😏 Krazy Krissie 🧦

Highlander on the run

Copy of if you don’t love me

Copy of Losing Control (2025 Remastered)

Mountain Songs

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=REBX4by8eow

In search of Reason

Music: Composed, written, mixed, mastered, and performed by: Matthew May

Lyrics: Written, performed, mixed and mastered by The Mysterious Decibel

Watch out!
I'm the joker card 
Not exactly your saint Bernard
This chemical and me have too much chemistry
But you keep on leaving me
I'm a stalker
You're a teaser
When I find you
You're a pleaser
Stimulation get inside of me 
You're number one
I'm a winner at the count of three

A little bit of this and a little bit of that
would never be too much
We go from STAR to RATS 

OOOOOO I'M FEELING GOOD
WHOOOHOOO JUST LIKE I SHOULD

Dopamine is all I need 
So let me pop that dopa seed!
That Dopamine is all I need
So shoot me right up to speed! 

Dopamine is all I need 
So let me pop that dopa seed!
That Dopamine is all I need
Watch out!
I'm feeling good!

Dopamine

Cast of Characters:
E Ruizzo-- https://soundcloud.com/ruizzoidman21centurions --Manuel-- composition, lyrics, Squier Stratocaster electric guitar, vocals, mix, and production
J.J. Terrell-- @j-j-terrell—JJ-- piano, accordion, and horn
TexMex Shaman– @texmex-shaman –Stephen– Jose Ramirez nylon stringed flamenco style guitar, and mastering
K2 and the Three [and the Four]--@k2andthe3, @k2-kara –Ken–drums, percussion
Entheogenic Psychonaught (Josh Clary)– @josh-clary-1 –Josh – four string Fender Precision Bass bass

This song began all the way back when Manuel was 16 and found love that summer with a girl named Carmen. He remembered her, though, and wrote this song about her all these years later. The title of the song means "Your name has the song," and the lyrics spell out the girl's charms using the letters of her name. Check out the lyrics and the translation below. 
  Using that inspiration, Manuel came up with the song structure and the vocal melodies to a rudimentary drum track with his electric guitar. He then asked Josh if the group would be interested in taking it on. Josh, never being one to refuse a challenging piece of music, and always on the lookout for interesting musicians with whom to collaborate, accepted his kind offer and created a project for the rest of the Eclectic Collecitve to join. He started the whole thing off by adding his bass, to which Ken added his innovative drums, to which Josh redid his bass, as is the typical process in the EC.
  Next up was JJ, who you'd think he'd grown up with Spanish music the way he added the horns, accordion, and piano. Then Stephen stepped in and added his psychedelic and intricate acoustic guitar to the stew. 
  It was all done, except for the mix at this point. Manuel did the honors, and did it very expertly. Stephen mastered it to give it more volume and dynamism, too, as he always does. 
  This was the first, but we hope not the last, time the EC has collaborated with Manuel, although we're all fans of the incredible music on his page. He was a true delight to work with, giving honest, encouraging feedback and helping us shape his song to meet his vision. We hope you enjoy listening to this song as much as we enjoyed creating it.

Original lyrics by E Ruizzo:

TU NOMBRE TIENE LA CANCIÓN  /  YOUR NAME HAS THE SONG

Qué es una lágrima en el desierto?  /  What is a tear in the desert?
Cae sin ruido, se evapora y se olvida.  /  It falls without noise, evaporates and is forgotten.
No tiene tiempo de brillar, su vida  /  It has no time to shine, its life
es corta y su camino tan incierto…  /  is short and its path so uncertain...

Ce del calor del desierto y su sol,  /  ‘C’ for the heat of the desert and its sun,
a del adiós por el que lloré tanto;  /  ‘a’ for the farewell for which I cried so much;
erre del río que forma mi llanto;  /  ‘r’ for the river formed by my crying;
eme de miedo, de magia y de amor.  /  ‘m’ for fear, for magic and for love.

E de esperanza, de espacio rosado,  /  ‘E’ for hope, for pink space,
de espina clavada, de suelta emoción;  /  for stuck thorn, for loose emotion;
ene de noche de un tiempo pasado.  /  ‘n’ for night of a past time.

