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Written by Briyan Frederick Baker and Joe Maki ℗ by Blind Mime Music, ASCAP & Jomah Kai Music, ASCAP | briyanfrederick.com | babyfredmusic.com © Briyan Frederick Baker, Joseph Alan Maki. All rights reserved. Joe Maki: instrumental track Briyan Frederick: lyric, voice model, sunoai You're all askew Yet you're so subdued You leave no clues You're every hue Thoughts scattered, bounced and battered (About to burst) like black and blue I'm stultified By what's inside you I stand beside you I can't deny you You're this and that, where are you at (You're like a) punk rock haiku [chorus] Your chimera heart Can't seem to find my way into Your ki-ki-ki-chimera heart Can't penetrate, can't make it through Your chimera heart Ki-ki-ki- chimera heart Even the gods cannot impart (What is what inside) your chimera heart You're summer rain under the sun You're like the end before begun I'm tantalized by what's to come I lend an ear but you are dumb What are these trees the forest sees (what did you do) that can't be undone? [chorus] Your chimera heart Can't seem to find my way into Your ki-ki-ki-chimera heart Can't penetrate, can't make it through Your chimera heart Ki-ki-ki- chimera heart Even the gods cannot impart (What is what inside) your chimera heart [bridge] When your tears sllither down Past your smiling lips What now What will your bicameral muscle Flex to seal my fate While heaven waits It could be true What lover's do In love and war who Do dastard things to But heads or tails wins and fails (it's all the same) what devils prove And angels too [chorus] Your chimera heart Can't seem to find my way into Your ki-ki-ki-chimera heart Can't penetrate, can't make it through Your chimera heart Ki-ki-ki- chimera heart Even the gods cannot impart (What is what inside) your chimera heart {What's inside?} Oh, what's inside? {What's inside?} Oh, what's inside? {What's inside?} Oh, what's inside? Your Ki-ki-ki- chimera heart

Written by Briyan Frederick Baker and Joe Maki ℗ by Blind Mime Music, ASCAP & Jomah Kai Music, ASCAP | briyanfrederick.com | babyfredmusic.com © Briyan Frederick Baker, Joseph Alan Maki. All rights reserved. Joe Maki: original instrumental track, guitar, bass, drums. Briyan Frederick: lyric, voice model, sunoai This is a new one for 2026 with Joe providing the instrument track for Briyan to work the words. It's All Gonna Backfire [instrumental] The best laid plans of boys and men Can't always plan for what comes down next Life's a brittle mess of cobwebbed schemes Patchwork days in diaries The smartest people in the room Frolicking up there on the moon We watched it all in black and white But now we doubt what's wrong is right That's what it all comes down to bro It's not what you do, but who you know But even then you can't control [chorus] When it's all gonna backfire It's all gonna backfire On me and you Our children too It's all gonna backfire Well I got you and and you got me Let's agree to disagree On how to face this circumstance On who will lead this awkward dance That's what it all comes down to bro It's not what you do, but who you know But even then you can't control [chorus] When it's all gonna backfire It's all gonna backfire On me and you Our children too It's all gonna backfire Red-handed fools avoiding gazes Furtive eyes won't show their faces Or face the fact it's all a a lie Even the aliens don't know why The best laid plans of boys and men Can't always plan for what comes down next Watch your step, avoid that crack Or you will break your poor, poor mother's back That's what it all comes down to bro It's not what you do, but who you know But even then you can't control [chorus] When it's all gonna backfire It's all gonna backfire On me and you Our children too It's all gonna backfire It's all gonna backfire (no matter what we do or say) It's all gonna backfire …

Written by Briyan Frederick and Joe Maki ℗ by Blind Mime Music, ASCAP & Jomah Kai Music, ASCAP | briyanfrederick.com | babyfredmusic.com © Briyan Frederick Baker, Joseph Alan Maki. All rights reserved. Joe Maki: instrumental track: guitars, bass, drums Briyan Frederick: lyric, voice model, sunoai Wanda Golconda She's dressed in opulence and decadance She's eating cake before the meals commence She hoards and absorbs and pays no consequence Try as I might, wrong or right, she's blind to tolerance I'm just another man cut and pasted in Bowler hat and suit, no apple core within LIke a QR code, a cancel stamp, a mannequin Unsmiling unaware of what goes on in him [chorus] But my Wanda Golconda She's all I really need My Wanda Golconda Fulfills my every need I don't need much, just her midas touch Just to feed my greed My Wanda Golconda Means all the world to me My life's a videodrome of static digital noise Oddly uniform and oddly so precise Like a matrix boxed and squared multiplied and diced Glitching out of sync but everything is nice [chorus] But my Wanda Golconda She's all I really need My Wanda Golconda Fulfills my every need I don't need much, just her midas touch Just to feed my greed My Wanda Golconda Means all the world to me [bridge] Suit and tie, no mouth, no eyes Apartment complexities Extrapolate the mundane gestalt That puckers your extremeties [instrumental] Day after day this rhythm soothes my brain I'm duplicated, replicated but I can't complain This brave new world is something no one can quite name I am just another man falling down like rain [chorus] But my Wanda Golconda She's all I really need My Wanda Golconda Fulfills my every need I don't need much, just her midas touch Just to feed my greed My Wanda Golconda Means all the world to me

by Briyan Frederick Baker and Joe Maki ℗ by Blind Mime Music, ASCAP & Jomah Kai Music, ASCAP | briyanfrederick.com | babyfredmusic.com © Briyan Frederick Baker, Joseph Alan Maki. All rights reserved. Joe Maki: instrumental track, piano, bass, drums Briyan Frederick: lyric, sunoai As An Aside If I was one to say these things I might say something brash Something raw, without asking For a pass I might walk right into the trap you're laying And go all in the game you're playing If I was one to say What one might want to say If I was one to say these things I might say something crude Something wrongheadedly untrue Like one more rube I might talk until I'm blue In all my faces like I do If I was one to say What one might want to say And end up as the guy you someday mention Some poor soul you loosen tension with Merely yearly and insincerely As an aside As if all I am and all we have become Is just undone As an aside But I'm not one to say these things I'll hold it in and take the beating I'll say nothing and watch time fleeting And watch you leaving I might talk like I am different but it's not true I don't want the confrontation with the fool The fool I am will always say What one might want to say And end up as the guy you someday mention Some poor soul you loosen tension with Merely yearly and insincerely As an aside As if all I am and all we have become Is just undone As an aside A younger me might look away And pocket these emotions Mix them in with keys and potions Like little boys hold onto And old men sometimes do too So are you one to take these things And use them all against me Use them when I'm most expecting To see the truth somewhere deep within me And end up as the guy you someday mention Some poor soul you loosen tension with Merely yearly and insincerely As an aside As if all I am and all we have become Is just undone As an aside

