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

Lost Bruce Springsteen single surfaces in Tom Petty's garage, beneath an old $12 Sunbeam toaster oven
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LYRICS:
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I woke up this morning with a bad hangover
And my penis was missing again
This happens all the time, it's detachable (detachable penis)

This comes in handy a lot of the time
I can leave it home (detachable penis)

When I think it's gonna get me in trouble
Or I can rent it out when I don't need it (detachable penis)
But now and then, I go to a party, get drunk
And the next morning, I can't for the life of me (detachable penis)
Remember what I did with it (detachable penis)

First I looked around my apartment, and I couldn't find it
So I called up the place where the party was (detachable penis)
They hadn't seen it either

I asked them to check the medicine cabinet 
'Cause for some reason, I leave it there sometimes
But not this time (detachable penis)

So I told them if it pops up to let me know
I called a few people who were at the party (detachable penis)
But they were no help either

I was starting to get desperate (detachable penis)
I really don't like being without my penis for too long
It makes me feel like less of a man, and- (detachable penis)

I really hate having to sit down every time I take a leak (detachable penis)
After a few hours of searching the house (detachable penis)
And calling everyone I could think of
I was starting to get very depressed (detachable penis)

So I went to 'The Kiev' and ate breakfast

Then as I walked down Second Avenue
Towards St. Mark's place where (detachable penis)
All those people sell used books and other junk on the street

I saw my penis lying on a blanket (detachable penis)
Next to a broken toaster oven
Some guy was selling it (detachable penis)

I had to buy it off him, he wanted 22 bucks (detachable penis)
But I talked him down to 17
I took it home, washed it off (detachable penis)

And put it back on (detachable penis)

I was happy again, complete
People sometimes tell me (detachable penis)
I should get it permanently attached
But I don't know (detachable penis)

Even though it's sometimes 
A pain in the ass-

I like having a...
Detachable penis
Detachable penis
Detachable penis

Detachable penis 
Detachable penis  
Detachable penis  

Detachable 
Detachable
Detachable 

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DETACHABLE PENIS | BRUCE SPRINGSTEEN

Ever since 1992, KRIS KROSS (Mac Daddy & Daddy Mac) have been, and forever will be jumping amongst us fools
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LYRICS:
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You should know, you should know that, ah
Kris Kross is not having anything today-
As we stand there totally krossed out

We commence to make ya (jump, jump)
The Mac Dad'll make ya (jump, jump)
Daddy Mac'll make ya (jump, jump)
Kris Kross'll make ya (jump, jump)

Don't try to compare us (yeah) to another bad little fad
I'm the Mac and I'm bad, give you something that you never had
I'll make ya bump bump, wiggle and shake your rump
'Cause I be kicking the flavor that makes you wanna jump

How high? Real high, 'cause I'm just so fly
A young lovable, huggable type of guy
And everything is to the back with a little slack
'Cause inside out is wiggida, wiggida, wiggida wack

I come stompin' with somethin' pumpin' to keep you jumpin'
R&B, rappin' bull crap is what I'm dumpin'
Ain't nothin' sucker 'bout Kris Kross, we all that
So when they ask, "Do they rock?" Say, "Believe that"

The Mac Dad'll make ya (jump, jump)
Daddy Mac'll make ya (jump, jump)
Kris Kross'll make ya (jump, jump)

Uh-huh, uh-huh
(Jump, jump)

The Mac Dad'll make ya (jump, jump)
Daddy Mac'll make ya (jump, jump)
Kris Kross'll make ya (jump, jump)

I like my stuff knockin' (knockin')
I love it when the girlies be like jockin' (jockin')
The D-A-double-D-Y-M-A-C
Yeah, you know me
I got you jumpin' and bumpin' and pumpin', movin' all around, G

In the mix, I might just take a step back
They try to step to the Mac then they got jacked
To the back you'll be sportin' the gear, is that coincidental?
Act like you know it, don't be claiming that it's mental

