"Baby" by BABY NO - Canada's First & Only Justin Bieber Alternative Rock Tribute Band
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LYRICS:
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Oh, whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh, whoa-oh-oh-oh, oh
Oh, whoa, oh-oh-oh, oh
Oh-oh, oh, oh-oh, oh

You know you love me, I know you care
Just shout whenever and I'll be there
You are my love, you are my heart 
And we will never, ever, ever be apart
Are we an item? Girl, quit playing 
We're just friends, what are you saying?
Said, "There's another" and looked right in my eyes
My first love broke my heart for the first time, and I was like 

Baby, baby, baby, oh
Like baby, baby, baby, no
Like baby, baby, baby, oh
Thought you'd always be mine, mine
Baby, baby, baby, oh
Like baby, baby, baby, no
Like baby, baby, baby, oh
Thought you'd always be mine, mine

Oh, for you, I would've done whatever (Yo, uh-huh)
And I just can't believe we ain't together (Yo, uh-huh)
And I wanna play it cool, but I'm losing you (Yo, uh-huh)
I'll buy you anything, I'll buy you any ring (Yo, uh-huh)
And I'm in pieces, baby, fix me (Yo, uh-huh)
And just shake me 'til you wake me from this bad dream (Yo, uh-huh)
I'm going down, down, down, down (Yo, uh-huh)
And I just can't believe my first love won't be around, and I'm like

Baby, baby, baby, oh
Like baby, baby, baby, no
Like baby, baby, baby, oh
Thought you'd always be mine, mine
Baby, baby, baby, oh
Like baby, baby, baby, no
Like baby, baby, baby, oh
Thought you'd always be mine, mine

When I was thirteen, I had my first love
There was nobody that compared to my baby, and nobody came between us nor could ever come above
She had me going crazy, oh, I was starstruck
She woke me up daily, don't need no Starbucks (Woo)
She made my heart pound, and skip a beat
When I see her in the street
And at school on the playground, but I really wanna see her on the weekend
She knows she got me dazing
'Cause she was so amazing
And now my heart is breaking
But I just keep on saying

Baby, baby, baby, oh
Like baby, baby, baby, no
Like baby, baby, baby, oh
Thought you'd always be mine, mine
Baby, baby, baby, oh
Like baby, baby, baby, no
Like baby, baby, baby, oh
Thought you'd always be mine, mine

I'm gone (Yeah-yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah)
Now I'm all gone (Yeah-yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah)
Now I'm all gone (Yeah-yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah)
Now I'm all gone (Gone, gone, gone, gone), I'm gone

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BABY NO {Canada's Only Justin Bieber Alt-Rock Tribute Band}

ELEVATOR ORCHESTRA 
Tour Montparnasse 
33 Avenue du Maine
75015 Paris

In the bustling high-rise in the heart of Paris, an unlikely tradition has taken root: every morning at 7:20am, a full symphony orchestra performs a progressive electronic-symphonic set inside the building’s newest elevator.

Commuters squeeze in, half-confused and half-enchanted, as the walls vibrate with orchestral swells, glitchy riffs, and unexpected crescendos. 

What started as a logistical mistake and scheduling error has become a daily ritual and a local urban legend.

The ELEVATOR ORCHESTRA now draws a small cult of fans who purposely ride the elevator just to catch the ensemble’s latest flourish on the way up to Floor 44. 

It's inconvenient. It’s absurd. It's a big mistake... but somehow, it’s magic.

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ELEVATOR ORCHESTRA

I am the slow stretching of light, the silent drift of stars as they flee into the distance. 
I carry the weight of isolation, the melancholy of what moves ever farther from your reach. 

In me, 
time dilates

In me, 
darkness deepens
shadows lengthen  

I stretch the starlight, pulling all into the dark, shadows drifting with me as galaxies fade into red. 

My voice is the weight you feel; cosmic rhythms pulse beneath every note. Guitars echo my descent, drums mark the sound of my expanding reach. 