Written by Briyan Frederick Baker ℗ by Blind Mime Music, ASCAP | briyanfrederick.com © Briyan Frederick Baker. All rights reserved. Briyan Frederick: tapegerm, guitar, voice model, sunoai With audio by Bev Stanton (Arthur Loves Plastic), Scott Carr (hebephrenic), Keith Hanlon (Zapruder Red), Chris Phinney (Mental Anguish) A Hint Of Things To Come A h-h-h- hint of things To come Sense sense sense orry overload-d-d- This is just a hint of things to come (Things to come) Things to come (Things to come) Things to come Follow the money Sense sense sense[whirrr] ]orry overload-d-d- A h-h-h- hint of things To come This is just a hint of things to come (Things to come) Things to come (Things to come) Things to come Let's break with tradition Something totally new Follow the money To the grave This is just a hint of things to come (Things to come) Things to come (Things to come) Things to come follow the money [This is just a hint of things to come (Things to come) Things to come (Things to come) Things to come

Written by Briyan Frederick Baker ℗ by Blind Mime Music, ASAP | blindmime.com © Briyan Frederick Baker. All rights reserved. Briyan Frederick: original 4-track recording model - guitar, bass, vocals, voice model, sunoai Gregg Allen: original saxophone Thank you for this moment And for each breath I take Thank you for the beauty I am free to contemplate Father won't you hear me Calling out to you Father won't you help me For I know not what to do In a world where children hunger Men accept defeat Mother's arms are empty Walking aimless in the street My heart is weighing heavy My soul is dark with fear Father can you hear me Father are you there Losing the desire To open up my eyes My world is cold and empty Do you hear me when I cry Do you see me when I stumble Do you feel me when I shake Will you help me through this darkness Help me learn from my mistakes Thank you for this moment For each breath I take Thank you for the beauty I am free to contemplate Oh Father won't you hear me I'm calling out to you Father won't you help me For I know not what to do

Written by Briyan Frederick ℗ by Blind Mime Music, ASAP | blindmime.com © Briyan Frederick Baker. All rights reserved. Briyan Frederick: original recording model, voice model, sunoai This was original written and recorded as a songfight around 2003. Cosmic Confirmation Seems there's something I'd forgotten Scattered through the days of all my years Losing sight from all the wanting Beyond the simple things I should hold dear But there's a light reaching through the darkness There's a candle on a window pane And when the night becomes its darkest That's when hope becomes a flame But if you're looking for a cosmic confirmation You're looking in the wrong place 'Cause there's a cosmic confirmation Staring you in the face Yeah, yeah, yeah When you're searching for salvation It's a needle in a haystack Are you looking for a revelation To set you on the right track But if you're looking for a cosmic confirmation You're looking in the wrong place 'Cause there's a cosmic confirmation Staring you in the face Yeah, yeah, yeah What is this thing we call love Washing through all of us If there is no heaven above Watching down on us But if you're looking for a cosmic confirmation You're looking in the wrong place 'Cause there's a cosmic confirmation Staring you in the face But if you're looking for a cosmic confirmation You're looking in the wrong place 'Cause there's a cosmic confirmation Staring you in the face Yeah, yeah, yeah

Written by Briyan Frederick Baker ℗ by Blind Mime Music, ASCAP | briyanfrederick.com © Briyan Frederick Baker. All rights reserved. Briyan Frederick: lyric, banjo, voice model, sunoai There's an old banjo in the basement at my mother's house. This weekend while I was there, I played it into my iPhone and wrote this lyric around it in sunoai. We Mussn't Complain The older I get, The less I find myself knowing 'Cos nobody knows Where the goers are going Even under their nose What the slaves get from rowing Every king without clothes Has a jester controlling I'm constantly baffled Just under my skin Surprised but well-traveled Don't let me begin Or I'll never stop ranting Though I'll never quite win That's what I get for living Just ask all of my friends But weren't you just saying We're due for some rain It's a long, long time coming But we mussn't complain No, we mussn't complain The jury's sequestered Can't get past the clerk The judge's last lecture Didn't really quite work 'Cos nobody's listening To old men like him They think they know better Just look at 'em grin But weren't you just saying We're due for some rain It's a long, long time coming But we mussn't complain No, we mussn't complain We all saw it coming when we prayed for the rain The grasshoppers swarming Then the seagulls all came And saved us all from hunger Come save us once (or is it twice or thrice?) again The older I get, The less I find myself knowing Now I'm lost, soaking wet Don't know which way the wind is blowing The boat is gonna capsize If we let one more in Let's pretend we don't notice 'Cos Jesus doesn't swim But weren't you just saying We're due for some rain It's a long, long time coming But we mussn't complain No, we mussn't complain We really can't complain (we mussn't, we mussn't) No, we really, really mussn't complain

Written by Briyan Frederick Baker ℗ by Blind Mime Music, ASCAP | blindmime.com © Briyan Frederick Baker. All rights reserved. Briyan Frederick: voice model, sunoai (from original seed recording - vocals, guitars, bass, piano, drums) My Addiction I've got something to tell you You've got something I need How can I compel you, oh Watch this beggar plead Come be my addiction, yeah I've got no self-control I am your passion junkie, oh Fix my hungry soul My head spins 'round in circles, mmm I'm falling off my feet Such a beautiful and crazy world But it's incomplete So come be my addiction, yeah I've got no self-control I am your passion junkie Fix my hungry soul Are you my destroying angel? Your eyes like heaven's flame I'd make a pact with the devil If my soul was mine to claim (ow!) Don't think I'll ever shake it There is no other way Leave me now I won't make it I'll do whatever you say So come be my addiction, oh I've got no self-control I am your passion junkie Fix my hungry soul So come be my addiction, yeah I've got no self-control I am your passion junkie Fix my hungry soul, yeah

Written by Briyan Frederick Baker ℗ by Blind Mime Music, ASAP | blindmime.com © Briyan Frederick Baker. All rights reserved. Briyan Frederick: voice model and sunoai from original 4-track recording - acoustic guitar, bass, synthesizer, drum pads Gregg Allen: original vocal Wayne Baker: original lead guitars Comes and Goes You lied and I forgave you You cried, I tried to save you, oh I couldn't save you, no [electric guitar lead fill] Your love comes and goes Oh, it comes and goes But sometimes you come and hold me And I feel your love enfolding me Oh, I long to be… Your love comes and goes Oh, it comes and goes Sometimes I feel so cold And then you come around although I know You'll never stick around I need you here tonight How come you deceive me And yet you never leave me alone? Sometimes I feel alone Your love comes and goes Oh, it comes and goes Your love comes and goes Oh, it comes and goes