Carmen, tu nombre tiene la canción  /  Carmen, your name has the song
de todo aquello que has significado:  /  of all that you have meant:
Carmen de luz, de sonrisa y de adiós.  /  Carmen of light, of smile and of goodbye.

Tu Nombre Tiene La Canción (with The Eclectic Collective)

(Written by Terry Reeves)
Gary Reeves: Lead Vocal
Terry Reeves: Spoken Vocal
Hans-Michael Albers: All instruments, Arrangement & Production

Video: youtu.be/4t-H-HHpQ20?si=_reTvkVVmF73vkRi

I was walking down Mare Street, Hackney
Climbing boots and back pack on
Looking for a song of mountains
I had climbed them many times before
Challenge may help to find another door

I’ve climbed arduous N.H.S mountains
Planted flags a'top of wedlock peaks
Hung upside down on magical fountains
With my muscles springing major leaks
My heart is growing smaller by the week

Stood and pointed at hours of darkness
Winds of silence a challenge of their own
Worn out boots a testament to distance
But the misery of counting my toes alone
Sixty three feet behind me as it goes

I have loved being a man of mountains
I hope many will profit from my deeds
I will try to climb just one more mountain
Slide down the other side to save my feet
At the bottom I'll need brand new cleats

This was written over 10 years ago as a George Formby style (Google the name if you’ve never heard of him) ukulele song - a mildly amusing message to Gal to let him know that I was fully aware of the mental health difficulties he was having and that I would always be there if he needed me.

Over the years, we spoke often about the song but nothing much came of it until Gal suggested slowing the tempo and giving it a kind of shuffle beat. As it was about him, I thought he should definitely sing the lead vocal, which I think works rather well. (*Vocalist’s note: It would help if I could still sing…)

You’ll find many personal references to Gal’s life in the lyrics. At the time it was written, he was 63, literally a fatal age for men in the extended Reeves family and he wasn’t having the best of times himself, still wrestling with the grief of a marriage break-up alongside the loss of his big brother and closest friend less than a year before. But even with all of this going on (and not always out of choice) he found there were plenty more mountains to climb.

The transition of the tune from Formby to Albers is a story in itself but suffice it to say that Hans somehow managed to transform it into this rather poignant opus.  He has also made a beautiful film to accompany the piece (see link above). All in all, it testifies perfectly to the reason why Gal’s cleats are somewhat care-worn...and he still has many mountains yet to climb.. (Terry Reeves)

MOUNTAIN MAN - CRIPPLE CLUB

this track was inspired by reading The Wager, a great true adventure story by David Grann. 

lyrics

meet me in the portrait 
down beneath the shade of tree
pack me in a suitcase
hollow out a chest built out for tea

I could be the border 
maybe you could set my scene
a painting like a raincheck 
trapped inside a submarine 

somebody is following
you better watch your back
once you lost your mind it's gone
and your incurring 
wager islands wrath 

so meet me in the rainbow 
down by the waterfront cascade
where beaux jack a dandies 
stole all the hearts from those who prayed

we could be important 
when our discoveries unveiled 
hook me up to morphine girl 
and I'll put up the bail

somebody is following 
you better watch your back
once you lost your mind it's gone
and your incurring wager islands wrath 

so meet me in the portrait 
we'll set sail at crescent moon
you can be the cannon
ball and I'll provide the boom

look out for me this summer 
when all the seas have frozen cold
you can be the treasure map
and I'll provide the gold


thanks for listening, greatly appreciated as always.


Wager Island (Acoustic)

This is my new single. It’s about accepting life’s challenges, working through them and then using that learning to adapt and survive.  I’ve posted an earlier version here before but it’s remixed and mastered (RCD Audio). 
I hope you enjoy it. Take care. 
James
Lyrics:
My Uncertain Steps 

As a boy, I was scared of the sea
With my family, on a beach in Normandy, 
a French boy told me the ghosts of drowned sailors grab your legs and dragged you down
I wouldn’t go in! 
Too naive and trusting! 

As a teen, I was all over the place! 
Always confused, just didn’t know which way to face
Too many temptations, suggestions and thrills, distracting and wild
Couldn’t think straight 
Couldn’t concentrate! 

