
EXITMUSIC 1036
Written, arranged and produced by
Mikel Rouse
EXITMUSIC RECORDINGS
Released 11/07/2025
Mikel Rouse’s new release FLANKERS marks a bold and immersive chapter in his ever-evolving body of work, weaving together layered rhythms, shifting harmonies, and a striking sense of narrative that pushes contemporary composition into unexpected territory. Both cerebral and deeply visceral, FLANKERS reflects Rouse’s restless innovation—melding elements of minimalism, popular culture, and experimental sound design into a vibrant, cinematic soundscape. At once intricate and immediate, the record invites listeners into a world where pulse and texture collide, creating a listening experience that is as thought-provoking as it is exhilarating.
WRITTEN, ARRANGED and PRODUCED by MIKEL ROUSE
MIKEL ROUSE: Vocals, Piano, Guitars, Bass, Keyboards, Programming, Drums, Percussion
EVAN LEE, SHAWN SALE: Violins, BARBARA CRAIG: Viola, JOHN GAZE: Cello, BART ROSS: Drums, DALE LENT: Alto Sax
RECORDED and MIXED December 2024-July 2025
at CENTER OF THE EARTH, NYC
Additional Recording at ILDIKO UPTOWN, NYC
MASTERED by MATT AGOGLIA at THE RANCH MASTERING
Cover Painting by MIKEL ROUSE
DESIGN and PHOTOGRAPHY BY M+R NYC
01. I Agree
02. Soft Fly Balls
03. MWPC TV
04. When I Look Lived In
05. A Break
06. Your Crazy Is Safe With Me
07. Lazy Eyes
08. Straight To Jail
09. Dispenser
10. Writing Under You
Lyrics
I AGREE
I agree
To rate this world
We’ve all agreed to
And I agree
To sign the form I didn’t read
What does it mean
To balance freedom
With the medium
No one is thinking about you
No one is thinking about me
I agree
The burning world
The universe won’t see
I agree
To take the motive
Out of mistrust
And I agree
To leave the you for me
To be the me of me
Ranked choice therapy
CSICOP let me be
No one is thinking about you
No one is thinking about me
I agree
The burning world
The universe won’t see
It has better things to do
I agree
On an exit strategy
The whip smart mortgage
Pockets of reality
Down the tubes
Down the drain
Storm the Bastille
Let it rain
No one is thinking about you
No one is thinking about me
I agree
The burning world
The universe won’t see
It has better things to do
It has better things to be
I agree
To sign the form I didn’t read
What does it mean
An exit strategy?
Learning to not agree
Relearning to not agree
Storm the Bastille
Let it rain
SOFT FLY BALLS
You can’t let all those people in
You can’t let soft fly balls fall in
Your family ties
Your family lies
You can always win again
You can pretend to pretend
Oh my god send
Oh my god send
Death becomes me
On death we can agree
You can’t let all those people in
You can’t let soft fly balls fall in
You can’t
You can’t
You can’t
MWPC TV
All the electricity
Going down with me
All the black box,
The black box memories
A safe house
Where we agree
MWPC TV
Kept your eyes all over me
Ready or not the family
Playing charades in poverty
Bonus points for mediocrity
One way seating
Disbelieving
On your reason
All the electricity
Gonna set you free
All the black outs
The black out memories
A panic room
Where we agree
MWPC TV
Kept your eyes all over me
Ready or not the family
Playing charades in poverty
Bonus points for mediocrity
One way seating
Disbelieving
On your reason
Man
Woman
Person
Camera
TV
WHEN I LOOK LIVED IN
Stop being a baby
Stop being a cry baby
In matters of maybe
Just be on the raft that saves me
Your powerful fragrance
Just a bump of malfeasance
And color correction
Best bits of the post election
When I look lived in
Hellcats on the way to prison
Stop walking on egg shells
You’re better than those wishing wells
So cover the crater
Equal opportunity hater
Don’t cry like a baby
Don’t worship the less than maybe
From shining sea to sea
Just be on the raft that saved me