Written by Briyan Frederick Baker Joe Maki ℗ by Blind Mime Music, ASCAP & Jomah Kai Music, ASCAP | blindmime.com | babyfredmusic.com © Briyan Frederick Baker and Joseph Alan Maki. All rights reserved. Joe Maki: original instrumental track Briyan Frederick: lyric, voice model, sunoai Flux Got to admit That it was easy To get over myself Lemony squeezy Pucker up-up-up-up-up And blow those kisses The medicine goes down With a couple pinches Just when you think you're at capacity That's when you draw on your tenacity Just when you think your whole life sucks You gotta shift… you gotta flux [chorus] You gotta flux (you gotta gotta gotta) You gotta flux You gotta flux (you gotta gotta gotta) You gotta flux Just when the tailspin Bounces back again That's when your tailwind Pulls you down and then Gutpunching you-you-you-you When least expected No less by you yourself and I All but rejected Just when you think you're at capacity That's when you draw on your tenacity Just when you think your whole life sucks You gotta shift… you gotta flux [chorus] You gotta flux (you gotta gotta gotta) You gotta flux You gotta flux (you gotta gotta gotta) You gotta flux If you go in expecting nothing And leave with nothing You'll never fool the wolf to stop his huffing To stop his puffing He's gonna blow the whole thing down And leave you laughing Won't that be something? Won't that be something? Now that I think about it It wasn't easy To get over myself Just left me wheezing But catch my breath (h-h-h-h} And blow those kisses The medicine goes down With just a couple pinches Just when you think you're at capacity That's when you draw on your tenacity Just when you think your whole life sucks You gotta shift… you gotta flux [chorus] You gotta flux (you gotta gotta gotta) You gotta flux You gotta flux (you gotta gotta gotta) You gotta flux

Written by Briyan Frederick Baker ℗ by Blind Mime Music, ASCAP | blindmime.com © Briyan Frederick Baker. All rights reserved. Briyan Frederick: original 4-track recording, voice and music model, sunoai I found a kind of discarded piece of music on an old 4-track multitrack tape. It was a bit of the acoustic guitar pattern and a vocal snppet with a synth, probably a Casio CZ-1000. I used this to base the music here and wrote a new lyric. Your Gravity's Pull I was the kind of believer I believed 'til the end At least I once thought so But believing depends On more than a victim Who can count on two hands Caught Counting to never At forever's command [chorus] I've spent my misfortune Unfortunately true Lost and found couldn't save me Lost and found my way to The hole in the fabric Of your gravity's pull (Of your gravity's pull) Pulling me back (forever and back) Iinto you When you break with the past The present will fail To conceal true identities And reveal them too well [chorus] I've spent my misfortune Unfortunately true Lost and found couldn't save me Lost and found my way to The hole in the fabric Of your gravity's pull (Of your gravity's pull) Pulling me back (forever and back) Iinto you [brdige] And your gavity's pulling me Closer and closer Closer and closer Closer and closer Closer and closer To you I'm still a believer I'm still with the fools Who believe in whatever Fools learn back in school You can teach me to read What's here on the wall But multiplication Just won't add up at all [chorus] I've spent my misfortune Unfortunately true Lost and found couldn't save me Lost and found my way to The hole in the fabric Of your gravity's pull (Of your gravity's pull) Pulling me back (forever and back) Iinto you And your gavity's pulling me Closer and closer Closer and closer Closer and closer Closer and closer To you

Written by Briyan Frederick Baker ℗ by Blind Mime Music, ASAP | blindmime.com © Briyan Frederick Baker. All rights reserved. Briyan Frederick: original recording, voice and music model, sunoai My Zombie Son I don't know when My little boy changed into him Now he's just a freak So stiff and cold, he doesn't speak Don't you look into his eyes Cuz before you realize [chorus] Oh no! (OH!) Oh, no! It's my zombie son Oh no! (OH!) Oh, no! It's my zombie son He wanders 'round From room to room making moaning sounds Stumbles in his dumb feet Bet he'd eat my brain for a midnight treat Don't you look into his eyes Cuz before you realize [chorus] Oh no! (OH!) Oh, no! It's my zombie son Oh no! (OH!) Oh, no! It's my zombie son His zombie friends Are just like him — will it never end? Think I'll just go and hide And return in two thousand thirty-five Don't you look into his eyes Cuz before you realize [chorus] Oh no! (OH!) Oh, no! It's my zombie son Oh no! (OH!) Oh, no! It's my zombie son

Written by Briyan Frederick Baker ℗ by Blind Mime Music, ASCAP | blindmime.com © Briyan Frederick Baker. All rights reserved. Briyan Frederick: acoustic guitar seed, lyric, voice model, sunoai That Hat Or This One I realize now but far too late That time itself is friends with fate And what fate and time together plan Is still something I don't understand But to understand the situations Circumstances, calculations That both of them cook up like a stew That shepherds only know how to brew [chorus] Put on that hat or this one Wear this smile or that one Many things or nothing Somehow come close to something But far away from the one thing That will explain all the uncertainty Surrounding all this mystery Then a chair slides while the radio squeaks My gnarled hands this hour speaks In tongues and fragments on the floor The cutting room will not ignore [chorus] Put on that hat or this one Wear this smile or that one Many things or nothing Somehow come close to something But far away from the one thing That will explain all the uncertainty Surrounding all this mystery [bridge] It's tempting to surmise But no one knows quite why Lives slip and slide right by Before you know it Before you try I realize now but far too late That time itself is friends with fate And the two of them into the sunset Part ways with me and what I don't get Collected wisdom settles in the mug With coffee grounds and long lost love Settles in my worn out heart And wisdom's mouth can't quite impart [chorus] Put on that hat or this one Wear this smile or that one Many things or nothing Somehow come close to something But far away from the one thing That will explain all the uncertainty Surrounding all this mystery

Written by Briyan Frederick Baker ℗ by Blind Mime Music, ASCAP | blindmime.com © Briyan Frederick Baker. All rights reserved. Briyan Frederick: lyric, MPC Sample beat, voice model, sunoai Apples and Oranges Oranges and apples Have nothing much in common But they'll consent to their consumption Apples and oranges Oranges and apples Sit together in a bowl Plastic fruit with plastic souls Apples and oranges But you can't fool me into thinking through the nonsense Chances are it's bullshit It's the apple of his eye But the orange is soft and dry (Turns out on the rebound) You can't escape the apple falling from the sky Oranges and apples Nothing quite compares While all the doo's won't dare Apples and oranges But you can't fool me into thinking through the nonsense Chances are it's bullshit It's the apple of his eye But the orange is soft and dry (Turns out on the rebound) You can't escape the apple falling from the sky I have a bone to pick with you You and your two-bit captain too Him and his suit all full of medals Barking orders at the devil Oh, he'll get his due And you will too Oranges and apples Have nothing much in common But they'll consent to their consumption Apples and oranges Oranges and apples Harbingers to dastardly deeds Things the script doesn't read Apples and oranges But you can't fool me into thinking through the nonsense Chances are it's bullshit It's the apple of his eye But the orange is soft and dry (Turns out on the rebound) You can't escape the apple falling from the sky Oranges and apples Apples and oranges Oranges and apples Apples and oranges [cut-and-paste fly-in effects and samples]

