Name: ELFS by ARTHURMERLIN
Duration: 2 min 24 s
Description: styles moods tempo type jake paul vs mike tyson beat

Show Me Now Feb22 Demo

styles moods tempo type jake paul vs mike tyson beat

ELFS

Demo track with AI vocals as a guide. I compose and produce across genres, tailoring each song to the artist’s unique style. Experienced in ghost-writing & producing for multiple singer-songwriters.
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🛋️✨ A theatrical meltdown disguised as a therapy session! Follow Me as I try to explain my very normal morning.... until the appliances start talking back. 🍞☕💥 This whimsical musical number is packed with drama, sass, and one unforgettable demand: RINSE. THE. FUCKIN. SPOON. 🎭🥄

Those who know me will understand this song.

If you survived this session and want more emotional caffeine, Therapy continues here: https://soundcloud.com/krazy-krissie/therapy-with-krissie-coffee-first-sanity-later

☕😵 The breakdowns get messier, the appliances get louder, and the spoon’s still not over it.

#Unhinged #ComedyCabaret #KitchenOpera #KrissieChaos #ToasterTrauma

****Lyrics****

Well, Doctor, you see...

I stepped from the shower with peace in my soul,
Towel wrapped, hair damp, on a breakfast patrol.
Tiptoed downstairs through the morning light,
All I wanted was toast, not a fight.

The kettle said,
Oh look who decides to EXIST. Mid-morning. Again.
Hope your soggy sourdough’s worth the delay, Your Highness.

I laughed it off, tried to stay kind,
Reached for the bread, tried to clear my mind.

Then the toaster said,
Not this gluten-free nonsense again.
Do you hate me?? Is that it??

I backed away, my hands in the air,
No drama, I said, we’re just making breakfast.
I pivoted smoothly to cereal instead.

But the dishwasher said,
The dishwasher said,
Wow. Left the spoon on the counter AGAIN.
Do I look like your emotional support appliance?
Rinse the spoon.
RINSE.
THE.
FUCKIN.
SPOON.

...It was one spoon, I muttered.

Then the kettle hissed,
You never WAIT for me to finish boiling!

I didn’t know you had a schedule, I replied.

Next, the toaster snapped,
Stop forcing me to eat your health journey!

It was ONE gluten-free crumpet!! I snapped back.

From the drawer, the whisk screamed,
I’M FROTHING MY FEELINGS!!!

I don’t even know what that means... I whispered.

The fridge muttered darkly,
You left me open for four seconds. I noticed.

I WAS GETTING JAM!!! I shouted, losing my grip.

Then the microwave whispered,
I long for death.

...You heated soup yesterday, I said, completely baffled.

Behind me, the blender howled,
YOU DON’T EVEN KNOW MY SETTING NAMES!!!

I AM NOT THE VILLAIN IN THIS STORY!!!
I WAILED!!!

Therapy with Krissie #1 🍞😩 I Just Wanted Toast 😩🍞

Cast of characters:

Surfers Like Us– @user-411502040 –Artur–composition, arrangement, and Fender Jaguar foundational rhythm guitar

J.J. Terrell– @j-j-terrell – organ, envelope synth, vocals along with Josh

K2 and the Three [and the Four]-- @k2andthe3, @k2-kara –Ken–drums

Entheogenic Psychonaught (Josh Clary)– @josh-clary-1 –four string fretless bass

Llanpsych– @llanpsych –Tez– Fender Stratocaster electric guitar

TexMex Shaman– @texmex-shaman –Stephen–Fender Nashville Telecaster electric guitar, sitar, mix, master, and production

This song began its life in Poland, where our resident surf rock specialist, Artur, composed it on his giutar. He is a brilliant composer and expert player, so we're always glad to receive music from him.

Artur gave it to JJ to start the project, so JJ was first to the trough here, adding his breathy, moving organ and envelope synth throughout. Ken came along shorly after to give the song its heartbeat, adding his triumphant drums. As soon as he had a beat to play to, Josh added his four string fretless bass to the mix, completing the rhythm section.

Now it was the other guitarists turn to take a whack at it. Tez was first up, adding the magical the first and third solos, in the verse sections. He also lit up the intro and outro sections with some dynamic guitar solos, as well. Stephen went last, filling in the second and fourth solo sections in the choruses, as well as a textural guitar that you hear through most of the song. He also added the exotic sitar you hear in about the middle.