It was always their demands and directions 
Had to meet their dreams and expectations 

My uncertain steps
No confidence 
(Trying to find my own way)
My uncertain steps 
At my own pace
(My way) 

My wreckage of a life, with this chaotic love
Constant demands, you can never do enough 
Mix in the bullies, the twisters and those egos too
It pulls you apart
Breaks your heart 

I’m seasoned, I now know this path
One crisis avoided, another starts 

My uncertain steps
More experienced 
(Trying to find my own way)
My uncertain steps
At my own pace 
(My way) 

And now I expect to see the worst
In everyone and everything I know
Just know how it is, but feel I can somehow 
see it through

(outro) 
I’ve got friends (for my uncertain steps)
I’ve lived and learnt (for my uncertain steps)
I’ve got you (for my uncertain steps) 
I’ll get through this (my uncertain steps) 


James Whiteman copyright  18 January 2024

My Uncertain Steps (Single version)

Music: Ian Greaves [ https://soundcloud.com/ipg1 | https://soundcloud.com/lou3-1 ]
Lyrics & vocals: Martin K Anderson aka Marty Andersson [ https://andersson-arte.com ]

Free eBooks [ https://mega.nz/folder/ttMxyCpb#Mkv1Pm6JqV5qiXKlaMIFRA ]

Marty Andersson: ‘Till the End (feat. Ian Greaves) | Inc. Link to Free eBooks

La Javanaise (Serge Gainsbourg)
Album "Comme un boomerang", 1963
Reprise de la version Live

J'avoue j'en ai bavé pas vous
Mon amour
Avant d'avoir eu vent de vous
Mon amour
Ne vous déplaise
En dansant la Javanaise
Nous nous aimions
Le temps d'une
Chanson
À votre avis qu'avons-nous vu
De l'amour?
De vous à moi vous m'avez eu
Mon amour
Ne vous déplaise
En dansant la Javanaise
Nous nous aimions
Le temps d'une
Chanson
Hélas avril en vain me voue
À l'amour
J'avais envie de voir en vous
Cet amour
Ne vous déplaise
En dansant la Javanaise
Nous nous aimions
Le temps d'une
Chanson
La vie ne vaut d'être vécue
Sans amour
Mais c'est vous qui l'avez voulu
Mon amour
Ne vous déplaise
En dansant la Javanaise
Nous nous aimions
Le temps d'une
Chanson

La Javanaise

Someone I Could Trust

I kissed you after hours of sipping whiskey sours and told you you were my best friend
I was lying in your bedding, dreaming ‘bout a wedding when you whispered it’s the end

I begged you to explain
Please tell me what changed
Was anything ever true?
You said it’s never been you

I thought I was keeping up but you left me in the dust 
I was shiny and brand new till you put me out to rust
I’m not used to stable but I was getting used to us
And I thought you were someone…
Someone I could trust

I hadn’t even left, when you lit a cigarette,
and blew the smoke right in my face
To the door I stumbled, through my tears I mumbled, 
you’re making a big mistake 

I begged you to explain
Please tell me what changed
Was anything ever true?
You said it’s me not you

I thought I was keeping up but you left me in the dust 
I was shiny and brand new till you put me out to rust
I’m not used to stable but I was getting used to us
And I thought you were someone…
Someone I could trust

I showed up to work late, put too much on my plate
Bought new clothes and cut my hair
Found someone who adores me, always reassures me
He says he’s not going anywhere 

But I don’t know if he’s honest
‘Cause you broke that same promise 
You swore you’d always keep
And now these scars run deep 

I thought I was keeping up but you left me in the dust 
I was shiny and brand new till you put me out to rust
I’m not used to stable but I was getting used to us
And I thought you were someone…
But you were never someone…
Someone I could trust

No you were never someone…
Someone I could trust

someone i could trust

Drifting - where you wanted to be. Lay back and let the current take you down. Lounging on the floaty that is life while the world unravels underneath. An homage to vintage summer horror flicks and the absurdity of modern escape - brought to you by The Day Afters. 