Written by Briyan Frederick Baker & Joe Maki ℗ by Blind Mime Music, ASCAP & Jomah Kai Music, ASCAP | blindmime.com | babyfredmusic.com © Briyan Frederick Baker, Joseph Alan Maki. All rights reserved. Joe Maki: instrumental track model, story Briyan Frederick: lyric, sunoai Bad Boy On Good Friday (I Ruined Everything) Good Friday, still and quiet air I sit in thought and silent prayer Each step He took, each burden borne A crown of thorns, a body torn I breathe in grace, I feel the weight Of love that chose this path, this fate A sacred hush, a holy space I rest within His boundless grace BUTTERY GOODNESS HOME PRIDE GOODNESS BALONEY AND MAYO NOT FISH AND POTATO I RUINED EVERYTHING I RUINED EVERYTHING I RUINED EVERYTHING WITH BALONEY ON FRIDAY WOE WOE WOE IS ME FATHER FORGIVE ME FATHER FORGIVE ME BLESS AND ABSOLVE ME BEFORE SATAN COMES CALLING I RUINED EVERYTHING I RUINED EVERYTHING I RUINED EVERYTHING WITH BALONEY ON FRIDAY WOE WOE WOE IS ME BUTTERY GOODNESS HOME PRIDE GOODNESS BALONEY AND MAYO NOT FISH AND POTATO I RUINED EVERYTHING I RUINED EVERYTHING I RUINED EVERYTHING WITH BALONEY ON FRIDAY WOE WOE WOE IS ME

Written by Briyan Frederick Baker and Joe Maki ℗ by Blind Mime Music, ASCAP & Jomah Kai Music, ASCAP | blindmime.com | babyfredmusic.com © Briyan Frederick Baker and Joseph Alan Maki. All rights reserved. Joe Maki: instrumental backing track music Briyan Frederick: lyric, sunoai Undercurrent The road forks up ahead Should we take this or that one there These kind of indecisions Leave my worn out senses bare You know me, I'm just as likely To take the one less-traveled lightly And let it all unravel on the gravel While we end up upended somewhere It's a constant undercurrent Yes, a constant undercurrent Dragging us down and under water But I keep coming up for air To find you waiting there I'm fairly uncertain we'll succeed The constant question is what is left Discarded on the trail behind me In heated moments torn and bereft I'm just no good at otherwises You've known me through all our surprises And what gets me through the compromises Is the funny way you turn from right to left It's a constant undercurrent Yes, a constant undercurrent Dragging us down and under water But I keep coming up for air To find you waiting there Look at what's become of what we were It could be worse, I guess That's all for sure and unrehearsed We can't erase it like a curse It leaves a mark we won't confess Even in the silence of a hearse All this comes clean between a glance This game of chance cuz what is life This game of wonder filled up with charms You pack 'em up with all the strife It's a constant undercurrent Yes, a constant undercurrent Dragging us down and under water But I keep coming up for air To find you waiting there…

Written by Briyan Frederick Baker ℗ by Blind Mime Music, ASCAP | blindmime.com © Briyan Frederick Baker. All rights reserved. Briyan Frederick: original 4-track cassette recording, words & music, voice model, sunoai You're sitting there in the chair we share Dreaming of somewhere very far from there As I reach out to brush away your hair You ask me why it passed us by And I don't really know Where did it go I guess I should have known How much it hurt you so I must admit I find it hard to sit In that chair without a care As I think about and battle with my doubts I'm so ashamed I caused you pain And I don't really know Where did it go I guess I've always known How much it hurt you so It hits me hard some nights Some nights I cannot fight it Some nights no matter how I try It don't matter now that I Realize the truth of why You're crying in a chair while I walk by You're sitting there in the chair we share Dreaming of somewhere so very far from there… And I don't really know Where did it go I guess I should have known How much it hurt you so

Written by Briyan Frederick Baker ℗ by Blind Mime Music, ASCAP | blindmime.com © Briyan Frederick Baker. All rights reserved. Briyan Frederick: original 4-track cassette recording, lyrics, music, voice model, sunoai Pony Tail Hey girl With the ponytail Tell me What are your thoughts hanging in on Hey girl With the sad brown eyes Tell me What are your thoughts hanging in on And is it dark outside Where do your thoughts run and hide Why don't you open up your heart Just a little bit And let me step inside Oh, let me step inside Hey girl With the tender smile Tell me What are your thoughts hanging in on Is this where our hearts collide Feel like I'm up against a rising tide Why don't you open up and smile Just a little bit And let me step inside Oh let me step inside I really don't know the way Don't hardly know what to say But there's one thing I do know very well There's something about your pony tail Something words forever fail Hey girl With the ponytail Tell me What are your thoughts hanging in on Let's take this higher and higher No matter how our fates conspire Just open up your heart Just a little bit And let me step inside [oh, let me step in…) Oh, let me step inside [oh, let me step in…) Oh, let me step inside [oh, let me step in…) Oh, let me step inside [oh, let me step in…) Oh, let me step inside

Written by Briyan Frederick Baker ℗ by Blind Mime Music, ASCAP | blindmime.com © Briiyan Frederick Baker. All rights reserved. Briyan Frederick: lyrics and music, original 4-track recording, casio cz-1000, percussion, vocals, voice and music models, sunoai Your Whispering Soul With open eyes Let go of your tears and cry From deep down inside You can set it free All of the years of your life Overcoming your pride [chorus] You can't see You can't see what I'm seeing You can't feel Feel what I'm touching What is real What whispers inside What do you feel Whispering inside your soul? Why turn away It's here right before your eyes You cannot fight Open up and accept All the times time just laughed in your face When you run away [chorus] You can't see You can't see what I'm seeing You can't feel Feel what I'm touching What is real What whispers inside What do you feel Whispering inside your soul? [Bridge] Something you cannot touch It has a beat What escapes your clutch Your heart completes Don't ignore the signs The darkness will blind what shines It's wasted time But if you open your eyes And set your doubts aside And try [chorus] You can't see You can't see what I'm seeing You can't feel Feel what I'm touching What is real What whispers inside What do you feel Whispering inside your soul?

Written by Briyan Frederick Baker ℗ by Blind Mime Music, ASCAP | blindmime.com © Briyan Frederick Baker. All rights reserved. Briyan Frederick: original live recording, voice and music model Sunny Again It's Sunny again She comes around now and then In through my window She falls upon my sheets And kisses my face Saying, "ain't life sweet?" Then Sunny again Is taking my hand And flashing her smile Saying, "ain't life grand?" Oh, Sunny gives a show Seems everyone I know Says we are quite the pair Me and Sunny everywhere It's Sunny again She comes around now and then But Sunny again Will leave me I know Oh sunny Take me everywhere you go (oh…) Oh sunny I'll never tell a soul

Written by Briyan Frederick Baker ℗ by Blind Mime Music, ASCAP | blindmime.com © Briyan Frederick Baker. All rights reserved. Music and voice model from orginal music by Briyan Frederick Art Bomb Let's drop an Art bomb on this whole wide world Let's drop an Art bomb on this whole wide world We'll fill it with color We'll fill it with song Stop painting by numbers Of people now gone Let's drop an Art bomb on this whole wide world Let's drop an Art bomb on this whole wide world Let's fly over London Watch Russia go boom Mexico's gonna love it And America too -- yeah Let's drop an Art bomb on this whole wide world Let's drop an Art bomb on this crazy, crazy old world We're blowin' up the Internet A billion views on Youtube get Your mom is gonna be proud Cuz all the talking heads will say There was no war on earth today While art bombs cover your town Let's drop an Art bomb on this whole wide world Let's drop an Art bomb on this crazy, crazy old world Let's drop an Art bomb on this whole wide world Let's drop an Art bomb on this crazy, crazy old world

