LYRICS:
25 years and my life is still
Tryin' to get up that great big hill of hope
For a destination

Realized quickly when I knew I should
That the world was made 
Of this brotherhood of man
For whatever that means

So I cry sometimes when I'm lying in bed
Just to get it all out what's in my head
And I'm feeling a little peculiar

I wake in the morning and I step outside
And I take a deep breath and I get real high
And I scream at the top of my lungs
"What's going on?"

And I say, hey-ah
Hey-Hey-ah
I said "Hey, what's going on?"

And I say, hey-ah
Hey-hey-ah-ah
I said "Hey, what's going on?"

And I try
Oh my God, do I try
Try all the time
In this institution

And I pray
Oh my God, do I pray
Pray every day
For a revolution

So I cry sometimes when I'm lying in bed
Just to get it all out, what's in my head
And I'm feelin' a little peculiar

So I wake in the morning and I step outside 
And I take a deep breath and I get real high
Scream at the top of my lungs
"What's going on?"

I say, hey-ah-oh
Hey-hey-hey-ah
I said "Hey, what's going on?"

And I say, hey-ah
Hey-hey-ah
I said "Hey, what's going on?

25 years and my life is still
Tryin' to get up that great big hill of hope
For a destination---

What's Up Crooning Squirrel (RUOK?)

LYRICS:
We were once
Quite the pair

Your laughter covered me
Everywhere we went

I never saw
This coming from you

Blindsided break up
Caught me unaware
So unaware
So sad

Was it something I said
Or did to you
Last night

That made you so afraid
You may never talk-
To me again

The candle was hot
But I felt your cold
This love story
Feels so
Very old

It happens more
Than I'd like to admit
The truth be told
Gonna feel like shit

When I melt away
Melt away
From you

When I melt away
Melt away
From the truth...

That I'm more
Than you had
Bargained for-
I'm not the same person
That you once adored

I'm not around
When you're 
Needing me most
I can never remember
How you take your toast

We were
Quite the pair
Your laughter covered me
Everywhere we went

The candle was hot
But I felt your cold
This love story
Feels so
Very old

It happens more
Than I'd like to admit
The truth be told
Gonna feel like shit!

When I melt away
Melt away
From you

I am melting away-
From you

I've done it again
Screwed up again
With you! 💕 

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We Were Once...

Here's a cover of a song written way back in 1933 for the movie "Roman Scandals"... Does it still hold up today?
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LYRICS:
------
Athletics, cosmetics
A workout routine
Are part of the everyday 
Beauty machine—
For what?

And oceans of lotions 
And potions you try
To keep that old sparkle 
Alive in your eye—
Why not?

Even after you grow old, 
Baby.
You don’t have to lose your glow, 
Baby.

Keep young and beautiful,
It’s your duty to be beautiful.
Keep young and beautiful,
If you wanna be loved.

Don’t slack, 
Just do your stuff,
With a little powder,
And a touch of puff.
Keep young and beautiful,
If you wanna be loved.

If you’re smart, 
Exercise all the weight off,
Trim it down, 
Over here, 
Over there.
When you’re seen anywhere 
With your hat off,
Make sure there’s some 
Style in your hair.

Take care of all those charms,
And you’ll always be in someone’s arms.

Keep young and beautiful,
If you wanna be loved.

A slim little waist is a pleasure,
And a trim little leg is divine.
A sly little eye is a treasure,
It’ll get him tipsier than wine.

You’ll drive him half insane,
In a swimsuit darin' and plain.

Keep young and beautiful,
If you wanna be loved.

Each wrinkle on your skin,
Smooth it out 
And put a dimple in.
Keep young and beautiful,
If you wanna be loved.

When choosing and using your lipstick,
Pick a shade that won’t leave any mark.
Pick the kind that will make 
Both his lips stick
When he kisses you 
In the dark.

Get him to hold you tight,
Let him breathe you in 
All through the night.

And keep young and beautiful,
If you wanna be loved.
Oh, death, 
Where is thy sting?
I don’t care, 
I've seen everything.

Keep young and beautiful,
If you wanna be loved.

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Keep Young & Beautiful

a folk interpretation of blink-182s "I Miss You"
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LYRICS:
------
Hello there
The angel from my nightmare
The shadow in the background 
Of the morgue

The unsuspecting victim 
Of darkness in the valley
We can live like Jack and Sally-
If we want

Where you can always find me
And we'll have 
Halloween on Christmas

And in the night 
We'll wish this never ends
We'll wish this never ends

I miss you...
Miss you

I miss you...
Miss you

Where are you 
And I'm so sorry
I cannot sleep
I cannot dream tonight

I need somebody and always

This sick
Strange darkness
Comes creeping on 
So haunting every time

And as I stared 
I counted the webs 
From all the spiders
Catching things 
And eating their insides

Like indecision to call you 
And hear your voice of treason
Will you come home 
And stop this pain tonight?