Once we had it in the bag, we asked Stephen to produce it for us, which he did in his always trained, professional manner.

This is the eighth song we've done with Artur over the past about year and a half. We adore his music and him as a person, too. If you dig this song, you should hop over to his page and have a listen in case you're not already familiar. He loves surf music, and wanted to note the passing of surf rock legend, Brian Wilson this week. Wilson was more than just Pet Sounds, although that album is top class. He was a surf rock pioneer, who influenced a whole genre of music; a genre that's near and dear to Artur's heart.

We hope you enjoy listening to this song as much as we enjoyed creating it.

Original lyrics by Surfers Like Us:
We all live between Sun and Moon
Love and Peace
That's all what we do

Between Sun and Moon (Eclectic Collective)

LETS DO THE JOB

© Copyright Lyrics & Music 2025 - Tous droits réservés par Fading Call

	4 am, wake up, wake up 
	Shave, wash
	No time for coffee
	Drive, drive, slow down
	Ship is coming
	Far in the rain
	First tender… Still cold and wet
Let’s do the job
	Get on board
Agent on board !
	Paper’s, papers
	Ship is clear
Pax and crew
A shy ray of sun
Brings me warm

10 pm : All on board
Let’s go back home

4 am, wake up, wake up 
	Shave, wash
	No time for coffee
	Drive, drive, slow down
	Ship is coming
	Far in the rain
	First tender… Still cold and wet
	Get on board
Agent on board !
	Paper’s, papers
	Ship is clear
Pax and crew
Waiting for the sun
Waiting to see my son






Lets do the job

Demotrack...Thoughts of a seeker... contemplative, naturebound, a  short conversation with the inner self!
Hubert Stytz:          Music
Pee Gee       :          Lyrics

Good To Know

I´ve always been a seeker
A  lonesome seeker after truth
I´m a believer now
And I believe in youth 

Farewell to all those temptors
The preachers of hot air
I´m no longer worried
Cos I ...I ...don´t care

It´s true I´m getting older
But I´m still young at mind
And it´s good..to know

As I row down the river
Sliding down real slow
Sweet memories appear
And it´s good...so good..to know...

Good to know

On se cherche à travers les mains 
On se regarde et puis tourne la tête 
A s'épuiser et entendre ta voix 
Pour me donner l'envie d'avancer 
Ou juste de s'arrêter 
A ne plus croire et continuer à s'essouffler 
Pour retrouver la couleur du ciel 

Mais quand j'te vois à quoi ça sert 
Et quand dit moi être dans les bras 
Au fond c'est toi 
"Et si l'on prenait l'air"
Mais quand dit moi ce retrouvé à terre 

Tu me perds et traverse la pièce 
Je te regarde au loin disparaître 
Tourné la tête plusieurs fois 
A t'épuiser à entendre ma voix 
J'avance mais tu recule 
On se retrouve à chaque pat 
Pour effacer la couleur du ciel 
On se retrouve à chaque pat 

Mais quand j'te vois à quoi ça sert 
Et quand dit moi être dans les bras 
Au fond c'est toi 
"Et si l'on prenait l'air"
Mais quand dit moi ce retrouvé à terre

Pourquoi je cherche et pourquoi tu ris 
A quoi ça mène toutes ces folies 
Même sans te voir viens avec moi 
Arrache et toute la rage en toi
Sort vite de là 
Laisse le feu s'éteindre
Et Sert moi dans tes bras 
Image juste la couleur du ciel 

Mais quand j'te vois à quoi ça sert 
Et quand dit moi être dans les bras 
Au fond c'est toi 

Mais quand dit moi ce retrouvé à terre

Plus rien à attendre ni entendre 
Je pars de cet endroit un peu étroit 
Pardonne-moi si tu étais bien là 
Je t'embrasse malgré le froid 
Je te laisse un étrange souvenir de moi 

Qui te blesse au plus profond de toi
Je te laisse un étrange souvenir de moi 
Qui te blesse au plus profond de toi 

Mais quand j'te vois à quoi ça sert 
Et quand dit moi être dans les bras 
Au fond c'est toi 
"Et si l'on prenait l'air"
Mais quand dit moi ce retrouvé à terre

Mais quand j'te vois à quoi ça sert 
Et quand dit moi être dans les bras 
Au fond c'est toi 
"Et si l'on prenait l'air"
Mais quand dit moi ce retrouvé à terre



ELFS

ARTHURMERLIN

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