🕰 Lip Service Serenade – For when your existential crisis wears eyeliner and watches the evening news.

🎸 Indie Rock × Jangle Pop × Post-Punk
📺 Mood: Bittersweet • Detached • Melodic Jangle • Echoes of Resilience

Ever stared at a politician's lips and thought, “This beat slaps harder than your speech”? Welcome to Lip Service Serenade — a melancholic foot-tapper for anyone who’s emotionally exhausted but still ironically stylish.

Picture this:
You’re sitting on a couch with commitment issues.
A lukewarm tea judges you from the table.
The TV talks nonsense, but those jangle guitars? Pure emotional literacy.

🧠 For fans of:
– Guitars that shimmer like your fading trust in democracy
– Lyrics that sip cold tea with you
– Beats that understand quiet rebellion better than your last date

Whether you’re slowly vanishing into a memory foam pit or just too emotionally fluent to yell at the news, this one’s for you.

🎶 Lip service, baby — sing me away.

Lyrics: 

He’s back on screen in a pixel suit
A halo made of static, a tie too mute
He talks like rain on a plastic sheet
But I just hear the humming of my heartbeat

I sip my tea, it’s gone too cold
The curtains dance like they're growing old
His promises break like Monday plans
But I just watch with folded hands

🎶 His lips move slow, like a vinyl glitch
Sayin’ nothing dressed up as a pitch
I don’t cry, I don’t rage — just fade
To the jangle hum of a TV parade
Lip service, baby — sing me away
In this bittersweet, post-punk ballet 🎶

My couch has grown a memory foam soul
Where I sink like hope through a rigged black hole
The world outside wears campaign masks
But I just count the lightbulb’s cracks

He gestures wide like a silent film
But the meaning’s thin and the vibe is grim
Still, I tap my foot to the distant lie
Like a lullaby dressed in suit and tie

🎶 His lips move slow, like a vinyl glitch
Sayin’ nothing dressed up as a pitch
I don’t shout, I don’t vote — just stay
With the jangle chords in shades of gray
Lip service, baby — fade me away
In this bittersweet, indie cliché 🎶

And maybe tomorrow I’ll care again
Trade silence in for a paper pen
But tonight he’s just a mouth on glass
And I’m a ghost with time to pass

🎶 His lips move slow, like a vinyl glitch
Sayin’ nothing dressed up as a pitch
I won’t dream, I won’t pray — just play
This post-punk hymn in my own delay
Lip service, darling — lead me astray
In this bittersweet, jangle ballet 🎶

Lip Service Serenade

A Pulsing, Bittersweet, Unpolished, Ethereal  Rock Pop, Indie/Alternative song with Powerful Drums, Ethereal Guitars, Bold Bass and Sexy Romantic Male vocals.
Spearmint, Adam French, Oasis, Rouge Wave, Creeper, Lagoon, Grabage, Prelow, Feeder, Trucks, The Raveonettes


MARY JANE

Melancholic and sentimental.  Cool Male singer, Relaxed, Warm, Reflective and Bittersweet. 
A Romantic, Cool, Retro, Ethereal and Luxurious Rock Pop tune with a Bouncy, Driving, Pulsing groove.
Sounds like Sonny & The Sunsets, Pearl Jam, ralph radio, Sourced, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Jake Huffman, Heaven the Dude x Fat Tony x De, mangoeswild, Sebadoh, Thirsty Curses 


SAY BYE BYE

🍪 COOKIE POETRY – A bittersweet synth-lullaby for the emotionally snackish.
Genre: Electro Pop / Bedroom Pop
Mood: Intimate. Melancholic. Dreamy. And just a bit emotionally unstable.
Tempo: 90–100 BPM (aka the tempo of regret in slow motion)

🎧 Think lo-fi drums coated in vinyl dust, warm pads hugging whispered vocals like your ex never did. A soft electronic hug… with crumbs.

📖 Lyrically? Imagine Sylvia Plath ran a bakery, fell in love with a pathological liar, and then started journaling with icing sugar. There’s tea-dipped loneliness, metaphorical hunger, and enough cookie metaphors to make a therapist sigh. But hey — at least it rhymes.

💔 Perfect for:
– Staring at the ceiling while pretending you're in a tragic indie film
– Eating dessert alone while philosophizing about dopamine
– Whisper-crying in autotune
– Smiling at crumbs and calling it therapy (we see you, girl)

🥄 Warning: May cause cravings for baked goods and emotionally unavailable poets. Consume responsibly.

