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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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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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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"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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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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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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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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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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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

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

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.



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