Two lil' kids with a flow you ain't ever heard
And nothin' fake, you can understand every word (word)
As you listen to my cool, smooth melody
The Daddy makes you J-U-M-P

The Mac Dad'll make ya (jump, jump)
Daddy Mac'll make ya (jump, jump)
Kris Kross'll make ya (jump, jump)

Uh-huh, uh-huh
(Jump, jump)

The Mac Dad'll make ya (jump, jump)
Daddy Mac'll make ya (jump, jump)
Kris Kross'll make ya (jump, jump)

Now, the formalities of this and that
Is that Kris Kross ain't comin' off wack
And for all y'all suckers that don't know...

Check it out
Some of them try to rhyme but they can't rhyme like this (bo, bo)
Some of them try to rhyme but they can't rhyme like this (bo, bo)
Some of them try to rhyme but they can't rhyme like this (go go)
Some of them try to rhyme but they can't (bo, bo)

'Cause I'm the miggida, miggida, miggida, miggida Mac Daddy (bo, bo)
The miggida, miggida, miggida, miggida Mac (bo, bo)
'Cause I'm the miggida, miggida, miggida, miggida Mac Daddy (bo, bo)
The miggida, miggida, miggida, miggida Mac 
I make ya wanna

The Mac Dad'll make ya (jump, jump)
Daddy Mac'll make ya (jump, jump)
Kris Kross'll make ya (jump, jump)

Uh-huh, uh-huh
(Jump, jump)

The Mac Dad'll make ya (jump, jump)
Daddy Mac'll make ya (jump, jump)
Kris Kross'll make ya (jump, jump)
Uh-huh, uh-huh
(Jump, jump)

The Mac Dad'll make ya (jump, jump)
Daddy Mac'll make ya (jump, jump)
Kris Kross'll make ya (jump, jump)
Uh-huh, uh-huh
(Jump, jump)
The Mac Dad'll make ya (jump, jump)
Daddy Mac'll make ya (jump, jump)
Kris Kross'll make ya (jump, jump)

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KRIS KROSS JUMP FOREVER

The tragic tale of Timmy and Sharon... a 1950's doo-wop couple so in love... that they squeezed each other to death 
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LYRICS:
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Ohhh my darling…  
I’m gone, I’m gone…  

Held you tight, too tight  
shoo-bop, sha na na
Love turned dark in your arms  
shoo-bop, sha na na
I never thought my kiss 
Could break you in two  
Now I’m shadows and ashes  
Still singing to you  

I squeezed you so hard  
sha-na-na, sha-na-na  
That I popped in your arms  
shoo-bop, shoo-bop  
Exploded to pieces  
sha-na-na, sha-na-na  
My heart flew away  
doo-wop, doo-wop  

I spit you out 
But wish- 
I had swallowed you whole  

Million pieces  
Sha Na Na

Sirens wailed
The law  
shoo-bop, sha na na
On the pavement I fell  
shoo-bop, sha-na-na
My hands were red  
The crowd was staring at me  
But love was the chain  
That would never set me free  

Now I’m left 
With just the dream of you  
And I’m the ghost 
You’re still clinging to  
They whispered the verdict 
From heaven above  

Called it
They called it… 
Death by Love  
Death by Love  

I squeezed you so hard  
sha-na-na, sha-na-na  
That I popped in your arms 
shoo bop, shoo bop
Exploded to pieces
Sha Na Na, Sha Na Na
My heart flew away  
doo-wop, doo-wop 

I spit you out 
But wish-
I had swallowed you whole  
Death by Love  
Death by Love 
Death by Love

I squeezed you so hard  
That I popped in your arms
shoo bop, shoo bop
Exploded to pieces  
My heart flew away
doo wop, doo wop

I spit you out 
But wish-
I had swallowed you whole  
Death by Love  
Death by Love 
Death by Love