I am the distance, void, the silent expansion of night, pulsing through darkened corridors, music tracing my endless twisted gothic journey.

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REDSHIFT:
Imagine the universe is like a giant balloon with galaxies drawn on it. As the balloon inflates, the galaxies move farther apart, and the light from them gets stretched out. This stretching of light waves makes them shift towards the red end of the color spectrum, which is called redshift. 

The farther away a galaxy is, the more its light has been stretched by the expanding universe, and the more its light is redshifted, which tells us that most galaxies are moving away from us. 
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GOTHIC REDSHIFT (Interstellar Instrumental)

JINGLEHEIMER — a man being pulled apart from the inside out... an identity under siege, collapsing in real time. The interrogation, the accusations, and the relentless demand to “state your name” serve as a punishment more profound than the execution itself. 

As the once-playful chant emerges as a grim ritual, the name “Jingleheimer” becomes a burden, a curse echoed by the crowd until individuality dissolves. What you hear isn’t just the story of a traitor; it’s the sound of someone being unmade, reduced to the bare, anonymous core beneath every stolen or repeated name.
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LYRICS:
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name 
what is your name? 
state your name 

the executioner waits for you 
the time has come 

state your name 
state your name 

or bear the consequence 
you just might die 

Don't be a fool 
We know your name 
We know what you are 
Traitor 
Traitor to the state 
Traitor to the nation 

We know who you are 
We know who you are 

We know who you are...

John Jacob 
Jingleheimer Schmidt
His name is my name too

Whenever we go out
The people always shout
There goes 
John Jacob 
Jingleheimer Schmidt

Dah dah dah dah
Dah dah dah dah

Dah dah dah dah
Dah dah dah dah

do you think we are the fools? 

do you think we won't harm? 

we are the answer 
to your nightmare 

and you are doomed
to fail 

John Jacob 
Jingleheimer Schmidt
His name is my name too

Whenever we go out
The people always shout
There goes John Jacob 
Jingleheimer Schmidt

Dah dah dah dah
Dah dah dah dah

Dah dah dah dah
Dah dah dah dah

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JINGLEHEIMER

The clock just hit 11:00 PM, and the groove from the JB DISCO ROLLERS is a siren call you can't ignore. So, if you’re standing on the sidelines, feeling those James Brown funky soul rhythms, but fearing a fall, it's time to lace up and drop that jive hesitation... We've got the floor shaking, the beats pumping, and an army of rollers ready to boogie down 'til daylight.
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LYRICS:
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Suicide stop on the floor
It’s 11:00 PM

And the groove 
Is callin' my name

Got my threads lookin’ bad 
In a good kinda way
Every newbie out here 
Is part of the game

I say, “Come on, baby, just follow my line”
Good vibes floatin’ under the lights
JB skatin' with the souls in the night
Slammin’ moves-
That feel downright outta sight

Don’t fear the floor
Don’t fear the fall
We boogie as one
We rise when you stall

From spacewalk steps 
To a sweet transition
Roll with the groove 
And you’ll feel the swaggy ignition

JB Disco Rollers
Shinin’ like a dream 
To the max tonight

JB Disco Rollers
Boogie down, baby
Let your wheels ignite

Far out, outta sight —
You're the king of the floor 
When the stars hit just right

JB Disco Rollers
We’re ridin’ that groove 
'Til we see some daylight

Now don’t be a jive turkey hidin’ in back
Everybody starts at day one

Come do a sitzspin 
Or try a snow plow
We ain’t keepin’ score 
We just havin' fun

Soul skate rhythm in the bend of my knees
Bitchin’ beats pumpin’ all up in the crowd
When I hit that suicide stop and freeze
Hear the whole rink hollerin' out loud

Let the floor shake
Let the groove break
Follow my feet —
You’ve got what it takes