Lyrics:

There’s a silence in my room that tastes like sugar
I dip my loneliness in tea, pretend it’s you
Pages crumble like shortbread in December
But your words are gone, and I’m chewing through the blue

I light a candle like it’s cinnamon memory
I smile at crumbs and call it therapy
This hunger isn't hunger, it’s a metaphor
For what I miss when you walk out that door

I lick the spoon, I wait for grace
Frosting dreams on empty plates
I’m not full — I’m just amused
By all these sweet, poetic ruse

Give it to me — I want your cookie poetry
Something warm and halfway true
A rhyme to bite, a lie to chew
Give it to me — I want your cookie poetry
Let me nibble on your verse
Even if it makes it worse

I’m scrolling through old photos like ingredients
Mix and measure fragments of our heat
You never baked a future, just intentions
Still I swallow every bitter little treat

Midnight cravings for your metaphors
I’d rather fake love than feel the war
So feed me fairytales with icing lines
Till my mouth forgets what truth tastes like

It’s not love — it’s dopamine
In cookie form with whipped-up dreams
I don’t need you — just your art
Packaged crumbs to soothe my heart

Give it to me — I want your cookie poetry
Tell me stories sweet but flawed
Dust my silence with applaud
Give it to me — I want your cookie poetry
Bake me stanzas soft and round
So I don’t miss your solid ground

I know it’s empty calories
But I’d rather chew than starve on honesty
Your poems melt like chocolate lies
Still I beg for one more bite

Give it to me — I want your cookie poetry
Let it drip like honeyed shame
I’ll pretend you feel the same
Give it to me — I want your cookie poetry
One more line before you go
One more taste of sweet, not soul

Cookie Poetry

🍪 COOKIE POETRY – French Touch Version
Unbekannter Künstler

Ever wanted to cry on the dancefloor but still look hot doing it?
This is your track.

“Cookie Poetry” spins heartbreak into a chic Parisian dessert — bittersweet, whipped with filtered disco dust, vocoded sighs, and enough groove to seduce your therapist. It’s like Daft Punk broke up via love letter… and then made this track about it.

🎛️ 120–124 BPM of emotional instability you can dance to
🕯️ Whispered feelings. Euphoric drops. Frosting-based metaphors.
🥄 Ideal for:
– Dancing in your kitchen wearing nothing but regret
– Texting your ex “I’m fine” while absolutely not fine
– Making cookies you won’t eat because you’re “over it”

Warning: May cause nostalgia, shoulder shimmies, and spontaneous baking.

🎶 Press play. Pretend you’re in a French indie film. Cry with groove.
Because sometimes... dopamine comes with sprinkles.

Lyrics:

There’s a silence in my room that tastes like sugar
I dip my loneliness in tea, pretend it’s you
Pages crumble like shortbread in December
But your words are gone, and I’m chewing through the blue

I light a candle like it’s cinnamon memory
I smile at crumbs and call it therapy
This hunger isn't hunger, it’s a metaphor
For what I miss when you walk out that door

I lick the spoon, I wait for grace
Frosting dreams on empty plates
I’m not full — I’m just amused
By all these sweet, poetic ruse

Give it to me — I want your cookie poetry
Something warm and halfway true
A rhyme to bite, a lie to chew
Give it to me — I want your cookie poetry
Let me nibble on your verse
Even if it makes it worse

I’m scrolling through old photos like ingredients
Mix and measure fragments of our heat
You never baked a future, just intentions
Still I swallow every bitter little treat

Midnight cravings for your metaphors
I’d rather fake love than feel the war
So feed me fairytales with icing lines
Till my mouth forgets what truth tastes like

It’s not love — it’s dopamine
In cookie form with whipped-up dreams
I don’t need you — just your art
Packaged crumbs to soothe my heart

Give it to me — I want your cookie poetry
Tell me stories sweet but flawed
Dust my silence with applaud
Give it to me — I want your cookie poetry
Bake me stanzas soft and round
So I don’t miss your solid ground

I know it’s empty calories
But I’d rather chew than starve on honesty
Your poems melt like chocolate lies
Still I beg for one more bite

Give it to me — I want your cookie poetry
Let it drip like honeyed shame
I’ll pretend you feel the same
Give it to me — I want your cookie poetry
One more line before you go
One more taste of sweet, not soul

Cookie Poetry (French Touch / Filter House Version)

Welcome to the emotional breakdown you can tap your foot to.

This is bittersweet indie rock for anyone who's ever been told “great job” and responded with a sarcastic grunt, only to cry about it later in the break room. A jangle pop shimmer wraps around a post-punk spine, while guitars sparkle like cheap champagne under flickering office lights, and the bassline grooves with the quiet confidence of someone who definitely read the manual twice.

Vocals? Conversational, like you're overhearing a genius complain to a vending machine.
Lyrics? Oh, just your usual mix of solder fumes, time loops, and existential microns.

🎸 Clean guitars twinkle with emotional repression.
🥁 Drums march like a to-do list with abandonment issues.
🎤 The chorus—“Anyway, anyway, anyway, anyway…”—is the sound of someone almost taking a compliment, then tripping over it.

