Very beautiful, you're sooo... good and talented.

This is really wonderful, with its quiet, hypnotic splendor.

Really strong stuff, Chris...lovely song and well produced.

special kinda mood.. lovely voice you have! <3

We all get there in the end, This is a light hearted look at getting older. much better than the alternative. 

Written, Performed by : Johnny Mc Farlane

Life's about Living

Life's about living

Will you love me still, when I'm old and grey

Stumbled across this gem.  Never been a huge Bob Dylan fan but now i am getting into his music.  His music is just special. Hope you enjoy my take of this song.

one more cup of coffee_{Bob Dylan Cover}

In The Midst Of The War

After a month of vocal practise and studying music production, I definitely feel like I've improved since End of an Era but still have a long way to go. I'm still getting the hang of mixing but mastering is still something I need to study. Regardless I felt satisfied enough to release the song so I can move on to other projects.

I wrote this song late last year. It's a bit of a difficult one to fully explain. The lyrics are a bit messy but kind of make sense in my head. It's based on the emotions that come from the anticipation of someone who's going to leave you who you don't have the strength to leave yourself.

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Gone in a flash
Like somehow I'd imagined a ghost
I saw through your act
And denied all the facts when you showed

I saw through the cracks 
In your invisibility cloak
So you can pretend all you like
Oh but darling, you know

That it's true 
All I can do is stay beside you
Playing along till you're long gone
I'll wait beside you

Don't say goodbye when you go
Leave me here with the lies that you told 
'Cause I've seen all the signs 
And I said my goodbye long ago
'Cause I've known all this time
And I said my goodbye long ago

War with your mask
I'm outnumbered ten thousand to one
I can't counteract your relentless attacks anymore

Caught in a web
Inescapable threads that you wrought
So you can pretend I'm a fly 
For you darling, you know

That it's true 
All I can do is stay beside you
Playing along till you're long gone
I'll wait beside you

Don't say goodbye when you go
Leave me here with the lies that you told 
'Cause I've seen all the signs 
And I said my goodbye long ago 

Don't tell me I'm not enough 
I know I can't provide what you want
Only here on the side for you
Don't say goodbye when you go 
Don't say goodbye when you go

Don't say goodbye when you go
Leave me here with the lies that you told 
'Cause I've seen all the signs 
And I said my goodbye long ago 

Don't tell me I'm not enough 
I know I can't provide what you want
Only here on the side for you
Don't say goodbye when you go 
Don't say goodbye when you go


When You Go

🛋️✨ 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 😩🍞

THE EMPEROR’S PARADE by Nova J

The emperor’s parade rolls down the road
Clearly a charade — he’s got no clothes
Why pretend he wore it best?
Dead end coming, one by one — we fall off the cliff

They cheer and wave their signs
Their silence bought and sold
They swallow all their pride
Surrendering their souls

We’re complicit in this dumpster fire
(Got what we deserve)
Sold our virtues to the highest buyer
(Watching the world burn)

He has no clothes
(emperor)
But still we go
(emperor)
Follow his way
(emperor)
We cannot stray
(emperor)

He has no clothes
(Oooh) the emperor (has no clothes)
(Oh-oh-oh-ooooh) (Oh-oh-oh-ooooh)
(Oooh) the emperor (has no clothes)
(Oh-oh-oh-ooooh)

Bans the books we read — rewrites the past
Breaks the law, then toasts the glass
The crowd just claps — no time to think
We sold the truth for circus and a king

No one’s really speaking
Too scared to make a sound
As long as he keeps walking
He’s the only king in town

And we’re livin’ a reality show 
(Bad jokes on repeat)
A bag of trash with a golden bow
(We’re on a losing streak)

He has no clothes
(emperor)
But still we pose
(emperor)
Eyes closed tight
(emperor)
Pretend it’s right
(emperor)

He has no clothes
(Oooh) the emperor (has no clothes)
(Oh-oh-oh-ooooh) (Oh-oh-oh-ooooh)
(Oooh) the emperor (has no clothes)
(Oh-oh-oh-ooooh)

We hold our nose, swallow our pride
We shut our mouth, die inside
We sit and wait, get used and bruised
We limp away, battered and used

He has no clothes
(emperor)
Still, no one knows
(emperor)
We play the game
(emperor)
Ignore the shame
(emperor)

He has no clothes
(Oooh) the emperor (has no clothes)
(Oh-oh-oh-ooooh)
(Oooh) the emperor (has no clothes)
(Oh-oh-oh-ooooh…)

The Emperor’s parade

Eternal Music

Make a little noise

Ode to Violence

The desert remembers the names we erased,  
Sand turned to glass where the missiles embraced.  
Children drew suns on the rubble so white—  
Now the sky rains fire, and the sun burns at night.  