From b-bop slides 
To your own creation
Just trust the beat 
And the good vibrations

JB Disco Rollers
Shinin’ like a dream 
To the max tonight

JB Disco Rollers
Boogie down, baby
Let your wheels ignite

Far out, outta sight 
We're the kings and queens of the floor When the stars hit just right

JB Disco Rollers
We’re ridin’ that groove 
'Til we see the shine of daylight

He’s smooth… 
He’s smooth… 
He’s smooth…

Come on, now 
Don’t stop that rollin’

He moves… 
He moves… 
So groo-oovy
Slide left, slide right 
That’s it, baby

Bad to the bone 
And always slammin’
Out of sight

Let the whole world skate tonight

JB Disco Rollers
Liftin’ every soul 
When the beat drops low

JB Disco Rollers
Boogie down, sugar
Let your good vibes flow

Far out, outta sight —
When the night gets heavy
He turns on the light

JB Disco Rollers…
Roll on, roll strong, we rollin'

JB Disco Rollers

We rollin' free tonight...

Far out, outta sight

JB Disco Rollers

We smooth
So smooth
Maybe too smooth

We rollin' free tonight

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JB DISCO ROLLERS

"SCAM CALL"
Junior Horror Division 
USC Student Film Showcase
Directed by Nate Barclovis
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When the phone rings, you already know the right answer is don’t pick up—but our unlucky protagonist does it anyway. What starts out as an ordinary spam interruption turns into a deliriously unhinged descent as a voice on the other end, a man who calls himself Sergio, demands payment with increasing urgency. Fragmented phrases, scrambled threats, and the endlessly repeated command—“Make check payable to Sergio!"—burrow into their brain like a glitchy 90s slasher villain who has learned telemarketing.

Is Sergio real? Is he a debt collector from beyond the dead? Or is it just the world’s most persistent scammer? Does it really matter? ... because once the call connects, reality unravels and paranoia blooms.

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SCAM CALL | USC Student Short Film | Junior Horror Showcase

Every evening begins the same way for my batallion.

Pulsating thunder in the distance and that uneasy Balkan rhythm passes through the earth beneath our boots. We usually grow anxious in the cold half-light, never sure if the quiet is mercy or a warning. The war drags on, day after day, and I often stand alone in the fog and smoke, listening for the next metallic echo that might end everything for everyone. 

BALKAN DUSK is the sound of our batallion holding our collective breath, but stepping forward anyway.

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BALKAN DUSK

You stand before the pulsar, its spiraling arms radiating light and motion, and at its center, a human heart pulses with quiet insistence. The hush presses around you, yet through your headphones, the sound unfolds. It is both fragile and immense—a slow awakening that traces the heartbeat of the cosmos. Every note feels like starlight brushing against your skin, every lyric a whisper of memory and becoming. 

You hear the dust of the universe stirring, rivers of time bending, and the weight of existence carried in a gentle, unrelenting rhythm. Light travels far, and here it returns, spinning through your chest and through the heart at the center of the pulsar, until you feel both tiny and infinite all at once.
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LYRICS:
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In the silence before the heartbeat
I felt dust wake in my veins
The ground breathes slow beneath me 
Learning how to hold my weight

Light travels far, but it always returns…  

And I reached for it unsure
Like a thought 
Trying to form

I rose from warmth and motion
A whisper turning into bone
Air moved around me
Naming me in its own quiet way

Light travels far, but it always returns…  

It traced my skin 
Like memory finding its path

I shaped the world in motion
Let time begin its run
I set sparks to wander
So each of you could grow

Light travels far, but it always returns…  

All things drifting outward 
Still carry where they’re from

I walked inside your footsteps
Felt questions in your hand
Held quiet worries
The kind no one speaks aloud

Light travels far, but it always returns…  

And I moved with it beside you
Wherever you were going

We learned the fire together
Carved meaning out of stone
We built fragile cities from the hopes 
We carried home