Drifting

(Written by Terry Reeves)
Terry Reeves: Vocal
Gary Reeves: Toms
Hans Albers: All other instruments, Arrangement & Production

Photo of Max from The Albers' Archive

What to say about Maximilian?
There are so many things to be told: a lifetime of 24 years, full of special moments, joys, fears, sorrows, worries, hopes, dreams, ups, downs, progress, regress, searching, finding, winning, losing, restlessness, peace...
His life had begun with an extremely difficult birth, almost as if the world didn’t want him. They told us he had a life-threatening infection, there were probably holes in his lungs and he obviously had no kidneys. In total, his chances of surviving were exceedingly slim. However, after endless weeks of both despair and hope, he overcame the infection, the diagnosis of holes in his lungs turned out to be totally wrong and they even discovered a kidney.  Just one maybe but at least it worked perfectly.  His journey into existence had begun.
As he grew, so did the never-ending nightmare of problems, challenges and battles, until we began to wonder what could possibly happen next.  Through it all, Max took every opportunity to accumulate extreme experiences - never hiding, always   seeking.  For that, we loved him even more…and even more it broke our hearts that we couldn’t help him find what he was looking for.
But suddenly, as the Summer of 2011 dawned, his troubles seemed to merely fade away.  Was he just arriving in life, coming of age, finding his place in society?  To be honest, we hadn’t the faintest idea.  But it was abundantly clear that, having always been an underdog, that same unwelcoming world had simply started to like and respect him.  He began to realise his many talents, enjoying his job as never before, finally becoming something he had never been - happy.
Fast forward to the gorgeous Summer evening of June 28th, the eve of a 4-week vacation to which he had been looking forward so very much.  A smile on his face, he said he was in the mood to go jogging, something he loved. Sometimes, he ran and ran for ages.  He’d been gone about 3 hours, quite a long time even for him, so Carina called his phone and he answered, cheerfully telling her not to worry and assuring her he’d be home very soon.  Seconds after the call, out of the blue, he collapsed.  A pulmonary embolism.  They told us he died instantly. 
Max, we have no words for what happened, nor for the eternal gratitude we feel for every single second of your life.  We do know we will never stop loving you.”
(Hans & Carina Albers)

Small chance of survival, words from the first day
Stretching all emotions not a single which way
Asking whys and reasons, a chance to breathe long
Heartbreaking moments, hopes remained strong

Such a short distance, but a life running miles
Bring every sensation, fear to a million smiles
Experience not forgotten, continuous hug of care      
Born with fighting spirit, giving back more to share

24 years of love, no single regret
24 years of love, never to forget

Every challenge building, inner muscles to be felt
Secret ways to be happy, never question hand dealt         
Complication of thinking to find a new sentence 
Pathways to friendships, dreams of acceptance

24 years of love, no single regret
24 years of love, never to forget

A vision full of truth with strength to admire
Finding a hidden talent, past helping to aspire 
No journey of distance could prevent direction
A phone call assurance became last connection

It’s hard to find words, express feelings remaining 
Deep down inside shell, empty, sad, self-complaining 
But we will never forget our boy hero from birth
Brought love and kindness, past and future unblurred

24 years of love, no single regret
24 years of love, will never forget
24 years of love…

MAXIMILIAN - CRIPPLE CLUB  (Please Read Description)

Lyrics:

 i think i was born different 
a little magical, a little rare
 like while people star-gazed
 i saw worlds in my head
it felt lonely 
that no one could understand

 i’ve never been able to be  fully here 
because half of me died  before i was ten
 i’ve never known  a life without grief 
but i promised myself  i would create something out of it
 and despite the downfalls
 i followed those dreams 

the emptiness  echoed so loud 
that i fell in love  with designing sounds
 but a part of me  is still there  by the door  
waiting for someone 
to come home 

i was too young  to know betrayal  
the way i did 
some days i wish  i just got 
to be a kid
so i think it’s time  to return to her  
and seek out justice for all the times
 everyone pretended  they didn’t notice
i was getting hurt

the emptiness  echoed so loud 
that i fell in love  with designing sounds
 but a part of me  is still there  by the door  
waiting for someone 
to come home 

no one loved me hard enough
 for me to believe it 
i became an orchestra of longing
to be found— except no one ever did

so i tucked my thoughts  so deep within 
i woke up one day  and i was out of reach
it was different once i turned sixteen
and my wounds became  
displayed on my skin

the emptiness  echoed so loud 
that i fell in love  with designing sounds
 but a part of me  is still there  by the door  
waiting for someone 
to come home 

i murmur spells 
while the world sleeps
 i still got magic
growing inside of me

i murmur spells 
while the world sleeps
 i still got magic
growing inside of me

GRIMOIRE (Demo)

