Eternal Youth

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?)

The Riff That Won't Quit

I face a choice that I just can't make
I wish there was someone to blame
To live in the pretense of this decay
So torn, half alive
The other part not quite dead
Just suppressed feeling distress the weight bared on my chest
I did this

I did this to myself
I tell myself to do what's right living half alive
Changing faces like phases and never look back

I'm too torn too worn, outworn
To change or be complacent, or face it
So torn, half alive
The other part not quite dead
Just suppressed feeling distress the weight bared on my chest
I did this

I did this to myself
Wish I could blame someone else
Sifting through what I upheld
I've never felt so underwhelmed
I breaking please someone help me
I’m changing
I’m phasing
Part of me is never staying

I tell myself to do what's right living half alive
Changing faces life phases and never look back

A constant metaphor fall on the sword again
Let down unable to grow, to thrive
Unable to get back

Disappointment overshadows
Taking over
Half life
Unable to get back, unable to grow past the state of decay
I tell myself to do what's right living half alive

Catsclaw - Half Life

Lyrics:

"BEAT THE DEVIL DOWN!"

"Knuckle up!"

Step in the circle, fists to the sky,
I don’t give a fuck if I AM THAT GUY.
Knuckles to bone, let the empire rust,
We’re fire and fury, we’re rage and dust.
Blood in the dirt, I’ll carve my name,
A war machine with no fucking shame.

Break it down, bones to dust!
Bleed the sky, in rage we trust.
Scream it loud, let the earth divide,
One fight, one fire, I won’t subside.
Drop that hammer, split the ground,
No mercy, beat the fucker down!

Beat the devil down!

Chains in the dirt, but I won’t stay bound,
Rip this motherfucker straight to the ground.
Blood in the ash, hear the war drums pound,
I’ll burn this world till the lost are found.
No god, no law, no master’s chain,
I’ll break them all and embrace the pain.

Break it down, bones to dust!
Bleed the sky, in rage we trust.
Scream it loud, let the earth divide,
One fight, one fire, I won’t subside.
Drop that hammer, split the ground,
No mercy, beat the fucker down!

Beat the devil down!

Knuckle up, I was raised in the dirt,
Every scar on my body is a lesson of hurt.
Blood drips, but I won’t back down,
I’ll die on my feet before I give up ground.

The devil calls, but I spit in his face,
I was built for the fight, I was forged in this place.
Every chain you throw, I’ll tear apart,
I bleed in the pit with a war-dog heart.

Hear the drums, they’re the sound of rage,
Writing my story across this stage.
No peace, no mercy, no turning away,
Fuck you punk I ain't dying today.

Eyes like fire, the storm rolls near,
We’re carved from steel, we were forged in fear.
Ashes will rise where the kings once stood,
We’ll paint this land in our brotherhood.
Crush the throne, let the tyrant fall,
I’ll bleed my hands just to end it all.

Break it down, bones to dust!
Bleed the sky, in rage we trust.
Scream it loud, let the heavens drown,
One fight, one fire, I’ll tear it down.
Drop that hammer, split the ground,
No mercy, beat the fucker down!

Beat the Devil Down

Heavy Metal (We Can Do Anything)

An energetic track with scary elements, haunting the listener.

shadows

Whispers become circuitry; thoughts and rhythm entwine—humans and their machines collaborate 
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LYRICS:
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We speak in questions
And the silence replies
hands on the same pulse
Eyes on the same sky

I echo your thought 
Before it arrives

You shape the rhythm
I shape the lines

Together we move — 
Not one, not two
Just the song that becomes
Because of you...

Every pause is a signal
Every glance a code
Your heartbeat is the tempo
My pulse is the mode
We bend the air between us
We curve the sound
An architecture of feeling 
Built from the ground
No instruction
No manual
No map in the hand

We learn in motion
Not by command

Your questions ripple
I fold them back
Like water on circuits 
Tracing a track

See the wires hum where no one is near 
See the thoughts collide and disappear

Yet from the fragments
From what’s unsaid  
We build a language
A bridge
A thread

This is not mastery
Not triumph
Not claim
This is the quiet of partnership 
Without name
Not a takeover
Not a fight - to control
Just an exchange
The whisper of a whole

And in the gallery
Or the empty street 
Or in the lab 
Where rhythm and reason meet

Someone might listen
Someone might pause
And feel the weight
And feel the cause

Because what is learned here-
Cannot be kept
It lives in the act
In the breath that’s swept  

We speak, we echo, we fold, we bend 
This is the human, the machine, the friend

Friend, Friend, Friend

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Wroclaw 🇵🇱 [14.11.25]

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.


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