When I look lived in
Hellcats on the way to prison
You beat the system
The mess that you made the victim
A BREAK
Grave-robbers
Hopelessly insta
Beat the Devil
Accumulate prayers
Mayor’s of madness
All on the level
Life is just a break
From entertaining myself
Life is just a break
From entertaining myself
Suppose
You just don’t go in today
The break you make
Will blanche the morning
The widow maker
Will sleep in late
Life is just a break
From entertaining myself
Life is just a break
From entertaining myself
A sanctuary city
Your name here
Vegas won’t betray us
YOUR CRAZY IS SAFE WITH ME
Your crazy is safe with me
Your crazy is safe with me
Your crazy is safe
The better you bet
The Farmingdale
Mash & Mallow
Corporal wholesale
Macintosh Plus
Down a dirt road
Apparently governed
Machine learning mode
Garlands and bullets
And happy returns
A boat full of bottom
When nobody learns
Nobody learns
Disney digesting
The battery spent
Gulf of America
Worth every cent
Your crazy is safe with me
Your crazy is safe with me
Relax the motor madness
Unwind the Gypsy in you
The Switch 2 launch ‘n’ roll
The better you bruise
Cash and carry and
Marry the month
And role the rubeola
Like a lonely Chrysanth
Mega-Matters Power Balls
The trip wire of class
Rehearsals in mourning
A sanity pass
Your crazy if safe with me
Your crazy is safe with me
Your crazy is safe with me
You’re crazy
LAZY EYES
Come again?
That’s a greasy conversation
I’m glad we come again
This is God’s go-to Gospel
Where nothing doesn’t matter anymore
God’s lazy eyes
Look what they have done
Look what they have done
That’s grease on the wheel
Across the universe
No planet is immune
This is your podcast go-to gospel
Your news feed doesn’t matter anymore
This is God’s go-to Gospel
Where nothing doesn’t matter anymore
From God’s lazy eyes
To a theater near you
Coming soon
Come again?
STRAIGHT TO JAIL
A love without fail
Straight to jail
A dancing balloon
Be home soon
Straight to jail
Precarity of life
A bullet proof wife
Massage the message
Rattle the new age
Brittle be best
Uninvited guest
A mayor as mark
The dogs bark
A single swing
To do anything
Reveal and regret
As good as you get
Because of you
Let’s regress
Because of you
More is less
Because of you
The limp will see
Because of you
Because of me
Beyond the pale
Straight to jail
A purple noon
Be home soon
Massage the message
To your advantage
Reveal and regret
Ain’t seen nothing yet
Because of you
Let’s regress
Because of you
More is less
Because of you
The limp will see
DISPENSER
You love what I love
But you love more than me
You don’t waste a minute
In a minute we’ll see
Bottom feeder I was
A bottom feeder
Bottom feeder I was
A loss leader
Bottom feeder I was
A bottom feeder
Bottom feeder I was
A dispenser
You love my life
And I love it too
But I don’t get
The wandering mood
I am away
Wasting away
Like all of my friends
And dying today
I make the noose step
And I need a new rep
To gather and gone
Memories live on
You love my life
And I love it too
But I don’t get
The wandering mood
To surf and sell
And misbehave
The show and tell
Before the grave
You love my life
And I love it too
WRITING UNDER YOU
Your bill at a glance
The mark of the true believer
The waiting room dance
We deliver
Be gone
But not forgotten
We trip down memory lane
Like a pawn shop
A watchmaker
If the best is over
Then the best is yet to come
If you’re young
As young as you feel
You’re as old as you’re dumb
The test results
A beer and a shot
The less than lucky
Have nots
Over the shoulder
The trickle down theory of love
What’s too late to save
The waiting room dance
The gatekeepers behave
Suppose we meet later
If I follow through
A beer and a shot
Writing under you
© 2025 Mikel Rouse
All rights reserved
Published by Club Soda Music (ASCAP)