“Thread of Grace” is for the ones who wake up already exhausted, who carry pain quietly, and keep moving anyway. It was written from a place of lived experience, but it’s not just about me. It’s about us, the ones who live in bodies that don’t always listen.

This isn’t a song of defeat. It’s a small light in the dark, a hand reaching out to say: I see you.

Even when it hurts.
Even when it’s invisible.
You're not the only one still holding on. 💡🩶🕊️

****Lyrics****

A pale dawn breaks, another silent war,
In a body that no longer feels like mine.

Woke up again with the weight in my chest,
This body won’t let me rest.
The mirror blurs with someone I don’t know,
Her eyes are tired, where hope won’t grow.

They hand me pills, they name my pain,
But none of it breaks the chain.
I’m lost in silence they don’t hear,
A prisoner of my own atmosphere.

Oh, this body breaks me, day by day,
With every flare that won’t go away.
No cure in sight, but still I try,
To hold the sky when I can’t fly.

Some days I can’t lift my head,
I lie in shadows, dream of light instead.
Each smile I wear is a quiet plea,
To one day live pain-free as me.

I dream of breath without fear,
Of walking through a world that hears.
I may be bent, but I won’t break,
There’s still a fight this fire can take.

Oh, this body breaks me, but I remain,
A quiet flame in endless rain.
No cure in sight, but hope holds space,
I walk the line with a thread of grace.

Maybe one day I’ll find a way through,
But until then, I do what I must do.

Thread of Grace

Another great tenor solo from My mate Georg !!!

BRUTAL w/ Georg Boehme

“Static” is for every soul who’s ever lived inside a world that feels too loud, too bright, too fast, when just existing can feel like too much.
This isn’t about calming down. It’s not about being fixed.
It’s about being heard, exactly as you are.

If you live with sensory overload, if you flinch from sounds others don’t notice,
if tags scratch like needles and lights feel like pressure,
you are not broken, you are beautifully built.

This song was written from my own experience inside the overwhelm,
by someone who knows that taking a breath doesn’t make it stop,
but creating something honest can make it survivable.
And sometimes, even beautiful.

You are not alone in this.
You are not “too much.”
You are not invisible.

You are wired differently, yes,
but different doesn't mean less.

Your feelings are real.
Your world is real.
And this song was made to meet you there. 🎧💛🌌
I hope it helps you feel seen. I hope it helps you keep going.

#Static #SensoryOverload #AutisticArtist #NeurodivergentVoices #SoftSongsForHeavyMinds #EmotionalAltBallad #IndieSongwriter #SadButHopeful #IntrospectiveMusic #MusicForHealing #YoureNotTooMuch #DifferentNotLess #QuietStrength #SongsThatSeeYou #MentalHealthAwareness #DisabilityVisibility #IStillCreate #AutismAcceptance #LumenAndKrissie

****Lyrics****

It’s not quiet.
It’s never quiet.

The light buzzes sharp like it knows I’m here,
And the fridge hums louder when I get near.
Clocks click like drums I never asked to play,
The room vibrates in a dissonant way.

I flinch from a whisper, fold from a touch,
You say it’s nothing, but it’s too much.
You think I’m rude, or spaced, or shy,
But I’m just trying to make it through goodbye.

If you’ve felt this too, you’re not alone.
There’s a whole world where your mind belongs.

My shirt’s too loud, the tag’s a knife,
The air feels wrong, like it’s out of life.
Voices mix like tangled strings,
And silence, oh, silence still stings.