This isn’t just a song. It’s a melodic sigh, a shrug in four-four time, a hug for the burnout romantics who still believe in precision, even if only to escape their feelings.

🔩 For the overthinkers.
📉 For the under-celebrators.
💔 For the blueprint poets.

“Why am I — always this guy?”
We don’t know, man. But your suffering sounds fantastic.

Lyrics:

My coat smells like solder and sleepless regret
I trace blue lines with a cigarette
The cleaner hums, the deadline leers
It’s Monday again — or is it next year?

🎶 Why am I — always this guy?
Staring down ghosts through a laser eye
Chasing one micron ‘til my soul goes blind
Clock hands spin but I stay behind
My oh my — just leave me alone
I’m twenty-two in a thirty-zone 🎶

I talk to machines more than I talk to friends
I fix what’s broken — then break it again
Dreams dissolve in factory light
We build the stars, but forget the night

🎶 Why am I — always this guy?
Falling for rules I forgot to defy
Measuring worth in invisible lines
Living on graphs, avoiding the signs
My oh my — just leave me alone
I’m still in the lab when the lights are gone 🎶

And we all said we’d change the world
Now we redraw specs and wipe the curls
Every win’s a softer fall
We miss the glitch, then fix it all

🎶 Why am I — always this guy?
Trapped in a dance where the beat won’t die
One micron left, one breath to take
A promise we never meant to break
My oh my — just leave me alone
I'm carving dreams into silicon stone 🎶

🎵 Just one micron wide...
Between the man I am… and the one I hide... 🎵

Why am I — always this guy?

Ever wondered what it feels like to star in your own soap opera where absolutely nothing happens? This smooth pop anthem is basically that — the soundtrack to your coffee burning, your tuna-can lunch judging you, and the eternal suspense of waiting for “it” (whatever it is) to finally happen. Spoiler: it doesn’t.

Think of it as a romantic comedy without the romance. Or the comedy. Just the existential shrug, wrapped in silky chords and catchy refrains. Perfect for staring out the window, counting ceiling cracks, or dramatically whispering “Did it happen yet? … No.” to your cat.

Play it loud, play it often — and remember: sometimes the greatest plot twist is no plot twist at all.

Lyrics:

Wake up, get up, get dressed, start the day,
The mirror’s quiet, has nothing to say.
Coffee burns, the street still asleep,
Dreams are promises I can’t keep.

Did it happen yet?
No.

Jump in the car, headlights on black,
Radio hums, I don’t look back.
City yawns, I punch the clock,
First one in — the silence talks.

Did it happen yet?
No.

Did it happen yet? — No!
Every day the same old show.
Did it happen yet? — No!
But I still can’t let it go. 

Soon it’s lunch, the shelves half bare,
Cheap can of fish, the taste of despair.
Lunch is over, can is done,
Emptiness shines in the neon sun.

Did it happen yet?
No.

Afternoon grinds me into dust,
Tired eyes, a mind I can’t trust.
Think again, maybe, but —
Hope is a door that won’t unlock.

Did it happen yet?
No.

Did it happen yet? — No!
Every day the same old show.
Did it happen yet? — No!
But I still can’t let it go. 

At home after dinner, thought sneaks in,
Could it start now, could something begin?
But nothing moves, the silence stays,
Life’s not a fairy tale anyway.

Time for bed, I close my eyes,
Tomorrow repeats under greyer skies.
Sure it won’t happen, still I confess,
There’s always that 0.01%...

Did it happen yet?
No.

Did It Happen Yet?

✨ Limitlessly Transparent is a bittersweet City Pop ballad about love lost to a friend — and the quiet wish to see him again, even as invisible light.
With jazzy guitar cuts, soft Rhodes keys, and whispery vocals, it paints the loneliness of rain-soaked nights and fading memories.
For those who still love in silence. 🌙🎧

限りなく透明

Writer / Producer / Musician / Singer  From Greenwich Village NYC.
has made music with U2, BOB DYLAN,LUSCIOUS JACKSON, WILLIE NELSON, CHRIS WHITLEY,BRANDI, FAITH HILL, SALT N PEPA, ZIGGY MARLEY, EMMY LOU HARRIS, DIDO.

USAP Achieves Dual Global Chart Entry
— ”AZATOKUNAI”Ranked #256, “palette” Ranked #277 and “GINGA RANBU” Ranked #295 —

Groover, a France-based international music platform, connects indie artists with curators and listeners worldwide. With thousands of songs competing for attention, charting within the Top 500 highlights USAP’s growing international recognition.

USAP’s music, under the concept of “NEO J-POP”, blends the lyrical sensitivity of Japanese pop with modern electronic sound design, creating a unique and immersive experience. This dual chart entry represents a significant step in expanding USAP’s presence on the global stage.

USAP will continue to share innovative Japanese music experiences with audiences worldwide.

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