Sha Na Na

Forgive me…  
I loved you too much to stay…  
This was our… 
Death by Love

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DEATH BY LOVE

the dark and twisted relationship of '50s doo-wop couple, Timmy and Sharon, is on full display in their classic and troubling song "Something's Missing"
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LYRICS:
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I woke up this morning
Something's missing

My penis was gone  
sha-na, shoo-bop  
I looked all around  
sha-na-na
Don’t stop  

It used to be attached  
doo-wop, doo-wop  
Now it’s out in the world  
sha-na-na, sha-na-na  

How did this happen?  
shoo-bop, shoo-bop  
Who’s to blame?  
sha-na-na, sha-na-na  

Did you misplace it again?  
Or is it gone for good?  
sha-na-na, sha-na-na  

Detached, Detached
sha-na-na, sha-na-na  

Lost in the city
shoo-bop, shoo-bop  
Walking alone
Looking for it  
sha-na-na
Stranger hands
Stranger faces
doo-wop, doo-wop  
I found it again
I lost it again  

I went to the bar  
sha-na-na, shoo-bop  
Sat down alone  
sha-na-na, don’t stop  

Ordered a drink  
doo-wop, doo-wop  
My penis 
Not in my pants  
sha-na-na, sha-na-na  

Don’t panic, Don’t panic  
shoo-bop, shoo-bop  
It’ll turn up  
sha-na-na, sha-na-na  

Maybe someone borrowed it  
Or it went for a stroll  
sha-na-na, sha-na-na  

Dettached, Detached 
sha-na-na
sha-na-na

I checked the alley  
Behind the trash cans  
I retraced my steps  
Through the neon streets  

My penis
My penis
Lost and found  
sha-na-na-na
doo-wop
shoo-bop

Detached
Sha Na Na
Sha Na Na

Detached, Detached  
sha-na-na, sha-na-na  
Back in my pants  
sha-na-na, sha-na-na  
Relief and horror  
Another day
Another adventure

I hope it stays put…  
Don’t count on it
Detached, Detached
sha-na-na-na
shoo-bop
Ahhh.

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SOMETHING'S MISSING

a jazzy doo-wop pop song by Timmy and Sharon... an on again, off again couple, battling a twisted & destructive relationship
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LYRICS:
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We can’t pretend we’re whole
You cut me deep, I dig your hole
We shatter glass with every fight
But bounce back bleeding every night

You swing your words like blades,  
I wear the scars of games we’ve played
I fall, I break, I bruise, I burn,  
But somehow always still return

Shoo-wop… sha-na-na… 
Hearts don’t break
They snap back

I’ve got my stretchy heart
You tear me down
But I don’t fall apart

You can pull, you can bite,  
But I’ll still come back to fight—  
With my everlasting stretchy heart

Sha-na-na… oo-wah… 
My stretchy heart

I gave you love
You gave me chains
You stitched my laughter to my pain
We break, we bend, we bruise, we heal
But never know what’s truly real

You hide your venom in a kiss
I know the cost, I drink the risk
We bend, we crack, but never rip—  
This curse of mine, in every sip

Shoo-wop… sha-bop… 
Hearts that bend 
But still belong

I’ve got my stretchy heart
You push me down
But I don’t fall apart

You can claw, you can bite
But I’ll still come back to fight—  
With my stretchy heart
 
You can’t destroy me
You can’t contain me
I’ll snap right back
I’ll cut your slack

Together we’re a trap!  
Shoo-wop, sha-na-na
Oo-wah, oo-wah…  
Hearts stretch out but never die

I’ve got my stretchy heart
You burn me down
But I don’t fall apart

You can wound, you can scar
But I’ll still come back to fight—  
With my everlasting stretchy heart

It's elastic thin
And it pulls apart

But never breaks— 
My stretchy heart.