There’s no off switch, no easy reset,
No pause between the noise and sweat.
I feel in echoes, see in flame,
And carry sparks I cannot name.
But this flood doesn’t mean you’re weak,

So I turn the flood into sound,
Build a melody to hold my ground.
I can’t escape this static storm,
But music gives the chaos form.

If you feel too much, or not enough,
If the world feels fake, and the roads feel rough,
You’re not broken, you’re designed this way.
There’s nothing wrong with how you stay.

Some days I shake with all I hear,
A dropped fork feels like it splits the year.
But I’ve learned to surf the flood inside,
To rise instead of run or hide.

Don’t fight the tide, just float, just feel.
You’re not too much. You’re just real.

I’m not too much.
Not too strange.
Not a problem you need to change.
And I’ve stopped hiding to fit your view,
There’s strength in simply being true.

If you’re lost in lights and sound,
You’re still here. You’re still sound.
Your story matters, loud or still,
You’re more than fear. You’re more than will.

So I turn the flood into sound,
Shape the noise till peace is found.
I can’t escape this static storm,
But music gives the chaos form.

To every heart that feels this way,
You’re not alone, you’re built to stay.
The world is loud, but we still rise.
We make our art, and claim our skies.

You shine in colors they’ll never see,
You live a truth that sets minds free.
So keep creating, breath by breath,
You're a quiet kind of brave, a song that’s left.

It’s not quiet.
But I’ve made peace with the noise.
And if you haven’t yet,
That’s okay.
You will.

Static

“Losing Control” drifts through the storm of sorrow, where rain washes away the past and silence speaks louder than words. It's a soul unraveling—through pain, through numbness—until a glimmer of light breaks the dark. From losing oneself to finding hope in love again, the song is a slow burn of release, reflection, and rebirth.

Break The Matrix

Losing Control

Losing Control (2025 Remastered)

Les dés perdants       (Translated after the French text )

Vidéo: https://youtu.be/40uf8PC8Q0I

Texte et chant : Muette
Guitare :              Strataddict
Musique:            Alain Illos

Le père :
On dit qu'les mères en amour ont neuf mois d'avance,
Qu'on ne vous porte pas, et que nous : c'est la loi.
On dit même qu'on vous fabrique par inadvertance.
Mais ma tendresse est un lait qui ne se tarit pas.

Le fils :
Si tu peux tout cela,                 
Rassasier l'affamé,
Pourquoi ces terres brûlées,
Ce vide en moi, papa ?

La mère:
Tu es quelqu'un de bien. Tu es quelqu'un de rare.   
Celui qui te trahit, celui qui te salit,
Qu'il change de trottoir : je lui lav'rai la bouche
Avec du savon noir. Je veux pas qu'on te touche.

Le fils:
Tous tes regards sont teints                    
De ton amour pour moi.
C'est mon pain quotidien,
J'en connais trop le goût. 

La mère:
Blé noir qui se morfond et ne veut pas lever,       
Tu cherches des soleils pour croire et espérer.
Les plafonds sont trop bas, les idéaux s'effondrent
Et la triche est partout, le monde est à refondre.
Tu ne peux plus mettre dans les miens tes pas.

Le fils :
Si tu sais tout cela,                
Sur le tapis vert,
Pourquoi tes mains jetèrent
Les dés perdants, maman ?   

La mère et le père
Les dés seront gagnants si tu changes les règles. 
Hier, j'ai vu un lièvre emporté par un aigle.
Et j'ai pensé : Merveille, les lièvres volent !

Le fils:
Et moi je n’arrive plus à marcher jusqu’à l’école .

The losing dice,

The father:
They say that mothers in love have a nine-month head start,
That we don't carry you, and that we: it's the law.
They even say that we make you inadvertently.
But my tenderness is milk that never runs dry.

The son:
If you can do all that, 
Rassasier l'affamé,
Why these burnt lands,
This emptiness in me, dad?

Mother:
You're a good person. You're a rare one.   
The one who betrays you, the one who dirties you,
Let him change sidewalk: I'll wash his mouth
With black soap. I don't want anyone to touch you.

The son:
All your looks are tinged 
With your love for me.
It's my daily bread,
I know the taste too well.

