Lyrics: So Get Up by Ithaka Darin Pappas ©1992

The end of the earth is upon us Pretty soon it'll all turn to dust So get up Forget the past Go outside Have a blast Go a thousand miles in a jet airplane Go out of your mind go insane To a place you never been before Eat ice cream our you'll lick the floor 'cause, the end of the earth is upon us Pretty soon it'll all turn to dust Goodbye my friends Goodbye world I'll see you in the next life ℗© Ithaka Darin Pappas 1992 Published by: Ravenshark Music/ASCAP/North Music Group https://open.spotify.com/track/6e9rM3yTOZ2LoPja0FAkkN https://www.amazon.com/So-Get-Ithaka-Darin-Pappas/dp/B0BMSN6PQH

So Get Up, a lyric poem by Californian artist and songwriter, Ithaka (or Ithaka Darin Pappas), was written on December 13th 1992 on a cafe napkin in the Amoreiras neighborhood of Lisbon, Portugal (where he worked and resided from 1992-1998). At the time, Ithaka had been guest hosting segments of "4º Bairro" on the national station Rádio Comercial during which he would often read his own short stories and poems. Having arrived to the station that day with little or no material to recite, Ithaka wrote So Get Up and a couple of short prose pieces at a coffeeshop on the side of the station's studio, just prior to going on air. A few months later, Ithaka recorded an electro musical version of So Get Up and other songs with a production team in Manchester, England released by Embryo Entertainment with little public attention. Information about the iconic 1992 vocal acapella song by Greek-American songwriter and interdisciplinary artist Ithaka Darin Pappas (Ithaka). As of 2025, this example of lyrical mastery has been remixed over 800 times. In 1994, a hit remix was made by an acid house project from Underground Sound of Lisbon (DJ Vibe, Rui da Silva) and presented as a 100% Portuguese project with absolutely no mention of its creator Ithaka...now considered one of the biggest musical coverups since Milli Vanilli. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/So_Get_Up https://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/So_Get_Up

Goodcookies - lyrics by Ithaka

Goodcookies

I met her in a funny unusual way
I was in a strange mood
Or I wouldn’t have tried
To get her number through
A friend of a friend of a friend’s

Spoke on the phone two weeks
Without seeing her face
Then one day she called me up
and said…I’m coming over

She showed up
She looked real nice
Had a package in her hand
And said… This is for you
It was a basket full of cookies
Oatmeal chocolate-chip cookies

Been together two weeks a long time for me
And my friends ask me, Why?
She makes good cookies

Tall, brown, funny, crazy and pretty.
Sweeter than maple syrup.
She makes good cookies.

Been together two months
A long time for me.

We fight sometimes.
Sometimes we separate.
But we always get together again.
And my friends ask me, WHY?
And I say, She makes good cookies

Two years later, not nearly as sweet
Always nagging about the mud on my feet,
About my drinking or my card game
But she loves me I know
because she bakes me homemades
She makes good cookies
When I least expect it
Oatmeal chocolate-chip cookies

Ithaka Darin Pappas ©1991 published by Ravenshark Music/ASCAP/North Music Group (BMG Gold Songs)

Sleepdriver (lyrics by Ithaka Darin Pappas)

SLEEPDRIVER LYRICS by Ithaka Darin Pappas ©1991 La to Pheonix in Six hours straight Is he awake or is he asleep Drives all night in his GTO To see a squaw he’s left by a red rock SLEEPDRIVER, SLEEPDRIVER Maybe it’s love maybe a death wish Not sure himself in his state of despair Fourteen hour days, five days a week All for a squaw he’s left by a red rock Sleepdriver drove to be on the big screen But the star became a grip (non-union) for not much pay A little is better than none, He sends the checks home he sends her to school SLEEPDRIVER, SLEEPDRIVER And every Friday by eight He’s on the Ten heading east…for love and home cooking But by Sunday at six, he’s on the Ten heading west He’s got to get back, he’s got an eight a.m. call All the way in Valencia SLEEPDRIVER, SLEEPDRIVER The Sleepdriver drove back and forth for years Through dust storms and rain and degrees of a hundred and eight The Sleepdriver drove Dozing off and dozing on Reflector hypnosis a trance-like state. SLEEPDRIVER, SLEEPDRIVER The sleepdriver drove the whole night straight But one night, he just plain fell asleep. And he dreamed of his great grandfather In a feather headband and a pair of moccasins …young as a buck And he was in a new land Even farther from the squaw he’d left By the red ______________________________________ Lyrics about love, longing and difficult conditions with workers in the movie industry. Ravenshark Music/ASCAP/administered by North Music Group