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

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

Ithaka "The Plot" (lyrics)

"The Plot" Lyrics & Vocals by Ithaka
(albums: Stellafly - 1997, Fishdaddy Flashbacks - 2010)


© Ithaka Darin Pappas [Ravenshark Music/North Music Group/ASCAP]

Under a tree,
Out of the SUN,
A place to rest from a world far gone.

Happiness comes to those that wait,
Don’t take your own,
Or your’s you won’t get.
Dividing the goods,
Not like Christmas at all,
More like a garage sale of the dead.

More forms than tax time,
More certificates than tying the knot,
More “how ya doings” than you ever get,
More “I’m sorry’s” than you’d ever want.

Under a tree,
Out of the sun,
A place to rest from a world far gone.

Maybe “better off”,
Is the way to put it,
Free from the binds,
That’d hold down a giant.

Under a tree,
Having some fun
Away from the hate,
Of a world far gone.

additional vocals by Mimi (portugal)

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ESCAPE FROM THE CITY OF ANGELS - lyrics by Ithaka

ESCAPE FROM THE CITY OF ANGELS
Original version from album, Flowers and the Color of Paint (Movieplay Records, 1995) . This is the version that appeared appeared in Colombia Pictures’ feature release, The Replacement Killers (1997). Lyrics: ITHAKA , Music: Pedro Passos, Background vocals: Marta Dias. Recorded at Namouche Studios, Lisbon Portugal. Produced by Joe Fossard.Note: the song was slightly altered lyrically and re-recorded in 1998 with new music written and produced by Joe Fossard. Due to disputes over the original masters, this new recording was released with the title, ESCAPE (Nortesul-EMI records, Portugal).
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People they ask me, Why the hell you wanna leave?
Saying that they’ll miss me, that they’re gonna grieve

This town is number one, we got the Lakers and the sun.
There’s always lots of lovelies, always lots of fun

Why won’t you settle down and stay?
Who in their right mind would ever leave LA?

But I gotta tell you, got to put it straight
still’ve busted out of there busted down the gate

Cuz, I had to get out while there was going to get,
LA was the hunter, California was the net

So I got up, got off of my bucket
Sometimes you gotta say, Well what the hell.? FUCK IT!

Wasn’t around for the riots of the King
But every other night bullets left my ears to ring.

HOSTILITY, the song that LA played
Every single night and every single day.

Walking down the alley, the one behind my house
Came five slang-bangers, it was me they were to roust

They asked me, Where ya going?, said, Not really sure
The next thirty-seconds I remembered in a blur

3x WANT TO GET OUT. HAD TO GET OUT. GOT OUT.
ESCAPE FROM THE CITY OF ANGELS

I tried so hard for years to understand
Why do you find such pleasure in killing another man?

I prefer the simple highs in life
Like a mountain of water, not cuttin’ with a knife

But where I’ve disappeared ain’t confidential
The sky’s still blue, the swells are monumental

And no, I’m not ignoring my heritage
Over the gap, I’m a building a bridge

To learn once and for all that peace can exist
Forgive, forget, bring down the fists

3x-WANT TO GET OUT. HAD TO GET OUT. GOT OUT.
ESCAPE FROM THE CITY OF ANGELS

Five days later, what have I got?
I’m in another place which is sunny and hot


The difference here is that I’m free as a bird
No gun to my head, no blood on the curb

But just then a strange thought overtook my brain
And since that day, it never felt the same

If everybody just put down their arms
To nobody on the planet could ever come harm

3x-WANT TO GET OUT. HAD TO GET OUT. GOT OUT.
ESCAPE FROM THE CITY OF ANGELS

The people of this planet they want explanations
For riots, earthquakes and all “God’s creations”

You got me, I just couldn’t say
I do what I do, I take it day by day.

3x-WANT TO GET OUT. HAD TO GET OUT. GOT OUT.
ESCAPE FROM THE CITY OF ANGELS

Well six weeks later, still don’t know what’s up
Don’t got many friends, still got an empty cup

They speak in tongues I don’t understand
But I look just like ‘em, visually I blend

It’s time to start it up in my new land
Korvorowng’s one and only survival plan

3x-WANT TO GET OUT. HAD TO GET OUT. GOT OUT.
ESCAPE FROM THE CITY OF ANGELS

It took me two years, but now I know for sure
LA ain’t the enemy and goodness will endure

The Seed of Free, my real need
Was right there all the time inside of me


Just a voyage of my mind is what I needed
But now I’m on the other side and deep seeded

LA to LAX in fourteen hours flat.
At home on two shores, but I ain’t living fat

Still plagued by brokenness
It doesn’t disappear when I say, hocus pocus


But grounded for the moment in the city of Lisbon
I’m looking for peace and I’m looking for wisdom

Hooked up with a mastermind named, Grizzly
Formed Ithaka, now we’re rolling busily

3x-WANT TO GET OUT. HAD TO GET OUT. GOT OUT.
ESCAPE FROM THE CITY OF ANGELS

3x-WANT TO GET OUT. HAD TO GET OUT. GOT OUT.
ESCAPE FROM THE CITY OF ANGELS

5x- ESCAPE FROM THE CITY OF ANGELS

Ithaka vs Cartell70 "Fuse With Me" (lyrics)

"FUSE WITH ME" by Ithaka vs Cartell

from e.p. called Fuse With Me (Groundzero Records 2005). Written by; Ithaka Darin Pappas (lyrics & vocals) & Cartell 70 (music & production) All licensing inquiries for the song "Fuse With Me" by Ithaka vs Cartell 70 should be directed to North Music Group (USA) Lyrics: Fuse with me. Cruise with me. Booze with me. Snooze with me. Fuse with me. Laugh with me. Cry with me. Bake a pumpkin pie with me. Fuse with me. Sing with me. Scream with me. Do the funky-hula with me. Fuse with me. Fuse with me. Fuse with me. Lay in the sun with me. Be a bum with me. Kill a roach with me. Fly coach with me. Kill time with me. Loose your mind with me. Baby, fuse with me. Write a song with me. Smoke a bong with me. Plant a tree with me. Cure a disease with me. Ride a wave with me. Sleep in a cave with me. Baby, fuse with me. Fuse with me. Cruise with me. Booze with me. Snooze with me. Fuse with me. Bake a pumpkin pie with me. Sing with me. Scream with me. Do the funky-hula with me. Fuse with me. Fuse with me. Fuse with me. Fuse with me. Fuse with me. Fuse with me. Sweat with me. Make a bet with me in Las Vegas, with me. Be sacrilegious with me. Play Sinatra for me in Sumatra, to me. Go to Fiji with me and play a Ouija with me. Be a Pagan with me in Copenhagen, with me. Watch a porno with me in Kyoto, with me. Get a test with me, then get undressed with me and show your breasts to me in Budapest, to me. Baby, fuse with me. Fuse with me. Fuse with me. Fuse with me. Cruise with me. Booze with me. Snooze with me. Fuse with me. Bake a pumpkin pie with me. Sing with me. Scream with me. Do the funky-hula with me. Fuse with me. Fuse with me. Cruise with me. Booze with me. Snooze with me. Fuse with me. Bake a pumpkin pie with me. Sing with me. Scream with me. Do the funky-hula with me. Fuse with me. Fuse with me. Fuse with me. Fuse with me. You can abuse me, but stay true to me...baby, fuse with me. Baby, fuse with me. Fuse with me. Fuse with me. Baby, fuse with me. © 2005 Ithaka Darin Pappas (ASCAP/Ravenshark Music/North Music Group [USA])

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