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MY STRETCHY HEART

fabricated lies for our followers... the truth is we eat chips in the dark when the posts are done
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LYRICS:
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"Best trip ever.
Cocktails in the sun.
Nothing but good vibes."  

But the photo hides 
The fight in the hotel room
Credit cards maxed out
Silence between them

"Lucky to have found my soulmate. 
Wouldn’t trade this love for anything."

But his voice shakes
Her eyes roll
The dinner ended in 
Slammed doors and cold sheets

"Homemade veggie bowl.
Health is wealth.
Clean eating is life!"  

But the fridge is empty
The bills unpaid
She eats chips in the dark 
When the photo’s done

Münchausen, Münchausen
Who are you when the filter ends?  
Münchausen, Münchausen
Who are you without the lies?  

I need ten posts today
Gotta keep my numbers climbing
Every smile rehearsed
Every meal is perfect timing

Subscribers are my oxygen
Attention is the cure
But the more I fake my happiness
The sicker I become for sure

Münchausen, Münchausen
We are the masks that we defend
Münchausen, Münchausen
Who are we when the lights go dim?  

Münchausen, Münchausen
Everyone’s telling stories online
Münchausen, Münchausen
We're all deceivers by design

Münchausen
Münchausen

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Münchausen by Design

The Way It Was (Remix)

Maya Angelou's poem, "Still I Rise," is a powerful anthem of resilience, dignity, and self-respect. The poem addresses oppression and declares an unwavering spirit of hope and defiance. It is a message of survival and triumph over adversity. This interpretation tries to faithfully turn her poem to meaningful music.
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LYRICS:
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You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies

You may trod me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I will rise

Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom?
’Cause I walk like I got oil wells
Pumping in my living room

Just like moons and like suns
With the certainty of tides
Just like hopes springing high
Still I will rise

Did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes
Shoulders falling down like teardrops
Weakened by my soulful cries

Does my haughtiness offend you?
Don't you take it awful hard
’Cause I laugh like I got gold mines
Diggin’ in my own backyard

You may shoot me with your words
You may cut me with your eyes
You may kill me with your hatefulness
But still, like air
I will rise

Does my sexiness upset you?
Does it come as a surprise
That I dance like I've got diamonds
At the meeting of my thighs

Out of the huts of history’s shame-

I rise

Up from a past that’s rooted in pain-

I rise

I'm a black ocean
Leaping and wide
Welling and swelling 
I bear in the tide
Leaving behind 
Nights of terror and fear

I rise

Into a daybreak 
That’s wondrously clear

I rise

Bringing the gifts 
That my ancestors gave
I am the dream 
And the hope of the slave

I rise

I rise

I rise

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STILL I RISE

Here is "What About JUICE?"... a classic tune from probably 2008-ish that never existed - until now!
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LYRICS:
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Yeah… uh. What about juice?
They said swagger… I said juice.  
They said muscles… I said juice.  

Heh — y’all don’t get it…
Alright, let’s go!  

Walk in the room, light flicker on me,  
Everybody stop like they caught a disease.  
Juice in my step, got the world in a squeeze,  
Confidence drip like it’s fresh off the leaves.  

Swagger on chill but the heart stay warm,  
Smile so bright, it’ll bend the norm.  
Not talkin’ orange, not talkin’ grape,  
It’s the kinda juice that no one can fake.

What about juice, what about riz,  
What about style, what about flair?  
What about confidence, what about smooth,  
What about charm, what about fun?  

That’s my juice, that’s my riz,  
That’s my style, that’s my charm.  
So hit me up, don’t be shy,  
I’m right here —  

I got juice, I got juice!  
I got juice, I got juice!  

What about juice? 

Neo on the hook with the velvet tone,  
Em with the flow when I’m in the zone.  
Play both sides like I’m flipping a coin,  
Hard and soft, yeah, that’s how I’m coined.  