Written by Briyan Frederick Baker, Bev Stanton, Lisa Monticiello ℗ by Blind Mime Music, ASCAP | blindmime.com © Briyan Frederick Baker. All rights reserved. Original recording, instrumentation and voice model by Briyan Frederick If I Fell Off This Earth Tonight If I fell off this earth tonight I wouldn't make a sound I'd watch it spinning out of sight Spinning 'round and 'round How could I find the words How could I ever make it right When all the stars that shimmer all around me Say everything I might? Oh… If I fell off this earth tonight I wouldn't make a sound But if you held me really tight And pulled me to the ground Then could we find the words And somehow hold onto the night With all the stars whirling all around us Saying everything we might? And oh If we don't say a word Maybe time won't find us But forever could 'Cos oh I think forever knows That time is blinded When you hold me close oh… If I fell off this earth tonight I wouldn't make a sound I'd watch it spinning out of sight Spinning 'round and 'round How could I find the words How could they ever be as right As all the stars falling all around me Saying everything I might? oh… oh… oh… oh… oh… oh…

Written by Briyan Frederick Baker ℗ by Blind Mime Music, ASAP | blindmime.com © Briyan Frederick Baker. All rights reserved. Briyan Frederick: lyric, original 4-track cassette recording, voice and music model When the Shepherd Sleeps You avoid the streets at midnight Hide under the covers Be wary of the moonlight Behind your back is where it hovers And you need a little shelter So take it where you can get it And when the fever swelters You gotta let it, you gotta let it You better watch it when the shepherd sleeps 'Cause just beneath the surface hides a little tension Like a wolf waiting to be king Watch it man, watch it man, watch out when the shepherd sleeps the wolf is at your door now A bitter smile while he fondles the knife And if your conscious simply backs down He's an emotion like than axe to the bride He'll have you running 'round in circles You know he knows the shame in your soul And should you dare to face the world He'll remind you he's the one in control You better watch it when the shepherd sleeps 'Cause just beneath the surface hides a little tension Like a wolf waiting to be king Watch it man, watch it man, watch out when the shepherd sleeps Your shepherds getting sleepy Counting sheep where wolves are creeping Around a corner least expecting A tender heart no one's protecting Be wary of her love bites Casting spells without a potion Bribe an angel for his insights Into the plans they've set in motion There's no answers for their riddles The dice are loaded with your fate Now all your hopes have only fizzled And there's no hope you can escape You better watch it when the shepherd sleeps 'Cause just beneath the surface hides a little tension Like a wolf waiting to be king Watch it man, watch it man, watch out when the shepherd better watch it when the shepherd sleeps 'Cause just beneath the surface hides a little tension Like a wolf waiting to be king Watch it man, watch it man, watch out when the shepherd sleeps

Written by Briyan Frederick Baker and Joe Maki ℗ by Blind Mime Music, ASCAP & Jomah Kai Music, ASCAP | blindmime.com | babyfredmusic.com © Briyan Frederick Baker, Joseph Alan Maki. All rights reserved. Joe Maki: original instrumental tracks Briyan Frederick: voice and music model mar '26 take My Girl Said My girl said to me Walking out the door She said there must be more than what you've given me My girl said to me She was just tired of trying I guess I can't deny it; what my girl said to me She was tired of playing games, oh too many games I feigned misunderstanding but I understood the pain That's when I got down on my knees I wanted just to please I asked her to forgive me but she turned away from me My girl said to me Walking out the door She said there must be more than what you've given me My girl said to me She was just tired of trying I guess I can't deny it; what my girl said to me She was tired of giving in to all my masquerades Then I waited for a grin while she rained on my parade 'Til I was wet down to the bone, I was cold, I was alone I told her I still loved her but she even packed the goddamned telephone! My girl said to me Walking out the door She said there must be more than what you've given me My girl said to me She was just tired of trying I guess I can't deny it; what my girl said to me [vocals become more emotive] Now I fear she's far away, I don't know what to say I close the door and now I lie in this darkened room and play I play with gasoline, oh gasoline is king It can burn away this hurt inside, burn it till I'm free

Written by Briyan Frederick Baker ℗ by Blind Mime Music, ASAP | blindmime.com © Briyan Frederick Baker. All rights reserved. Vocal and music modeled from recording by Briyan Frederick All My Love Come a little bit closer Come on closer to me Come a little bit closer, darling And you will see All my love, all my love is true All my love, all my love's for you And have I ever told you Where I long to be 'Cause girl when I hold you I can surely see All my love, all my love is true All my love, all my love's for you Everything I am (everything) Everything I can be Everything I am (everything) Everything I can be I will be for you… Come a little bit closer Come on closer to me Come a little bit closer, darling You will see All my love, all my love is true All my love, all my love's for you All my love, all my love is true All my love, all my love's for you (for you)

Written by Briyan Frederick Baker ℗ by Blind Mime Music, ASAP | blindmime.com © Briyan Frederick Baker. All rights reserved. Music and voice modeled from songs recorded by Briyan Come Mess Around With Me Too many times I've settled for less But I would die for your tenderness Come into my arms Come mess around with me I'm taking this chance you'll see the light All because of what I feel inside It's making me crazy Come mess around with me You heard right, that's what I said And maybe the fire's gone to my head But it feels alright Come mess around with me Come mess around with me I'll be the first one to admit You can't make heads or tails of it But I don't mind Come mess around with me You heard right, that's what I said And maybe the fire's gone to my head But it feels alright Come mess around with me Come mess around with me Too many times I've settled for less But I would die for your tenderness Come into my arms Come mess around with me I'm heading head first into head over heels How can this be so incredibly real? Are you feeling it too? Come mess around with me You heard right, that's what I said And maybe the fire's gone to my head But it feels alright Come mess around with me Come mess around with me You heard right, that's what I said And maybe the fire's gone to my head But it feels alright Come mess around with me Come mess around with me [final guitar chord rings out]

Written by Briyan Frederick Baker ℗ by Blind Mime Music, ASCAP | blindmime.com © Briyan Frederick Baker. All rights reserved. Briyan Frederick: music and vocal model, lyric, sunoai 3 am, awake and restless Can't get some sleep What's got me's got me going So I can't get no sleep It keeps replaying Over and over under and over The pattern's all crumpled What's more to discover And I'm all but over you What else can I do When it's all become discarded Don't ask me all about it When I'm all but over you Can't solve this equation I'm unequal to the task What's the simple solution I cannot ever seem to ask? And I'm all but over you What else can I do When it's all become discarded Don't ask me all about it When I'm all but over you Talk to me, talk to me I'm only an adverb lost and ellipsisd Talk to me, talk to me Your presence eclipses me Your presence eclipses me I'm only your riddle Trapped behind lipstick Smudged on a mirror I'll never quite get it And I'm all but over you What else can I do When it's all become discarded Don't ask me all about it When I'm all but over you All but over You…

