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「あいだにいるひと」(The One Who Lives In Between) ft. Hatsune Miku

「となりの部屋の音」(The Sound From The Next Room) ft. Hatsune Miku

『いい子のまま、壊れていく』(He Breaks Down) ft. Hatsune Miku

「消えたい／消えない」(I Want To Disappear / I Don't) ft. Hatsune Miku

「はじまりのエラー」(Beginning Error) ft. Hatsune Miku

「それでも 終わらせない」(Even So, I Won’t End It) ft. Hatsune Miku

「だれの心臓？」(Whose Heart Is This？) ft. Hatsune Miku

No one’s place drifts through a world of quiet ghosts and forgotten corners — a place where memories linger in ink, paper, and night air. It follows the small rituals we keep after someone leaves, the strange comfort found in half-written notes, fading truths, and the soft debris of shared life. The story moves like a slow walk through an empty city street: reflective, tender, and edged with a touch of mystery. It invites the listener into an intimate space where loss turns into poetry, and where every whispered detail feels like a map to somewhere that no longer exists — or maybe never did.

No one’s place streift durch eine Welt aus leisen Geistern und vergessenen Winkeln — ein Ort, an dem Erinnerungen in Tinte, Papier und Nachtluft hängen bleiben. Es geht um die kleinen Rituale, die bleiben, wenn jemand gegangen ist, um halb geschriebene Notizen, verblassende Wahrheiten und die stillen Überreste eines gemeinsamen Lebens. Die Geschichte bewegt sich wie ein langsamer Spaziergang durch eine leere Stadtstraße: nachdenklich, zart und mit einem Hauch von Geheimnis. Der Song lädt ein in einen intimen Raum, in dem Verlust zu Poesie wird und jedes geflüsterte Detail wie eine Karte zu einem Ort wirkt, den es vielleicht nicht mehr gibt — oder nie gab.

No one’s place
	
There’s a newspaper moon on the ceiling tonight
Spelling headlines in crumpled candlelight
You sleep with a page on your beating chest
Like secrets folded in a faded vest

Outside, the cats debate philosophy
And the wind rewrites your diary
Your shoes are tired of where you’ve been
They whisper stories to the bin

Paper skies, lullabies
Folded hearts and alibis
We built a home on borrowed thread
And left the ink beneath the bed

I found your note in a stack of bills
It smelled like ink and sleeping pills
“Don’t wait for me,” it almost said
“But make the bed and paint it red”

Paper skies, lullabies
Fragile truths in paper ties
You sang the blue until it bled
And traced your name beneath the bed

Your ghost still checks the windows twice
Still adds up all the silent nights
And in the drawer, beside your face
I found a map to no one’s place

Paper skies, lullabies
Folded truths in quiet ties
You kissed the wind without a sound
And buttoned up, then turned around


No one's place

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

This reimagining of Journey's 80's rock ballad OPEN ARMS reframes the song as a tiny, glowing confession—an indie-electronic murmur built from tape hiss, soft pulses, and fragile glitches.

Stripped of its old grandeur, it becomes a lo-fi vow whispered from someone learning to trust again, someone who is piecing together tenderness from the fragments of their own doubts about vulnerability.
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LYRICS:
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Lying beside you 
Here in the dark
Feeling your heart beat with mine

Softly you whisper
You're so sincere
How could our love be so blind?

We sailed on together 
And drifted apart
And here you are... by my side

So now I come to you with open arms
Nothing to hide, believe what I say

So here I am with open arms
Hoping you'll see 
What your love 
Means to me

Open arms

Open arms

Living without you
Livin' alone
This empty house seems so cold

Wanting to hold you
Wanting you near
How much I wanted you home

But now that you've come back
Turned night into day-
I need you to stay

So now I come to you with open arms
Nothing to hide, believe what I say

So here I am with open arms
Hoping you'll see 
What your love 
Means to me

Open arms
Oh, open arms

Open arms

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with open arms

I generate my music using Suno AI, Hatsune Miku owner (Hatsune Miku is owned by Crypton Future Media, INC.)

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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