Another trip to therapy, another extortionate bill, all for the sake of a cup of coffee ☕😅 The appliances are cheekier, the breakdowns are messier, and the spoon still holds a grudge. I just wanted a brew, instead, I got a full blown kitchen intervention 🥄🧂💨
If you haven’t already heard the first session, start here: https://soundcloud.com/krazy-krissie/therapy-with-krissie
It sets the tone for what’s brewing 😵☕

****Lyrics***

So Krissie, you said things escalated again this morning?

Yes, Doctor. It started like a normal day. But then, they turned on me.

I tiptoed in with a hopeful sigh
Just wanted coffee, didn’t plan to cry
Reached for the fridge with the gentlest touch

But the fridge said
"Back again? How loyal of you. Should I even bother keeping things fresh?"

I just want milk, not a lecture, please
I replied while dodging a cheese
I grabbed a mug and turned and hurried

And Tupperware shouted from deep in the cupboard
"You always take the shiny new ones
I’ve still got a curry stain from twenty twenty two"

I’m not playing favorites, you’re just shaped weird
I muttered and slowly disappeared

Then from the drawer came a heavy sigh
"Ah yes, another day ignored. Tell my dreams I said goodbye"

You’re a grater, not a poet

The kettle rumbled like a gathering storm
"You never let me finish! You just use me! Am I just STEAM to you?!"

Your whole job is steam I tried to explain
But she shrieked and hissed like a runaway train

The microwave chimed in, whispering from the shadows
"Heated, but never heard"

You literally ding when you're done I said, blinking at the wall


Then came a tantrum from the toaster’s slot
"Another BAGEL?! I’m a toaster, not your backup quest!"

You literally have a bagel setting
I shouted back, waving the instruction manual like proof

The salt grinder twirled with dramatic intent
"If you over season one more time, I’ll submit a formal complaint"

To WHO? THE SPICE GIRLS?! I shouted toward the ceiling

Even the mirror looked me up and down and said
"I’m not saying anything, love, but I wouldn’t wear that"

I didn’t ask for your fashion review I replied, tugging my sleeve

Then I opened a drawer and the whisk let out screams
"MY SENSE OF SELF IS UNRAVELING AGAIN"

Yeah. Join the club

And then, the spoon
Yeah. The same fuckin spoon from last time
It slipped. And as it hit the floor, it announced

"This is why no one trusts you"

I JUST WANTED COFFEE! ONE SIMPLE BREW
NOW I’M PAYING YOU, THANKS TO MY CREW

So yes, Doctor. That’s why I’m back
Again

So. Just to clarify
You. Argue
With a spoon??!

Therapy with Krissie #2 ☕😵 Coffee First, Sanity Later 😵☕

cherry soda

let me be there for you

This is another cover of Ben Daglish's iconic Soundtrack for The Last Ninja on C-64. Originally released in 1987, The Wilderness track is a tribute to a piece of music that left an indelible mark on my childhood and therefore the World. Its unforgettable melodies and innovative sound design captivated me growing up and served as the vibrantly colorful soundscape badassery that only Ben Daglish Could master. Hours of sheer frustration, failures and daytime nightmares  in a completely un-nerfed game that gave absolutely Zero fucks about the feelings of the poor kid exposed to this satanic scheme. One of uncalibrated and worn out Tac-2 Joysticks on a good day. A game Sparking my passion for music creation. With this cover, I aimed to honor the one true King that was Ben Daglish, his original's timeless energy while adding my personal touch, hoping to evoke the same sense of wonder it gave me so many years ago.

The Wilderness

****

I hear silence..
and in its captivity...
it seems - I know who's next..

you think..
this loss is mine,
that I couldn't help you..

you opened the doors anyway..

and.

I see...
how - pain already wears
your perfume..
walks dangerously nearby..

wrapped in velvet comfort..
but you can't be saved..

let.
my words sound
like dusty confessions..
in a jukebox
- which spins the truth in a circle..
seems boring..
its aromas come,
when -
you break..

yes.
this is my loss -
that I couldn't help you
and all the words became wind
on it
moral treatises burn brightly..

survivor there -
hears the whisper of ashes
like
loud - memory..
when urban fantasy - ends..

you don't know yet -
at top speed
can't get closer..
illusion-
closes the eyes of the truth..
and the pauses between phrases will become caustic -
when I -
name this pain -
you won't believe
that nothing can break a sentence..

you think..
this is my loss -
that I couldn't help you...

at a great distance
it takes hellish patience..
to see..
how softly freedom breaks
those who are not ready for it..

and then...
decide to change your past
like broken glass..

and you want to close this door..
and erase the love of the letter..

but now.

you think,
it's my loss -
that I couldn't help you.

and I see how pain already permeates your scent,
but you can't be saved....
can't be saved....

****

слышу тишину..
ии в её плену... 
кажется - знаю кто следущий..

думаешь..
это пройгрышь - мой
что не вышло тебе помочь ..

ты всё равно открыла двери..

и. 
я вижу...
как — боль уже носит 
твои духи..
ходит рядом опасно.. 
завёрнутая в комфорта бархат..
но тебя не спасти ..

пусть.
звучат мои слова 
как пыльные признания..
в музыкальном автомате
- который по кругу.. правду вращает ..
она скучной кажется ..
её ароматы приходят
когда -
разбиваешься..

да.
это пройгрышь мой —
что не вышло тебе помочь 
и все слова ветром стали
на нём 
ярко горят трактаты о морали ..

выживший там — 
слышит шёпот пепла
как 
громкое - воспоминание..
когда городское фэнтези - кончается..

ещё не знаешь -
на запредельной скорости
сближаться нельзя..
иллюзия-
закрывает правде глаза ..
и колкими станут паузы между фраз -
когда я -
назову эту боль - 
ты не поверишь 
что ничем не разорвать приговор ..

думаешь..
это пройгрышь мой —
что не вышло тебе помочь...

на длинной дистанции 
нужно терпение адское..
чтоб видеть ..
как мягко ломает свобода
тех кто не готов к ней..

потом ...
решишь изменить своё прошлое 
как битое стекло ..
острое..

захочешь закрыть ту дверь ..
и любовные письма стереть..

но теперь:

думаешь 
это пройгрышь мой —
что не вышло тебе помочь.

и я вижу как боль уже носит твои духи
но тебя не спасти....
не спасти....

Let.

Freedom In The Heart And Boundless Thought

Echoes Of Smallness

Mysterious fairy💖

Misk - Ride or Die

No Prayers For The Quiet Ones

Noble Dancer - Techno

Singer, Songwriter, Composer

About Me
I am a Songwriter, Musician, Singer  and Composer who has been writing original Songs since the Age of 14. Over the Years, I have developed my own Sound and now produce my Music independently. For me, Music is a powerful Force — A Way to express, connect, and create something that resonates beyond Words.

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