron

I want a squirrel with a short skirt
And a loooong jacket

Nuts, acorns
We're running up that tree
Nuts, acorns
Baby, you and me

Nuts
With nuts
Running up that tree
Nuts, with nuts
We'll have babies
You and me

Yes babies
You and me

Nuts!

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HORNY SKIRTED SQUIRREL

DREAMLOG 8.31.25 
SAW TAYLOR AGAIN
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"Midnight breathes between aisles of suitcases, carrying a lone voice weaving through shadows. Chords hang in the air like delicate glass, trembling in a place where the mundane bends. For a fleeting moment, quiet magic hums — 
the world tilts, 
and the ordinary becomes extraordinary.”
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LYRICS:
In the quiet hush
TJ Maxx at night  
In a sea of luggage
Saw a curious sight  

Taylor on the bags
Stacked up high  
Guitar in her hands
Beneath the retail sky  

Silent shelves
The registers still  
Melodies rising
Her spirit to fill  

Lyrics blooming 
In the calm of the floor  
A heart wide open
Chasin' something more  

Discount tags 
And leather cases  
Echoes of songs 
Finding their places  

TJ Maxx
With Taylor Swift  
These luggage tags—
Where she drift?  
She looked at me
Like Juliet free  
Sang "You’re my Romeo, my T. Kelce”  

Unseen by the world
This secret girl  
Crafting her magic
Songs like pearls  

Lost in a place 
Where no one goes  
In melodies 
Only she could know  

TJ Maxx
With Taylor Swift  
These luggage tags—
Where she drift?  
She played her song
Eyes locked on me  
I’m Romeo
In a TJ love story  


With courage ablaze
I crossed her side  
Whispered a wish
With a trembling pride  

“Taylor, include in your chorus line—  
TJ’s love, let its brilliance shine.”  

She paused
Her eyes sparkling bright  
A smile that lit up
The quiet night  

Said, “In my chorus
your words will stay-  
a nod to this night
in a timeless way.”  

Grateful I left her
With space to create  
In the hush of the store
Where dreams permeate  

Taylor still singin'
Her heart in song  
At TJ Maxx—
Where love belongs  

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TJ SWIFT

Used To Be Your Girlfriend

Insane -acoustic (Revisited)

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.



TJ SWIFT

Sincere Imposter

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