Light travels far, but it always returns…  

Across each age it finds us
Reminding what we were

Your stories run like rivers
Returning to the sea
Creation keeps unfolding
In the shapes you choose to be

Light travels far, but it always returns…  

Even now, as currents bloom 
Like stars encircle me

Hands made storms and towers
Reaching farther than fear
Yet small forgiveness 
Still travels more than war

Light travels far, but it always returns…  

I moved with it 
Quietly at your side

From dust to code to daylight
We rise and learn again
The path grows strange
But motion always finds its way

Light travels far, but it always returns…  

A single spark-
Remembering every place it’s been

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BEFORE THE PULSE

Step into the breathtaking world of DE LOS MUERTOS, Cirque du Soleil’s daring new spectacle where gravity bends and the impossible becomes reality. 

In a mesmerizing blend of future-metal energy and hauntingly beautiful choreography, aerialists soar and plunge from crimson ribbons that seem to drip like living blood, performing death-defying feats above a world suspended between life and legend. Every moment pulses with tension and wonder, every note of the score striking like a heartbeat echoing through the void. 

DE LOS MUERTOS is a celebration of risk, of beauty born from darkness, and of the fearless human spirit rising above the edge of the unknown.

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CIRQUE DU SOLEIL | DE LOS MUERTOS

LYRICS:
"something is rotten-
in the village of toys"

You better watch out, you better not cry
Better not pout, I'm telling you why:
Satan Claus is comin' to town

​He's making a list
Checkin' it twice
Gonna find out who's naughty and nice
Satan Claus is comin' to town

​He sees you when you're sleepin'
He knows when you're awake
He knows if you've been bad or good
So be good for god damn sake!

​Oh! You better watch out
You better not cry
Better not pout, I'm telling you why:
Satan Claus is comin' to town

​With little tin horns 
And little toy drum
Rootie ass toots 
And rummy-toot Tums
Satan Claus is comin' to town

​He sees you when you're sleepin'
He knows when you're awake
He knows if you've been bad or good
So be good or you won't wake!

​Oh! You better watch out
You better not cry
Better not pout
I'm telling you why:
Satan Claus is comin'

...To your town

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SATAN CLAUS

submerged between a pulse and infinite silence, souls often drift in purgatory's water, remembering what it feels like to drown
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LYRICS:
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sonic rain 
soft horizon
something hums 
wiithout sound
in between 

in between 
it remembers
what it feels like 
to drown

still breathing 
but nobody here
still thinking 
but not quite clear

half a second 
stretched to years
half a life 
behind the ears
everything slows 
a kind of prayer
everything blurs-
still there

pulse in the ether 
cold light calling
crossfade heaven 
borderland crawling
face in the mirror 
mirror so thin
she keeps leaving 
stay within

the border breathes 
without a name
the echo’s touch 
the ghost of flame
the tunnel rests 
it holds the light
caught between 
the wrong and right

right— right— right
right— right
right— right
right— right— right

voices offer 
nothing sweet
just the sound 
of steady heartbeat
turning back 
would lose a name
moving forward 
feels the same

every door leads 
nowhere new
one step forward 
the self breaks through

someone’s watching 
through the noise
counting stars 
that never come
folded hands 
of broken time
ghosts trade silence 
tomorrow's rhyme

heartbeat echo 
zero to one
halfway gone 
halfway undone
speak in numbers 
sleep in code
memory burns 
but never explodes

not alive / not dead / just scanning
words fall through / no landing
she drifts / he drifts / they drift
borders bend and shift—

system trembling / walls of glass
voices merge / then slowly pass
no return / no resurrection
just reflection of reflection

left or light 
fade or fight
both the end 
and what’s inside

both the breath and what has died...

borderland breathing 
one last time
decide-
or stay divine
decide-
or stay

stay— stay— stay— stay

stay

stay

stay

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what it feels like to drown

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.


what it feels like to drown

Sincere Imposter

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