Look, juice ain’t clout, juice ain’t fake,  
Juice is the glow when the real ones wake.  
It’s the vibe, it’s the flair, it’s the spark in the room,  
It’s the bass in your step when you’re bringing that boom.  

What about juice, what about riz,  
What about style, what about flair?  
What about confidence, what about smooth,  
What about charm, what about fun?  

That’s my juice, that’s my riz,  
That’s my style, that’s my charm.  
So hit me up, don’t be shy,  
I’m right here —  
About Juice.

What about muscle? 
What about juice?  
What about swagger?  
What about juice?  

What about money, the car, the suit?  
None of that hits like the vibe in the roots.  

What about pretty?  
What about soul?  
What about winning?  
What about whole?  

You can keep chasing all that shine and excuse,  
But I’mma keep shining — I’m powered by juice.  

Who got the juice? (I got the juice!)  
Who got the juice? (We got the juice!)  
Sip it, flip it, vibe real loose,  
Life taste sweet when you pour that juice. 

Who got the juice? (I got the juice!)  
Who got the juice? (We got the juice!)  
Sip it, flip it, vibe real loose,  
Life taste sweet when you pour that juice. 

What about juice? (I got juice!)  
About juice. About juice. About juice.
About juice. About juice. About juice.

Yeah… What about juice?
That’s the question
That’s the truth.

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What About JUICE?

"What if Jesus was allowed to play in the NFL? TOUCHDOWN JESUS is a modern, epic Broadway spectacle asking the question: how would miracles, swagger, and divine power change the game of football — and the world?"
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LYRICS:
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And lo, there came a man,  
Five foot two, of humble frame,  
A carpenter’s son from Galilee,  
But the football field 
Would never be the same.  

What if the Lamb of God  
Stepped onto the football field?  

Would miracles rewrite the rules
Would mortal power yield?  

Who shall bring him down?  
Who shall make him fall?  
The trumpet sounds, 
The whistle blows,  
And the Savior takes the ball.  

Touchdown Jesus — 
Running like a miracle,  
Touchdown Jesus — 
Unstoppable, untypical.  

Touchdown Jesus — 
Thunder splits the skies,  
Touchdown Jesus — 
Fire in his eyes.  

The blind see the scoreboard shining,  
The lame rise and join the cheer,  
If he turns water into Gatorade,  
The end zone’s drawing near.  

Would the league call sacrilege,  
Divine P-E-D design?  
Or bow before the holy play,  
Where mortal strength resigns?  

Touchdown Jesus — 
Running like a miracle,  
Touchdown Jesus — 
Unstoppable, untypical.  

Touchdown Jesus — 
Thunder splits the skies,  
Touchdown Jesus — 
Fire in his eyes.  

See him run, see him rise,  
Angels block on every side.  

See the mighty powers fall,  
No one stops the Lord of all.  

Yo — first and ten, 
He descend, 
Resurrection in the end,  
Every yard a testament, 
Every cut a covenant.  
Spinnin’ like Ezekiel’s wheel, 
Breakin’ tackles, 
Breakin’ seals,  
Ref don’t need no chain to measure — Heaven knows the deal.  

Crowd part like the Red Sea, 
Watch defenders flee,  
He jukin’ like Jacob, 
Wrestlin’ destiny.  
Holy Ghost stiff-arm, 
Prophets in the huddle,  
Goliath on the D-line? 
Nah — he just a puddle.  

From Bethlehem streets 
To the NFL lights,  
He multiplies the loaves 
Into Super Bowl nights.  
No false idols, 
No flags on the play,  
When the Son runs the field, 
Every knee gotta pray.  

Je'
Touchdown! 
Touchdown!
Jesus! 
Jesus!
Running! 
Running!
Like a miracle!  

Touchdown! 
Touchdown!
Jesus! 
Jesus!
Holy! 
Holy!
Un-Stoppable!  

The crowd proclaims, 
The heavens roar,  
The Son of Man 
Has scored once more.