Stop this pain tonight

Don't waste your time on me 
You're already the voice 
Inside my head
(Miss you, you)

Don't waste your time on me 
You're already the voice 
Inside my head
(Miss you, you)

Don't waste your time on me 
You're already the voice 
Inside my head
(Miss you, miss you)

Don't waste your time on me 
You're already the voice 
Inside my head

Miss you
Miss you

Don't waste your time on me 
You're already the voice 
Inside my head
(You, miss you)

Don't waste your time on me 
You're already the voice
Inside my head
(You, Miss you)

I miss you...
Miss you

I miss you...
Miss you

I miss you....
Miss you.

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I Miss You (blink-182 folk cover)

finally heading to meet your special one in the space between heaven and sky...
your final beautiful song
------
LYRICS:
------
Aware
Becoming aware
Again

This body ascends
Cause you're trapped 
In those stars

And I feel so alive
For this one final time

With alcohol stains leaking
All over our home
Your ghost has spoken out
It's bringing us home

To join us
In the space between

Where we can reside
By each other's side

We have played this game
For far too long
And I know that I've heard
My final song

And as the curtains 
Fall down
Here on this earth

With just one final 
Lumbering breath
I hurl this body
Up toward...
To where
We both belong

To join us
In the space between

Where two bodies collide
Somewhere in heaven and sky
To dance once again 
In closed arms

In our space between.

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The Space Between

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)

LYRICS:
I got you spinnin' and thrillin'
I'm like a light show 
Bang bang
It's like I'm throwing around here
And I'm something 
That you never see before
You know you want some more

I got you illin' and thrillin'
That JJ beat 
Will be spinnin'
And I'm a light brighter than a diamond
With the flash as fast as heat lightning
I can make your body hotter 
Yeah they call me mama primadonna
Changin' the game 
Makin' it rain
Yeah they say

When the sparks fly 
You know it's me that comin' at cha
All the colors collide like an aurora

I'm a good hang with the bang 
Comin' for ya
I'm blowin' up in your face 
Make you hot
When you body jump 
You know it's me that you feelin'
I'm the one thing 
You can't belive you seein'
Leave a taste in your mouth 
Way long after
'Cause when the bass drops 
I'm bangin' like a fiyacracka

Like a fiyacracka 
A fiyacracka 
A fiyacracka 
It's comin' at cha 

A fiyacracka 
A fiyacracka 
A fiyacracka 
It's comin' at cha 

I wanna light 
The fuse of revolution
Hit it loud
We be changin' evolution
For and from coast to coast
We showin' up in your backyard
On your TV screen 
And your mastercard

Rock it roll it
Goin' keeping that mardis gras
DC to LA Bangkok to Hongkok
Bringin' pop to hip hop

To the top
Earth to the moon 
To the sun 
Light it up and run

When the sparks fly 
You know it's me that comin' at cha
All the colors collide like an aurora
I'm a good hang with the bang 
Comin' for ya
I'm blowin' up in your face 
Make you hot

When you body jump 
You know it's me that you feelin'
I'm the one thing 
You can't belive you seein'
Leave a taste in your mouth 
Way long after
'Cause when the bass drops 
I'm bangin' like a fiyacracka

A fiyacraka 
A fiyacracka 
A fiyacracka 
It's comin' at cha 

A fiyacraka 
A fiyacracka 
A fiyacracka 
It's comin' at cha 

Yeah-
When the sparks fly 
You know it's me comin' at cha
All the colors collide like an aurora

I'm a good hang 
With the bang comin' for ya
I'm blowin' up in your face 
Make you hot

When you body jump 
You know it's me 
That you feelin'
I'm the one thing
You can't belive you seein'
Leave a taste in your mouth 
Way long after
'Cause when the bass drops 
I'm bangin' like a fiyacracka

When the sparks fly 
You know it's me that comin' at cha
All the colors collide like an aurora
I'm a good hang 
With the bang comin' for ya
I'm blowin' up in your face 
Make you hot

When you body jump
You know it's me that you feelin'
I'm the one thing 
You can't belive you seein'
Leave a taste in your mouth 
Way long after

'Cause when the bass drops 
I'm bangin' like a fiyacracka.