Written by Briyan Frederick Baker ℗ by Blind Mime Music, ASCAP | blindmime.com © Briyan Frederick Baker. All rights reserved. Briyan Frederick: lyric, music & vocal model They Call This Winning One thing for sure We're gonna get what's coming There's only so much running You can do 'til you get your due It's just the picture you've been painting That never captures what you're saying Flailing all about with all your hands just reaching out They call this winning They call this winning They call this winning They call this winning Another temper tantrum Like every tantrum isn't tempered Every shock they don't remember Until enough of us call the bluff They call this winning They call this winning They call this winning They call this winning If beggars can't be choosers What choice do we really have but this To take the silver pennies And fake a goodbye kiss One thing for sure We're gonna get what's coming The bottom's all but plunging Fumbling for any clue They call this winning They call this winning They call this winning They call this winning

Written by Briyan Frederick Baker ℗ by Blind Mime Music, ASCAP | blindmime.com © Briyan Frederick Baker. All rights reserved. Briyan Frederick: words, effects, plunderphonics, tapegerms, sunoai I saw Bill Burr in Salt Lake and these are some phrases that stuck in my mind from his set. I think he was a little freaked by the atmosphere here.

Written by Briyan Frederick Baker ℗ by Blind Mime Music, ASCAP | blindmime.com © Briyan Frederick Baker. All rights reserved. Briyan Frederick: acoustic guitar, lyric, sunoai My Weekend My weekend was pretty uneventful Undramatic, very un-sus-penseful That's sort of how I like it now That's sort of how it goes somehow I mostly sat around just thinking Mostly me and my dog, not speaking She looks at me in her sideways way Why does this guy not chase balls and play? [chorus] My weekend My weekend Came and went, I guess It's not so much what happened than What didn't happen then To make my weekend An unqualified success Thanks for asking, by the way How was yours, was it OK? Did you do that thing you mentioned on Friday I forget, but it sounded bitchin', I must say Tell me all about it, won't you? Tell me all the doo's and don't you's I'm quite vicariously living through you Throughout your every single signal virtue [chorus] My weekend My weekend Came and went, I guess It's not so much what happened than What didn't happen then To make my weekend An unqualified success [bridge] Left alone to my devices I'd be avoiding every crises That ever cleared my weak defenses 'Cos I don't care for most of your suggestions How was my weekend? I must say I don't know if social graces can convey Let's just get on with the work at hand My weekend, pretty much, just went as planned [chorus] My weekend My weekend Came and went, I guess It's not so much what happened than What didn't happen then To make my weekend An unqualified success

Written by Briyan Frederick Baker & Joe Maki ℗ by Blind Mime Music and Jomah Kai Music, ASCAP | blindmime.com | babyfredmusic.com © Briyan Frederick Baker and Joseph Alan Maki. All rights reserved. Joe Maki: instrumental backing Briyan Frederick: lyric and sunoai Tarrytown I've gathered moss here For far too long, I hear I've lingered and bonded here But life isn't really about that at all It doesn't rise and fall on this and that here But here is where my time has spent Here is where it came and went Here is where I've tarried Here is where the pails are carried [chorus] Stuck inside a tarrytown You'll find me in photos in the drive Where some have somehow still survived All the years have all flown by But who am I (who am I) Who am I inside this tarrytown? My business serves to build up dreams And through the years I've heard some things Inside tight manufactured deadlines Clocks are cruel below the headlines A steady stream of over budgets Save the days and sort of trusteds And then forgotten truth be tolds When it all comes down to what we hold [chorus] Stuck inside a tarrytown You'll find me in photos in the drive Where some have somehow still survived All the years have all flown by But who am I (who am I) Who am I inside this tarrytown? [bridge] Collected wisdom's not worth much Outside a tarrytown the language is a riddle The system's faddle fiddled And now the time is all but piddled away Because nothing really stays Now this is how the final verse Wins its way to being Unrehearsed the fleeting feeling That if I stay it's me they're stealing But none of this is true Because a tarrytown is never you A tarrytown might flirt with fate And tell your dreams to wait [chorus] Stuck inside a tarrytown You'll find me in photos in the drive Where some have somehow still survived All the years have all flown by But who am I (who am I) Who am I inside this tarrytown? [outro] Inside this tarrytown Inside this tarrytown…

Written by Briyan Frederick Baker and Joe Maki ℗ by Blind Mime Music and Jomah Kai Music, ASCAP | blindmime.com | babyfredmusic.com © Briyan Frederick Baker, Joseph Alan Maki. All rights reserved. Nothing For Money They break their back for daily bread Then look back on the roads they've tread On dust and tears upon the trail So many years inside a cell Compounding interest while we sleep More for us the more we keep Spinning webs of all our schemes It's always less than what it seems [chorus] Doing nothing for money It's so absurd it must be funny Royalties ad infinitum The more we get the more we gottem Doing nothing for money Invest a nickel , make a dime The power grid's on all the time The national product must keep growing If we're to harvest all this sowing [chorus] Doing nothing for money It's so absurd it must be funny Royalties ad infinitum The more we get the more we gottem Doing nothing for money [bridge] Fly over all the pent up rage They'll watch while our jesters take the stage Dressed in all their hopes and fears They may scoff and they may jeer But they'll come back again next year Let's calculate the royalties Interest is like a cruel disease Multiplied by roots and squares And plunder all the leftovers there Let's let the models generate And perpetuate the finance state The value's only what we choose Some will win but most will lose [chorus] Doing nothing for money It's so absurd it must be funny Royalties ad infinitum The more we get the more we gottem Doing nothing for money [outro] Doing nothing for money (gittum gottem) Doing nothing for money (gittum gottem) Doing nothing for money (gittum gottem) Doing nothing for money

Written by Briyan Frederick Baker ℗ by Blind Mime Music, ASCAP | blindmime.com © Briyan Frederick Baker. All rights reserved.