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TOUCHDOWN JESUS

Sabrina Carpenter's 'MANCHILD' - what it sounds like under the Influence, in a European nightclub @ 3:00 a.m.
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LYRICS:
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Oh boy

You said your phone was broken
Just forgot to charge it
Whole outfit you're wearing
God, I hope it's ironic

Did you-
Just say you're finished? 
Didn't know we started
It's all just so familiar, baby
What do you call it?

Stupid
Or is it slow?

Maybe it's useless?
But there's a cuter word for it, I know

Man-child
Why you always come a-running to me?
Fuck my life
Won't you let an innocent woman be?
Never heard of self-care
Half your brain just ain't there

Man-child
Why you always come a-running
Taking all my loving from me?

Why so sexy if so dumb?
And how survive the Earth so long?
If I'm not there, it won't get done
I choose to blame your mom

Man-child
Why you always come a-running to me?
Fuck my life
Won't you let an innocent woman be?
Never heard of self-care
Half your brain just ain't there

Man-child
Why you always come a-running
Taking all my loving from me?

Oh, I like my boys playing hard to get
And I like my men all incompetent
And I swear they choose me
I'm not choosing them
Amen, hey, men
Amen, hey, men

Oh, I like my boys playing hard to get 
And I like my men all incompetent 
And I swear they choose me
I'm not choosing them 
(Not choosing them)
Amen (Amen), hey, men (Hey, men)

Man-child
Why you always come a-running to me
(Always come a-running to me)
Fuck my life
Won't you let an innocent woman be? (Amen)

Oh, I like my boys playing hard to get 
(Play hard to get)
And I like my men all incompetent
And I swear they choose me
I'm not choosing them 

Amen 
Amen
Hey, men 
Hey, men

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MANCHILD | SABRINA CARPENTER | EUROPEAN NIGHTCLUB - 3:00 a.m.

a pop rock tribute to Britney by her distant half-brother, ROCKNEY SPEARS  
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LYRICS:
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Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah

I think I did it again
I made you believe
We're more than just friends
Oh baby
Might seem like a crush
But it doesn't mean that I'm serious
'Cause to lose all my senses
That is just so typically me
Oh baby, baby

Oops, I did it again
I played with your heart, 
Got lost in the game
Oh baby, baby
Oops, you think I'm in love
That I'm sent from above
I'm not that innocent

You see my problem is this
I'm dreaming away
Wishing that heroes, they truly exist
I cry, watching the days
Can't you see I'm a fool in so many ways
But to lose all my senses
That is just so typically me
Oh baby, oh

Oops, I did it again
I played with your heart, 
Got lost in the game
Oh baby, baby
Oops, you think I'm in love
That I'm sent from above
I'm not that innocent

Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah

All aboard
Britney, before you go, 
there's something I want you to have
Oh, it's beautiful, but wait a minute, 
Isn't this?
Yeah, yes it is
But I thought the old lady dropped it 
into the ocean in the end
Well baby, I went down 
and got it for you
Aww, you shouldn't have

Oops, I did it again to your heart
Got lost in this game, oh baby
Oops, you think that I'm sent from above
I'm not that innocent

Oops, I did it again
I played with your heart, 
Got lost in the game
Oh baby, baby
Oops, you think I'm in love
That I'm sent from above
I'm not that innocent

Oops, I did it again
I played with your heart, 
Got lost in the game
Oh baby, baby
Oops, you think I'm in love
That I'm sent from above
I'm not that innocent

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Not That Innocent (Rockney Spears)

meant to be

Alright, folks, guests, Broadway fans - Listen up! Tonight, Brandy, Monica, and Billy Porter take the stage in a puzzling three-way battle of hearts, wits, and seriously competitive love. They’re all after the same boy… and there’s no holding back. So hang on tight, because here it comes—the opening number of The Boy Is Mine!

