no mouth must scream

Pierwsza Proba

Rare Highs

I Heart Tortas and fuckin cocaine!

gyno

shadow of oneself

LIKING YOU freestyle

Off the Project "Magnanimity And The Worried Well" available here: 

https://conorraps.bandcamp.com/album/magnanimity-and-the-worried-well



Joyboy

A dark mix of alternative hip-hop, pop, and indie R&B. 
Night Time dives into sleepless thoughts, slipping sanity, and the feeling of becoming someone else when the lights go out.

NIGHT TIME

This song is an interpretation of “Shake the Dust,” the powerful spoken-word poem by Anis Mojgani. It’s a letter to the overlooked — the tired, the shy, the broken, the dreamers... Each line is a reminder that a hand can reach out to every corner of forgotten humanity.
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LYRICS:
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This one is for the fat girls
This one is for the little brothers
This is for the schoolyard wimps 
And for the childhood bullies 
That tormented them

For the former prom queen 
And for the milk crate ballplayers

For the nighttime cereal eaters 
And for the retired elderly Wal-Mart 
Store front door greeters...

Shake the Dust

This is for the benches 
And the people sitting upon them
For the bus drivers driving 
A million broken hymns

For the men who have to hold down 
Three jobs simply to hold up their children

For the night schoolers 
And for the midnight bike riders 
Trying to fly...

Shake the Dust

For the 2-year-olds 
Who cannot be understood 
Because they speak half-English 
And half-God...

Shake the Dust

For the boys 
With the beautiful sisters...

Shake the Dust

For the girls 
With the brothers 
Who are going crazy

For those gym class wallflowers
For the 12-year-olds 
Afraid of taking public showers

For the kid who’s always late 
To class because he forgets 
The combination to his lockers

For the girl 
Who loves 
Somebody else...

Shake the Dust

This is for the hard men who want love 
But know that it won’t come
The ones the amendments 
Do not stand up for

For the ones who are forgotten

For the ones who are told to speak 
Only when you are spoken to 
And then are never spoken to
Speak every time you stand
So you do not forget yourself
Do not let a moment go by 
That doesn’t remind you 
That your heart beats 
A hundred thousand times a day

And that there are enough 
Gallons of blood 
To make every one of us oceans

Do not settle 
For letting these waves settle
And for the dust 
To collect in your veins

This is for the celibate pedophile 
Who keeps on struggling
For the poetry teachers 
And for the people 
Who go on vacations alone
For the sweat that drips off of 
Mick Jagger’s singing lips
For the shaking skirt 
On Tina Turner’s shaking hips
For the heavens and for the hells 
Through which Tina has lived

This is for the tired 
And for the dreamers
For the families 
That will never be like the Cleavers
With perfectly made dinners 
And sons like Wally and the Beaver

This is for the bigots
For the sexist
For the killers
For the big house 
Jail-sentenced cats 
Becoming redeemers
And for the springtime 
That always seems to know 
To show up after every single winter

This is for you

This is for you

Make sure that by the time 
The fisherman returns 
You are gone

Because just like the days
I burn at both ends 
And every time I write
Every time I open my eyes

I am cutting out parts of myself 
Just to give them to you
So shake the dust
And take me with you when you do

For none of this has ever been for me
All that pushes and pulls
And pushes and pulls
It pushes for you

So grab this world by its clothespins
And shake it out again and again
And hop on top and take it for a spin
And when you hop off
Shake it again

For this is yours

Make these words worth it
Make this not just 
Another poem that I write
Not just another poem 
Like just another night
That sits heavy above us all
Walk into it
Breath it in
Let it crash 
Though the halls of your arms
Like the millions of years 
Of millions of poets 
Coursing like blood
Pumping and pushing
Making you live
Shaking the dust

So when the world knocks 
At your front door
Clutch the knob tightly 
And open on up
And run forward 
Into its widespread open arms
With your hands in front of you

Fingertips trembling 
Though they may be
May be

May be...
May be...
Maybe

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SHAKE THE DUST

CEO of CANTquitMUSIC (CQM) - Label inquiries can be made to cantquitmusic@gmail.com

I rap and make beats. 

Strange Friends: https://soundcloud.com/strngfrnds


The production stuff I do is under Bliss Eternal by the name Tom Bombadil.  You can find that here: https://soundcloud.com/thetombombadil

SINCERE IMPOSTER is an intimate collection of artists who write, perform and/or produce 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 tries to push the creative limits of traditional pop.

SINCERE IMPOSTER is curated by two musicians, 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. Danielle & Dave's 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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