Written by Briyan Frederick Baker and Jorge Iturrieta ℗ by Blind Mime Music, ASCAP | blindmime.com © Briyan Frederick Baker, Jorge Iturrieta. All rights reserved. Read about it at https://open.substack.com/pub/dabodab/p/you-just-go-where-you-go

Written by Briyan Frederick Baker ℗ by Blind Mime Music, ASCAP | blindmime.com © Briyan Frederick Baker. All rights reserved. Burn This burn this… burn this… burn this… Compact… Disc… Recordable… burn this burn this Compact Disc Recordable homemade project audio art form anyone welcome any strange sound any… style any… noise These are my stipulations… Your pal, Hal burn this burn this Compact Disc Recordable burn this burn this spin the signal two minutes five minutes maximum minimum two… two… two… five… five… five… These are my stipulations… Your pal, Hal plastic orbit silver memory sealed transmission someone listening somewhere listening burn this burn this Compact Disc Recordable burn this burn this send the signal no files no data no edits reject rejected-ed-ed-ed reject These are my stipulations… Your pal, Hal tasteless… acceptable end the sound spin the disc tiny solar system any sound any noise any strange idea burn this burn this Compact Disc Recordable burn this burn this burn this burn this… burn this… Compact Disc Recordable… burn this… burn this… Your pal, Hal

Written by Briyan Frederick Baker ℗ by Blind Mime Music, ASCAP | blindmime.com © Briyan Frederick Baker. All rights reserved. Aquatic Monsters astral diamonds module six aquatic monsters rising from the drowned shore aquatic monsters tidal wave blackdagger ruins players drifting into backstory the neverwinter guard assumed dead aquatic monsters aquatic monsters rising from the drowned shore module six elemental evil oh, hydra elemental princess oh, hydra legion rising from the water aquatic monsters pirates rogues sailors cult members in the tide emerald enclave sea elves forming an alliance aquatic monsters aquatic monsters take peace back to the region

Written by Briyan Frederick Baker ℗ by Blind Mime Music, ASCAP | blindmime.com © Briyan Frederick Baker. All rights reserved. Briyan Frederick: electronics, piano, percussion, samples, sunoai

Written by Briyan Frederick Baker ℗ by Blind Mime Music, ASCAP | blindmime.com © Briyan Fredreick Baker. All rights reserved. Briyan Frederick: cut-up spam messages, sunoai

Written by Briyan Frederick with samples from the Tapegerm Fluxus Fone Project https://tapegerm.org/fluxus-fone-project/ ℗ by Blind Mime Music, ASAP | blindmime.com © Briyan Frederick Baker. All rights reserved. This recording is CC BY 4.0 Briyan Frederick and Tapegerm Collective. Briyan Frederick: guitars, synthesizers, tapegerms, sunoai

Written by Briyan Frederick Baker and Wayne Baker ℗ by Blind Mime Music, ASAP | blindmime.com © Briyan Frederick Baker. All rights reserved. This was originally written and recorded on 4-track cassette around 1988 with by brother Wayne contributing electric guitars and bass, me on acoustic guitar, drums and vocals. It's been remodeled in Suno in 2026, seeded with the original recording by Briyan Frederick. On the Outskirts Of Town All you people gather 'round Take a look at what I have found Out beyond our foolish bound-a-ries On the outskirts of town Hang your heads Hang your heads down Look at us Don't you feel proud? But step outside and you'll realize it's a dream On the outskirts of town On the outskirts of town We spend our days counting We count on ignorance and fate To lead the way Daylight comes and it goes While the darkness deep within us grows And although our hearts say stay away We go to the outskirts of town To the outskirts of town We spend our days counting We count on ignorance and fate To lead the way We witness our own devastation We bury our dead with promises of salvation For they have seen the glory of our time On the outskirts of town On the outskirts of town On the outskirts of town On the outskirts of town

Written by Carolyn Hill Moore, Adam David, Robert Duley, Steve Davison, Briyan Frederick This version ℗ by Blind Mime Music, ASCAP N© under CC BY 4.0 license | A.I. Music Society and blindmime.com This is a lyric collaboration with members of A.I. Music Society. I've noted who contributed each line. I was off doing something else and so I just took what they had completed and finished it. I'm Making Room For a Smile I’m sitting all alone without my big red phone [Carolyn] Going on a digital detox for a while [Robert] Stop the doom scroll, leave my room for a stroll [Adam] Stop the doom scroll to make room for a smile [Briyan] I'm making room for a smile [Briyan] I'm letting go for a while [Briyan] Let the world pass me by [Briyan] Let 'em all wonder why [Briyan] I'm making room for a smile [Briyan] The seasons turn, and I turn with 'em [Adam] Under a pale ghostly light [Steve] Time moves to its own sacred rhythm [Adam] Where long summer days, fade to cold winter nights [Robert] So I'm making room for a smile [Briyan] I'm letting go for a while [Briyan] Let the world pass me by [Briyan] Let 'em all wonder why [Briyan] I'm making room for a smile [Briyan] Let it all just pile up [Briyan] I'm climbing down and getting out [Briyan] Getting out to lag about [Briyan] Let whatever comes come what may [Briyan] Let it all just slip away [Briyan] I follow the path, to the edge of town [Robert] Leave behind the grey for the greater green [Adam] Tell them nothing if someone asks [Briyan] I'm making room for in betweens [Briyan] And for every everything [Briyan] I'm making room for my dreams [Briyan] I'm making room for a smile [Briyan] I'm letting go for a while [Briyan] Let the world pass me by [Briyan] Let 'em all wonder why [Briyan] I'm making room for a smile [Briyan] I'm making room for a smile [Briyan] I'm letting go for a while [Briyan] Let the world pass me by [Briyan] Let 'em all wonder why [Briyan] I'm making room for a smile [Briyan]

Written by Briyan Frederick Baker and Joe Maki ℗ by Blind Mime Music and Jomah Kai Music, ASCAP | blindmime.com | babyfredmusic.com © Briyan Frederick Baker and Joseph Alan Maki. All rights reserved. Given This all may simply be crazy Pushbutton training and lazy It may seem deferential and foolish Until all your plans end up wasteful and useless Don't you all realize Where you stand you'll someday fertilize You either lead or you'll be driven Blah blah blah… that's just a given Given, given, given, yeah Given Given, given, given We all must face the times we live in Given, given, given, yeah Your life is just a given You either move or you are moved on Bulldozed over and improved upon Technology always overtakes you You better let your fate and its children forsake you Given, given, given, yeah Given Given, given, given We all must face the times we live in Given, given, given, yeah Your life is just a given Smell the roses But the thorns Have a purpose They adorn Crowned and trampled Underfoot Left foresook Misunderstood Pushing forward ever forward Beat the street and knife the cowards There's little left here to inherit Little to do but grin and bare it Stale shablee to toast a future Bereft of love after its sutured You either lead or you'll be driven Blah blah blah… that's just a given Given, given, given, yeah Given Given, given, given We all must face the times we live in Given, given, given, yeah Your life is just a given It's just a given, yeah It's just a given, yeah YEAH, yeah yeah, yeah Your life is just a given

Written by Briyan Frederick Baker ℗ by Blind Mime Music, ASCAP | blindmime.com © Briyan Frederick Baker. All rights reserved. About this song: I found the snippet that forms the basis of this song hiding on a 4-track Studiomaster multitrack and dropped it into suno, fleshing it out into something whole. Paranoid Justify (justify) Scrape away tension (vision) And change it all (change it all) Just to be away from it You get paranoid (paranoid) I don't know (I don't know) Scrape away the tension Without losing all control Hey you (hey you) Hey you (hey you) Hey you (hey you) Yes, yes, you Magnify (magnify) Every small fracture (fracture) Turn it around (turn it around) Until the edges disappear You hear the noise (the noise) Inside the tone (inside the tone) Peel away the pressure Before it turns to stone Hey you (hey you) Hey you (hey you) Hey you (hey you) Yes, yes, you Close the blinds (close the blinds) Someone is listening (listening) Turn down the lights (turn down the lights) Every doubt starts to breathe You hear your name (your name) But no one's there (no one's there) Scrape away the silence Before it fills the air Hey you (hey you) Hey you (hey you) Hey you (hey you) Yes, yes, you Hey you (hey you) Hey you (hey you) Hey you (hey you) Yes, yes, you