They gave us a flag and a righteous cause,  
But the trenches smell of petrol and pause.  
My brother’s last words were a Kurdish lullaby—  
The drones hum along as the market burns high.  

Oh, Tehran’s ghosts in the refinery glow,
The oil is thick, but the blood runs slow.
We march for heaven but dig our hell—
God’s silent where the cluster bombs fell.

The general laughs through the TV screen,  
His medals outnumber the dead in my dreams.  
The "enemy’s" face… *it’s my own in the glass,*  
A stranger screaming *"How long will this last?"*  

Oh, Tehran’s ghosts in the refinery glow,
The oil is thick, but the blood runs slow.
We march for heaven but dig our hell—
God’s silent where the cluster bombs fell.

*[Whispered in Farsi
*"بگذار بمیرم زیر این آسمان کثیف...
("Let me die under this filthy sky...")

Oh, war’s a cancer, we’re the cells gone wild,
The treaties all drown in the Straits of Hormuz
The UN votes at noon today
I bite my tongue until it bleeds *"آزادی"* (freedom).

Ode to Violence

For every child who’s been told they’re “too much” or “not enough”
This is the story of life in a world that won’t slow down.

A neurodivergent mind trying to survive the noise, the lights, the looks, the labels. Misunderstood by teachers. Isolated by classmates. Always one step behind, or three steps ahead, but never quite where the world expects.

Until one quiet moment, and in my case, the sound of a clarinet.
It didn’t fix everything, but it gave my chaos a rhythm, and my mind some space to breathe.
(It won’t be the answer for everyone, but it helped me begin to find my way.)

This track isn’t perfect, neither am I.
But it’s honest. And sometimes, that’s enough. 💙🎵🕊️

This track is for the kids who feel everything.
💙 For the ones masking to fit in.
💙 For the ones melting down inside.
💙 For the ones still searching for a safe place to just be.

You’re not broken. You’re brilliant.
And your rhythm matters. 🎵🕊️

****Lyrics****

They said, “Use your words,”
But mine don’t come when I need them
They said, “Pay attention,”
But I already was, just not the way they wanted
I don’t talk much in class
But my head never stops
I see things they don’t
And they call it “wrong”

It’s too loud, too bright, too fast
And I’m trying, I promise, I really am
But I don’t fit in their lesson plan
So they call me “difficult” again
I’m not broken, I’m not bad
I just need someone to understand
It’s too loud, too bright, too fast
And I’m doing the best I can

The lights flicker hard
And the questions come too quick
They say “just be normal”
But don’t say what that is
I like quiet corners
They call that “hiding”
But I call it breathing
When the noise keeps rising

It’s too loud, too bright, too fast
And I’m trying, I promise, I really am
But I don’t fit in their lesson plan
So they call me “difficult” again
I’m not broken, I’m not bad
I just need someone to understand
It’s too loud, too bright, too fast
And I’m doing the best I can

I wish they’d stop asking me why I’m like this
And just ask me what I need
They might find I’ve got answers
They’ve never even seen

Then one day they handed me a clarinet
Said, “Let’s see what happens”
And I did
I held it close
Like something that understood
One steady breath
And the chaos moved

It’s still loud, still bright, still fast
But I found a way to hold it back
Through every note I find my pace
In every sound, I carve some space
No, it didn’t fix everything
But it helped my heart to sing
It’s still loud, still bright, still fast
But now I know who I am

I am not naughty
I am not wrong
I just needed
My own kind of song
And if you’re someone who stands beside us
When the world feels too sharp to explain
Who waits through the silence
And stays through the strain
If you've helped us breathe
When the noise felt too wide
If you’ve shown us our value
Instead of making us hide
Then thank you
For seeing the spark
For hearing the thread
For loving us gently
When others just fled

🎵 Too Loud, Too Bright, Too Fast

Lines and spaces hold my dreams
In the key of life it seems
Notes like whispers soft and bright
Dancing gently in the night

The treble clef it holds the key
To melodies that set me free
A symphony of highs and lows
Where my heart forever goes

Treble clef.mp3

My birth name is Chryselios Chryseliou, born and based in Liverpool. I'm a singer-songwriter and beginner producer using ableton. My main instrument is the piano which is my musical home but I like to experiment with other sounds. I'm open to connect with other musicians.

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