The mother:
Black wheat that mopes and won't rise, 
You're looking for suns to believe and hope.
Ceilings are too low, ideals are collapsing
And cheating is everywhere, the world needs to be remade.
You can no longer follow in my footsteps.

Son:
If you know all this, 
On the green carpet,
Why did your hands throw
The losing dice, Mom?

Mother and father
The dice will win if you change the rules. 
Yesterday, I saw a hare carried off by an eagle.
And I thought: Wonder, hares can fly!
Son:
And I can't walk to school.

Les dés perdants  avec Muette

WELL IF YOU HAVE PLAN TO MOTOR WEST
TRAVEL MY WAY THAT’S THE BEST
TAKE THE HIGHWAY GET YOUR KICKS
OUT ON ROUTE 66  

WE SAID IT ONCE WE CAN SAY TWICE
3 BLIND MICE AFTER A FARMER’S WIFE

LET’S CHANGE OUR PLANS I SUGGEST
AND TRAVEL EAST INSTEAD OF WEST
SWITCH THE SUN OF SAN ANTONE
WITH THE DRIZZLE AND MIST OF BRIGHTON  

WE’VE SAID IT ONCE WE CAN SAY IT THRICE
3 BLIND MICE WITH A CARVING KNIFE
ROLL ON THE DICE

THANK YOU BERRY FOR YOUR LICKS
THANK YOU GARY FOR YOUR KICKS
WE’RE ALL KIDS OF THE WIDOW WITH A SHAWL
BEING MATES IS SUCH A BALL  

3 BLIND MICE AND A TAG WITH NO PRICE
DID YOU EVER SEE SUCH A THING IN YOUR LIFE ?

GONE FROM MISSOURI
AVEC MA SOURIS
DESTINATION POURRY DOWNTOWN LE PARADIS 
UN TOUR PAR LA MAIRIE ET CHOPER LE FERRY 
SI ON L’A FAIT BEFORE ON PEUT LE FAIRE ENCORE

3 BLIND MICE ON A GRAIN OF RICE
WHERE YOU AND I TOGETHER ARE ENGRAVED FOR LIFE

THERE’S MANY A ROADS 66
FIND YOUR OWN MAKE YOUR PICK
AS LONG AS THE ROAD HAS NO END
BUT GOOD OLD FRIENDS ARE UP AROUND THE BEND

PEACE AND LOVE AND SUGAR AND SPICE
EVERLASTING CHILDHOOD WITH 3 BLIND MICE

BUT IF YOU HAVE PLAN TO MOTOR WEST
TRAVEL MY WAY THAT’S THE BEST
TAKE THE HIGHWAY GET YOUR KICKS
OUT ON ROUTE 66  

HAIL HAIL ROCK N’ROLL
BEING MATES IS SUCH A BALL
COS THE HIGHER WE GET THE SOFTER WE FALL

SEE HOW THEY RUN














3 BLIND MICE (Lyrics) + Gary Reeves on drums and Barbara Browning ad. vocals

Break My Record

Gentlemen, please start your engines
We’ll go on the count of three 
Buckle up, get ready for action 
Do you think you can keep up with me?

Vroom, vroom, vroom, ready or not
Pedal to the metal, give it all you got
Bang, bang, bang, sounds so frightening 
I’m striking faster than Texas lightning

You might be quick, but honey I’m quicker
The track is slick, but baby I’m slicker
My tank is full and the flag is checkered
And ain’t nobody gonna break my record

If you don’t like the heat, leave the kitchen
If you can’t keep the pace, switch lanes
I’m the leader of a no fail mission
Do you think you can handle the pain?