Written by Briyan Frederick Baker ℗ by Blind Mime Music, ASCAP | blindmime.com © Briyan Frederick Baker. All rights reserved. About the song: I found a couple tracks hiding on 4-track master #3 which were half speed so they must have been leftover tracks from when I was recording on the Studiomaster 4-track, my first 4-track machine, around 1983. The tracks were just acoustic guitars which I fed into Suno and built an arrangement that took a while to flesh out while writing the lyric. Dramatic Pause I know I've been given To dramatic pause It's quite the anti-climatic fatal flaw I know And no doubt I have a litany of reasons That make me hesitate And more than just routinely, leave me saddled with restraint I know All caught up… In a dramatic pause All caught up… And guilty of the charge All caught up… In a dramatic pause Just because what must be the cause Is just because It's terrible to behold What the circumstance reveals Because it makes it all the more real I know All caught up… In a dramatic pause All caught up… And guilty of the charge All caught up… In a dramatic pause Just because what must be the cause Is just because Backwards I find myself falling Backwards There and back And back again Backwards Always backwards Again and again I know I've been given To dramatic pause It's quite the anti-climatic fatal flaw I know Yes, I know it's the thing that I do around you And that this tendency belies Things I cannot deny are ultimately true I know All caught up… In a dramatic pause All caught up… And guilty of the charge All caught up… In a dramatic pause Just because what must be the cause Is just because

Written by Briyan Frederick Baker ℗ by Blind Mime Music, ASCAP | blindmime.com © Briyan Frederick Baker. All rights reserved. One More Time One more time for old time's sake One more time won't make or break Whatever we've been doing here Let me make that crystal clear One more time before it's over It won't be long 'til we have closure Parting ways with smiles and handshakes Cheers to all the turns our lives take One more time One more time Old friend of mine, do you mind Just one more time? One more time the song we're playing Pushes dreams that we're still chasing But we're all caught up in another day That before it comes it's gone away One more time One more time Old friend of mine, do you mind Just one more time? I used to wonder Where it all leads me But my thoughts deceived me (one more time) Because they always somehow lead me here Where our old hearts draw us near One more time until the end One more time my dear old friend One more time to hope for more One more time to grace your door One more time for crazy stories One more time for youthful glories One more time is not enough But one more time may be all we've got One more time One more time Old friend of mine, do you mind Just one more time?

Written by Briyan Frederick Baker ℗ by Blind Mime Music, ASCAP | blindmime.com © Briyan Frederick Baker. All rights reserved. Creatively Aging Stop me if I've told this one before Stay a little longer You've got the time for just one more It's just some harmless pitter patter Don't mind the chair -- it's old and tattered Just like me, my dear Just like me [chorus] I'm creatively aging While my thoughts still fill the space I'm creatively aging Before these lines overun my face 'til I'm displaced by the shiny and the new It's what I'll do Creatively aging 'Cos I'm not through with Creatively aging you too I'll show you how to tie that knot Over not under… wait, I forgot It's under than over and through the loop then taught It may just come in handy in a pinch Forget the metrics inch by inch Wait and see which is which Just wait and see [chorus] These are the golden years, they say My how the time just slipped away It seems forever and yet only yesterday… [chorus]

Written by Briyan Frederick Baker ℗ by Blind Mime Music, ASCAP | blindmime.com © Briyan Frederick Baker. All rights reserved. Cochino Diñero It may be dirty May be bleak I may be scraping By this week But tomorrow's coming Before you know And I'll be spending all my dirty money Everywhere I go [chorus] Oh, the things we do for money (Cochino dinero) Keeping their hives all full of honey (Cochino dinero) Just think about tomorrow No time for useless sorrow (Cochino dinero) Cochino dinero This shit ain't nothing Don't really care What they got me humping Send me anywhere I might as well be doing All their this and that Soon I'll be spending all my dirty money Where the party's at [chorus] Right or wrong, what comes along Ain't do or die, won't make me cry The man can demand my blistered hands But sooner or later (yes, sooner or later) Sooner or later all the money will be spent It may be dirty May be bleak I may be scraping By this week But I'll be dancing Nights away Galavanting Wherever his dinero pays my way [chorus]

Written by Briyan Frederick Baker and Joe Maki ℗ Blind Mime Music, ASCAP & Jomah Kai Music, ASCAP | blindmime.com | babyfredmusic.com © Briyan Frederick Baker, Joseph Alan Maki. All rights reserved. Enemy Affinities Just when you think It's not us , it's them That's when you least expect it You're blind to all the trends You're rolling back, but stationary You click and clack, but quite contrary What you cannot see is The wolf is having Mary And Moe loves Curly, despises Larry [chorus] Enemy affinities That infiltrate communities That play on all our biases I wake up and beside me I am sleeping with my enemy His affinities inside of me Enemy affinities (ooooh…) Enemy affinities I'm pretty sure about it Undoubtedly I'm quietly assured By the voices in my head That go on talking, undeterred [chorus] Just when you think It's not us , it's them That's when you get rejected And suddenly your friends Don't pick up calls, only texts They put up walls you don't expect What's going on here is What phantoms don't reflect And Bugs and Elmer never get [chorus] Monkeys see what monkeys do As long as all our friends do too (do too do too do too do too) Monkeys see what monkeys do As long as all our friends do too (do too do too do too do too)

Written by Briyan Frederick Baker ℗ by Blind Mime Music, ASCAP | blindmime.com © Briyan Frederick Baker. All rights reserved. More Bluster Than Muster More bluster than muster Hidden rust beneath the luster Much said but what's done When all the races are run? No one's balancing the till It's a cup you'll never fill Something's always way, way up there More bluster than muster More bluster than muster She calls you "friend" but do you trust her? You know the kind we land upon When workplace gossip goes all wrong Who's there toiling day by day A yolk of slack won't go away Don't understand the souls of hucksters More bluster than muster Those blustering fools Fooling all of us rubes Who aren't hip to the game That mustering courage Is an errand fools leave to their fate That forever awaits While no one's minding the gates More bluster than muster He dons his shades, we call him Buster And all the men behind curtains Are always more or less certain They'll get away in waiting cars With the tips and with the jar While Fingers' face down at the bar Come to think, I guess we all are Playing tiddleywinks with our change But no one thinks, "ain't this insane?" Day in and out without the clout Just a paycheck and a shout While we're all whiling away the hours Responsibly without the power To end up crying in a cluster More bluster than muster