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FIYACRACKA!

let's revisit 2016... we shall chill & groove with a new interpretation of Jordyn Jones R&B Hip-Hop Pop Bop 'BRUH'- Understand, Bruh?
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LYRICS:
------
Sometimes I sit pretty
Someties I act silly
I'm so chill
Them boys be so illy
Like bruh

Imma let you
Imma let you
finish but bruh
Undestand? 
Bruh
Undestand? 
Bruh, Bruh
Bruh, bruh

Come at me
(Come at me)
I know all you 
wanna do is
snapchat me

See them other girls?
They can't get past me 
(Oh no)

Out fresh me
They can't out class me

See you're try'na make it complicated
I'm just tryna get conversated
"Shawty dope" that's an understatement
Imma be the topic of your conversation

It's rainy weather
better better
bring an ella-ella-ella
(That's an acapella)
Wait, hold up
(hold up)

Lemme brag
I tripped
fell
Landed in swag
Now I got it all over my body

And there ain't none left for you 
And I'm sorry
All I do is keep steppin' and my posse
Keepin' everybody movin' at the party

Sometimes I sit pretty
Someties I act silly
I'm so chill
Them boys be so illy
Like bruh

Imma let you
Imma let you
finish but bruh
Keep the way you handle 
My business like bruh

Undestand? 
Bruh
Imma blow up 
(Mm, hm)
And when I blow up
Imma roll up 
(Mm, hm)
And when I roll up
Imma show up 
(Mm, hm)
And Imma show out, so what?
I'm doin' circles round ya, donuts
And if you hatin' on me, bogus
And I ain't ever losin' focus
Cause I'm the dopest
Ever!

if my style to chilly bring a sweater
and on my feet I be lighter
than a feather (Woo!)

and I ain't worried about a thing
wrote this whole sixteen in-
lowercase letters

Everyday I shuffle
If you think
I don't shuffle
You got me mixed up like a
crossword puzzle
Bars got stem enough
Beat got muscle
Flow so nice 
It might cost you double

Sometimes I sit pretty
Someties I act silly
I'm so chill
Them boys be so illy
Like bruh

Imma let you
Imma let you
finish but bruh
Keep the way 
you handle my business 
like bruh
Undestand? 
Bruh

four
three
two
one
Hold up-
Lemme take 'em to the bridge!

Drop my name 
Ringin all over the globe
I'm breakin' the mold
Woah
That's fire in the hole
Flow so cold it'll snatch your soul
Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four
Jordyn be my name 
If you ain't
already heard

All these little rappers gettin'
kicked to the curb
All the little haters gettin' what
They deserve 
They be like
"I don't really know her-
But she get on my nerves"

I'm like
Bruh
Aye, yo

Bring that beat back!
Bruh

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UNDERSTAND BRUH?

A Welcome to East Manure, Tennessee — Gay Chicken Capital of the Globe... Home of Kenneth & Dolly Rogers and true country love
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LYRICS:
------
Well the tractors all rust
And the barns lean south
You can taste the manure 
Every time you open your mouth 

But out in the coop 
There’s a secret I found
A rainbow of feathers 
Where the best eggs are bound

Welcome to East Manure, Tennessee
Where the cows are hot  
The girls ice cold  
That smelly blue cheese  
Is covered in green mold  

When I grow up  
I want the farmers to say  

That they like my fresh tractor  
And all my chickens are gay  

Now my rooster won’t crow
And the hens won’t fight
They just strut around happy 
Every day and night

Neighbors all laugh
Say, boy you’re insane
But my gay little chickens 
Put the straight ones to shame

Living in East Manure, Tennessee  
Where the cows are hot  
The girls ice cold  
That smelly blue cheese  
Is covered in green mold  

When I grow up  
I want the farmers to say  
That they like my fresh tractor  
And all my chickens are gay  

Now the word got around 
Bout my rainbow-feathered flock

Folks rollin’ into town 
Just to line up at my stock

They swear by the yolk
Say it’s strong as an ox
And they pay me top dollar 
For a dozen in a box

Living in East Manure, Tennessee  
Where the cows are hot  
The girls ice cold  
That smelly blue cheese  
Is covered in green mold  

When I grow up  
I want the farmers to say  
That they like my fresh tractor  
And all my chickens are gay  

Now the mayor cut the ribbon
There’s a sign by the road:  
“East Manure — 
Gay Chicken Capital of the Globe”  
And the tourists all cheer 
With a flap and a squawk,  
Buying omelets at sunrise
Scrambled eggs by the block

Never thought I’d find love 
In this manure-stained place
Till I saw city sunshine 
With a smile on her face

I came from New York 
With my high heels on
Didn’t plan on a farm
But the money’s 
Too strong

She don’t like the mud
Or the smell in the air

But I love your gay chickens 
And the fortune they share

Now we’re rich off the eggs
But it ain’t just the gold
It’s a love made 
In East Manure, Tennessee 
That’ll never grow old.

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'East Manure, Tennessee' | The Ballad of Kenneth & Dolly Rogers

The year 1954... The song 'Sh-Boom'... The band THE CHORDS... About the possibilities of idealized love... in a bubbly bath of Electropop 
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LYRICS:
------
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:
-------
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

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.



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