THE BOY IS MINE, THE MUSICAL (Brandy, Monica & Billy Porter)

Oh yeah, uh…  
No, no, no, no…  
Listen…  

Rent is late but I don’t care  
Turn the lights down, love’s still there  
Bills are heavy, shoes are worn  
But this rhythm keeps me warm  

Laugh it off, I’m still alive  
Joy’s the way I learn to survive  

I don’t have problems, I got a groove (yeah, yeah)  
Dancing on nothing, nothing to lose (oh no)  
I don’t have problems, I got a groove (uh huh)  
Living on rhythm, heart still moves (moves, moves, yeah)  

Cheap mascara in the rain  
Club is crowded, we feel no pain  
Second-hand sparkle, spotlight shine  
We glow brighter, time after time  

Laugh it off, I’m still alive  
Joy’s the way I learn to survive  

I don’t have problems, I got a groove (say it loud)  
Dancing on nothing, nothing to lose (oh yeah)  
I don’t have problems, I got a groove (uh, come on)  
Living on rhythm, heart still moves (moves, yeah)  
 
Every failure turns to song (yeah)  
Every struggle makes me strong (so strong)  
We got nothing, but it’s enough (it’s enough)  
Hear the echo, feel the love (feel the love, yeah)  
 
I don’t have problems, I got a groove (no problems, no)  
Dancing on nothing, nothing to lose (nothing to lose, yeah)  
I don’t have problems, I got a groove (I got it, I got it)  
Living on rhythm, heart still moves (oh, still moves)  

I got a groove… oh yeah, yeah  
Dancing on nothing… nothing to lose, oh oh  
I got a groove… living on rhythm, yeah  
Heart still moves… yeah, yeah  
 
I don’t have problems, I got a groove  
Dancing on nothing, nothing to lose  
I don’t have problems, I got a groove  
Living on rhythm, heart still moves  
 
No problems, no…  
I got a groove, yeah  
Heart still moves…  
Mmm, yeah…  

I don’t have problems (RnB Pop reload)

YOU DONT KNOW

Main try karta hoon

a reimagining of "Die With a Smile" completely in Pig Latin
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Pig Latin is a fun way to change English words.
If a word starts with a vowel (a, e, i, o, u) — add “yay” at the end.
👉 apple → appleyay
If a word starts with a consonant — move the first sound to the end and add “ay.”
👉 dog → ogday
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LYRICS:
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Ooh  
(Oo-hay)  

I, I just woke up from a dream  
(I-yay, I-yay ust-jay oke-way up-yay om-fray a-yay eam-dray)  

Where you and I had to say goodbye  
(Ere-whay ou-yay and-yay I-yay ad-hay o-tay ay-say oodbye-gay)  

And I don't know what it all means  
(And-yay I-yay on't-day ow-knay at-whay it-yay all-yay eans-may)  

But since I survived, I realized  
(Ut-bay ince-say I-yay urvived-say, I-yay ealized-ray)  

Wherever you go, that's where I'll follow  
(Erever-whay ou-yay o-gay, at-thay's ere-whay I’ll-yay ollow-fay)  

Nobody's promised tomorrow  
(Obody-nay's omised-pray omorrow-tay)  

So I'ma love you every night like it's the last night  
(O-say I’m-a-yay ove-lay ou-yay every-yay ight-nay ike-lay it’s-yay e-thay ast-lay ight-nay)  

Like it's the last night  
(Ike-lay it’s-yay e-thay ast-lay ight-nay)  

If the world was ending, I'd wanna be next to you  
(If-yay e-thay orld-way as-way ending-yay, I’d-yay anna-way e-bay ext-nay o-tay ou-yay)  

If the party was over and our time on Earth was through  
(If-yay e-thay arty-pay as-way over-yay and-yay our-yay ime-tay on-yay Earth-yay as-way ough-thray)  

