yesss bro..this is cool and groovy👏🏼👍🏻🤜☕🤛⭐♨️⭐♨️⭐♨️⭐💥⭐💥⭐💥💫✨💫✨💫✨😃🌟✨🌟✨🌟🥂

I listened three times before it hit me, I knew that melody from somewhere. It wasn’t just familiar, it was personal. Then it clicked, “The Beach Boys” But this version doesn’t copy, it reimagines. Soft and aching in a whole new way. Gentle, timeless, and quietly moving. 💨 The kettle exhaled, “This one doesn’t play, it lingers” 🧊 The ice dispenser whispered, “Like remembering something you didn’t know you’d forgotten” 🌀 The blender turned slowly and said, “Tastes like nostalgia with a splash of jazz, smooth, strange, and beautiful.”

Just Like Jesus

Believe

In You

Right on Time

Ethereal

"гитарный футляр может вместить слишком много"

🎤   ***
May..
with the smell of lilac
filled
the empty room..
your guitar is not in it..
but memory clearly draws sounds
and this smell -
rocked the shadows on
the sunny portal of the floor

where you sang
as if not noticing me
passionately -
and your fingers on the strings mercilessly..

now I'm afraid - not of this silence
Emptiness,
which you left..
took everything from yourself
into a guitar case -
all the sounds and all my memory are there..

I was left with scraps of dreams..
with which - how to cope
- I don't know..
so that the last night does not explode..

we can see each other
only at a distance of a bullet
you will not forgive - for letting go..

the world has become big without you
you said - understand -
in bonds we will not go far
not only from each other
but also together..

yes...
then I
suffocated in this room
from the smell of lilacs..
and
the world without you became..
so big..

***
май..
запахом сирени
наполнил
пустую комнату..
в ней нет твоей гитары..
но память отчетливо звуки рисует
и этот запах —
Тени всколыхнул на
солнечном пола портале

где ты пел
как будто меня не замечая
страстно —
и пальцы об струны нещадно..

теперь боюсь - не этой тишины
а Пустоты
что оставил..
все забрав с собой
в чехле гитары —
там все звуки и вся моя память..

рывки снов мне остались..
с которыми - как обращаться
- не знаю..
Что бы прошым ночь не взрывалась..

нам.
можно видеться
лишь на расстоянии выстрела
ты не простишь меня -
за то, что отпустила..

мир без тебя стал велик
ты говорил - пойми -
в путах мы далеко не уйдём
не только друг от друга
но и вдвоем..

да...
тогда я
задохнулась в этой комнате
от запаха сирени..
и
мир без тебя стал велик..

I’ve been writing a lot of heavy, emotional songs lately, so I felt like doing something a little fun (and slightly unhinged). Sometimes you just need to scream into the void about laundry.

A sock. A loss. A breakdown in the spin cycle of life.

This whimsical folk-pop meltdown tells the tragic tale of a missing left sock and the emotional spiral that follows. Part musical theatre, part goblin-core ballad, it’s a soft-shoe soliloquy for the barefoot and emotionally unstable.

🎭 Genre: Theatrical Folk-Pop / Comedy Cabaret
🧺 Themes: Sock grief, dramatic overreaction, unresolved laundry trauma

Left Behind

🛋️✨ A theatrical meltdown disguised as a therapy session! Follow Krissie as she tries to explain her 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.

#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 😩🍞

I Perspektive

It Will All Be Fine

CAROLINE NO................................from the album "NEVER FELT THIS GOOD"

/ 16 июня /
in your city there is also sun...
and also June - the sixteenth...
you dreamed of thinking in another language..
- it will not come true..

but the rest will work out..!

what happened..?

we did not tell each other everything...
at our meeting
so many lies...
words hidden..
and time wasted
in doubts..

we are tired...
of wandering around real events...

and

your plan succeeded

yes...

but -
so-so..

so-so...

now...
you are far away

incomprehensible...

miles stretch and break...

between us....

you write songs about me
in another language

and I do not understand them...

we are refugees - we are emigrants from each other...

and
your plan succeeded

yes .

but -
it's so-so...

so-so...

в твоём городе тоже солнце...
и тоже июнь - шестнадцатое...
ты мечтал думать на другом языке ..
- это не сбудется..

а остальное удасться ..

что было ..

не всё друг другу сказали...
в нашей встрече 
так много лжи...
слова скрывали ..
и время потерялось 
в сомненьях наших..

мы устали ...
по реальным событиям
скитаться ...

и

твой план удался

да ...

но -
он так себе ..

так себе...

а теперь ...

ты далеко

непостижимо ...

мили тянутся и рвутся ...
между нами....

пишешь песни обо мне
на другом языке

я их не понимаю…

мы беженцы - 
мы друг от друга

эмигранты…

и

твой план удался

да .
но -
он так себе ..

так себе...

so-so

Although I never been in the music business, I've been a weekend warrior for years . I've vacillated from  Country to Rock and all forms of JAZZ. Also have live performances on FACEBOOK {Robert Smooth Jazz Guitar} & Robert Giesecke's JAZZ\POP Guitar on YOU TUBE.

CAROLINE NO................................from the album "NEVER FELT THIS GOOD"

ROBERT'S SMOOTH JAZZ GUITAR

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