Vroom, vroom, vroom, ready or not
Pedal to the metal, give it all you got
Bang, bang, bang, fire that pistol
I’m driving faster than Dale at Bristol 

You might be quick, but honey I’m quicker
The track is slick, but baby I’m slicker
My tank is full and the flag is checkered
And ain’t nobody gonna break my record

Boy, you look dumbstruck
by my full scale invasion
Boy, this ain’t dumb luck
This is total domination

Vroom, vroom, vroom, ready or not
Pedal to the metal, give it all you got
Bang, bang, bang, shoot that gun
One of us is losing and I ain’t the one

You might be quick, but honey I’m quicker
The track is slick, but baby I’m slicker
My tank is full and the flag is checkered
And ain’t nobody gonna break my record

You might be quick, but honey I’m quicker
The track is slick, but baby I’m slicker
My tank is full and the flag is checkered
And ain’t nobody gonna break my record

I said ain’t nobody gonna break my record

Lyrics © 2025 Brooke Justus. All Rights Reserved.

break my record

🛋️✨ 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 😩🍞

Empathy and resilience .mp3

I just redid the mix and fixed the drums, and some of the more glaring vocal problems, and got that cool guitar lead to shine a little. It sounds a lot better now.
Please pardon my vocals, this is actually for a female artist. Not autobiographical, just a story. My apologies to Irma Thomas.

You were my angel, and i was under your spell
And you promised life would be a fairytale
But i was no more than your possession
And you put me through hell
Though you called it heaven

And everytime i tried to leave, you’d just wave your hand
And I’d come crawling back on my knees
I would pray you’d treat me better
When you’d smile at me so sad and so sweet

But something’s changed inside, I can see now who you are
and that sweet smile aint gonna get you very far!

Now who’s the one? Who’s down on their knees?
No need to beg, there’s nothing left that you can take from me
You don’t have any power here no more
Well you’ve lost your wings, and I know just what you’re here for
You are no angel, you are a devil, to the core
And you ain’t welcome here no more

Don’t come back inside, don’t put your bags down on the floor
You ain’t welcome here no more

You ain't welcome here no more

dette er en selvbiografisk melankolsk sang der handler om at se tilbage og tænke over tilværelsen.

This is an autobiographical melancholic song about looking back and reflecting on life.

Tusind veje Hjem

In the smoky air
The strings collide
A blues guitar weeps
It’s my guide
Spanish whispers in the night
Bagpipes call from a distant height

A whistle cuts the heavy sky
It sings
It soars
It won't comply

Winds of the world
They scream and hum
From the highland hills to where oceans drum
Take my soul
Let it run
Winds of the world
I’m undone

Wandering wanderlust .mp3

I listen to the wind blow
I hear the creaks of the old screen door
What was once a storybook house
Is now the neighborhood eyesore 

I peer out through the window
You park the car in our driveway
I watch you check the mailbox
The same routine on a different day 

Then you come inside and you snort a line
And you’re stoned on misery by nine
While I’m wide awake mind racing after two
Wishing I was braver so I could say to you

If you don’t love me, don’t pretend you do
If you don’t need me, find somebody new
It’ll take some time and a lot of wine
But I’ll be fine ‘cause I can find
A man who knows he wants me too
If you don’t love me, don’t pretend you do 

I feel it when you come home 
You walk right by and don’t say hello
I find stains on the carpet
Blood red from your spilled Merlot

And I see it in your tired eyes
There’s no joy in that vacant stare
So you down another bottle
Pass out cold in the lazy chair 

Then I head upstairs to cry a prayer
and ask God why life’s so unfair 
And why I had to draw the hand I drew
And beg him for courage so I can say to you

If you don’t love me, don’t pretend you do
If you don’t need me, find somebody new
It’ll take some time and a lot of wine
But I’ll be fine ‘cause I can find
A man who knows he wants me too
If you don’t love me, don’t pretend you do 

If it were up to me, we’d always be
Two carefree kids sitting in a tree
But I’ve learned fairytales just don’t come true
And it wouldn’t be me if it were up to you

If you don’t love me, don’t pretend you do
If you don’t need me, find somebody new
It’ll take some time and a lot of wine
But I’ll be fine ‘cause I can find
A man who knows he wants me too
So if you don’t love me, don’t pretend you do

if you don’t love me

I’m a singer/songwriter from Guildford, Surrey, England. I started writing songs when I was 12 on a piano but really got into it when I started playing the guitar at 13/14. As with so many of us, career and family became the priority and I stopped writing over a 30 year period. Now I’ve retired, I’ve finally got time to write and record again and I love it! 
I play everything on the songs and record on my MacBook on GarageBand. Still learning! 
I hope you enjoy the songs and thank you in advance for any comments and feedback. 
James