I'd wanna hold you just for a while and die with a smile  
(I’d-yay anna-way old-hay ou-yay ust-jay or-fay a-yay ile-whay and-yay ie-day ith-way a-yay ile-smay)  

If the world was ending, I'd wanna be next to you  
(If-yay e-thay orld-way as-way ending-yay, I’d-yay anna-way e-bay ext-nay o-tay ou-yay)  

Ooh  
(Oo-hay)  

Ooh, lost, lost in the words that we scream  
(Oo-hay, ost-lay, ost-lay in-yay e-thay ords-way at-thay e-way eam-scray)  

I don't even wanna do this anymore  
(I-yay on’t-day even-yay anna-way o-day is-thay anymore-yay)  

'Cause you already know what you mean to me  
(Ause-cay ou-yay already-yay ow-knay at-whay ou-yay ean-may o-tay e-may)  

And our love's the only war worth fighting for  
(And-yay our-yay ove-lay’s e-thay only-yay ar-way orth-way ighting-fay or-fay)  

Wherever you go, that's where I'll follow  
(Erever-whay ou-yay o-gay, at-thay’s ere-whay I’ll-yay ollow-fay)  

Nobody's promised tomorrow  
(Obody-nay’s omised-pray omorrow-tay)  

So I'ma love you every night like it's the last night  
(O-say I’m-a-yay ove-lay ou-yay every-yay ight-nay ike-lay it’s-yay e-thay ast-lay ight-nay)  

Like it's the last night  
(Ike-lay it’s-yay e-thay ast-lay ight-nay)  

If the world was ending, I'd wanna be next to you  
(If-yay e-thay orld-way as-way ending-yay, I’d-yay anna-way e-bay ext-nay o-tay ou-yay)  

If the party was over and our time on Earth was through  
(If-yay e-thay arty-pay as-way over-yay and-yay our-yay ime-tay on-yay Earth-yay as-way ough-thray)  

I'd wanna hold you just for a while and die with a smile  
(I’d-yay anna-way old-hay ou-yay ust-jay or-fay a-yay ile-whay and-yay ie-day ith-way a-yay ile-smay)  

If the world was ending, I'd wanna be next to you  
(If-yay e-thay orld-way as-way ending-yay, I’d-yay anna-way e-bay ext-nay o-tay ou-yay)  

Right next to you  
(Ight-ray ext-nay o-tay ou-yay)  

Next to you  
(Ext-nay o-tay ou-yay)  

Right next to you  
(Ight-ray ext-nay o-tay ou-yay)  

Oh-oh, oh  
(Oh-oh-yay, oh-yay)  

If the world was ending, I'd wanna be next to you  
(If-yay e-thay orld-way as-way ending-yay, I’d-yay anna-way e-bay ext-nay o-tay ou-yay)  

If the party was over and our time on Earth was through  
(If-yay e-thay arty-pay as-way over-yay and-yay our-yay ime-tay on-yay Earth-yay as-way ough-thray)  

I'd wanna hold you just for a while and die with a smile  
(I’d-yay anna-way old-hay ou-yay ust-jay or-fay a-yay ile-whay and-yay ie-day ith-way a-yay ile-smay)  

[SOUNDCLOUD CHARACTER LIMIT]

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Die With a Smile (The Best of Pig Latin Pop)

i was born in scotland isle of lewis . moved to united states 13 years ago. I write and compose music of all kinds.

For ten days I'm in RELOAD mode, reworking all my creations from the past twenty days and transforming them into a different musical universe
The entire sound is in my hands. I write cyber poetry, produce, and compose every track ready for Immersive 3D. Every beat is crafted for spatial and next-gen headphones.
Intimate lyrics, total immersion, every track.

For 30 years I kept unfinished demos to myself, never letting them out. Now I finish what I start and release it the moment it’s alive.

I make all types of music
I engineer all my music

Spotify & Apple Music: jowuf

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.



New tracks tagged #R&amp;B POP

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