Name: Coffee For Two by Magical Maybe
Duration: 2 min 47 s
Description: Well coffee for two could be nothing or absolutely everything.

Really sounds more Sunshine Pop to me -- Beautiful South, Radio Dept, The Clientele; a tremendous vocal performance;  this is a tune I'd choose for repeat listening if it were on Spotify -- nice one!!

@jeff_roberts Thanks Jeff,  Sunshine Pop it is then. cheers

What a great uplifting feel this track has. Fantastic work, and exceptional vocals.

Oh my goodness, I've missed so many of your songs. But now I'm making a magical maybe evening out of it. A great and catchy song, I like it very much.💫

Thanks so much Monika i dont get too many Wow's so i will smile all day with that.

Sunshyn ☀️

Tenement Tragedy

Well coffee for two could be nothing or absolutely everything. 

Coffee For Two

🛋️✨ 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 😩🍞

Vibe plunges into the depths of a mesmerizing obsession, where passion takes hold and pulls you in completely. It's about being utterly "strung" by someone's presence, your heart beating to their rhythm, caught in a trance-like state.

The lyrics paint a vivid picture of intense longing and a thrilling surrender – from the "smooth down your body" that sends a "quiver," to eyes "wider than life" reflecting pure absorption. Yet, beneath the sugar, there's a hint of unease with "fear in the cracks" and the question of whether this captivating pull comes with a price.

If you've ever felt that undeniable "vibe" from someone, this track is for you.

Listen now and let "Vibe" consume you.

Lyrics:
Under your spell
I am strung
Snaping my heart
Beating your rhythm
Smooth down your body
Shows me a quiver
Look at my eyes
Wider than life

I’m so inside
Smothered in sugar
Fear in the cracks
Uncertain skin
Aches will consume
Gotta pay something
Hooked on a line
Are you all mine

I want your Vibe,
Oooo, I need your Vibe
I want your Vibe,
Oooo, I need your Vibe

Vibe

Just a second version that I really too... I reckon human nature is easy to explain. either it’s driven by love, or it’s driven by hate, or most often: anything between. I also guess, love driven people tend to look for similarities between individuals, whereas hate driven people focus on differences. appetency towards friends vs appetency towards foes. that’s humans, just that easy, just that conflicting… 

anyway, here comes a song dedicated to something exclusively human. a very special kind of moment that connects all of us billions of times each day or rather night. a moment that should actually tell us how absurd hate is.

as usual, my vocal persona from suno challenged me with heaps of highly individual results and over a hundred of attempts made to end up in the trash. 

there’s also a very different version made for a video concept I just put on youtube, if you are interested, https://youtu.be/Xl8ACnyZFw0?si=7JKl8jbROj031M0U

lyrics, music and production by ©Hans-Michael Albers – vocal performance by suno.4.5

Google translation

Endlessly distant ceilings.
made of dark shadows and black corners.
a canvas of sleepless brooding
Of bright, beautiful, evil and sick thoughts.

Worrying, fearing, hoping, praying.
Smiling, loving, cursing and kicking.
Minutes, hours, night after night.
Not a single eye closed.

Sleep, people, sleep!
Sleep, people, sleep!

Same happiness, same sorrow.
Longing for a little slumber.
Heads full of similar things.
No matter what we argue about,

A sea of lonely human feelings.
Unfathomable deep and infinite.
Everything that turns dreams into thoughts.
Tonight, for night, for night, for night.

Sleep, people, sleep!
Sleep, people, sleep.

Original:

Unfassbar weite Zimmerdecken
Voll dunkler Schatten, schwarzer Ecken
Die Leinwand schlafloser Gedanken
Von hellen, schönen, bösen, kranken

Ein Sorgen, Fürchten, Hoffen, Beten
Ein Lächeln, Lieben, Fluchen, Treten
Minuten, Stunden, Nacht für Nacht
Nicht mal ein Auge zugemacht

Schlaft Menschen, schlaft 

Das gleiche Glück, derselbe Kummer
Die Sehnsucht nach ein bisschen Schlummer
Die Köpfe voll Gemeinsamkeiten
Egal, worüber wir uns streiten

Ein Meer einsamer Menschgefühle 
Unendlich tief, unendlich viele
Alles, was Träume zu Gedanken macht
Heut Nacht, für Nacht, für Nacht, für Nacht

Menschen, Schlaft, Menschen

#softpop #lovesong #loss #soulmate #gameoflove #femalevocals #sadsong #folkpop #harmonies

losing game

My Grandmother would have been 105 today. Happy Birthday Doris 🤍 Rest in Peace
"There's no point in crying over spilled milk" Nana Doris - Focus your worries on things that actually matter instead of wasting your time and thought on things that don't ✅ Thanks Doris. We're going to find that peace 🫡🕊️


Instrumentation
-Live Vocal run with Acoustic Guitar
-Lead Acoustic Guitar run
-Rhythm Acoustic Run
-Tin whistle (Don't laugh... first time trying this haha)
-Vocals expanded

To Add
-Jazz walking bass

Lets go Rory G power. Love ya man

Time Fulcrum

Drone provocations
Poking the quiet bear
Vova vexed by this silence
Enabled by our lack of flair
The tsar missing the union
That's far too much freedom around
Free Slavic societies
Not helping him control home ground

Bringing back that soviet union
Old KGB head preys
The cold war wasn't hot enough
So let's bring it the present day
That suits his fud
His digital war
The lemmings burn the truth
These confusion bombs...
What are they normal for?

Do you want a better world?
Do you care for a globe that's free?
Or is your elongated reign
Fake power 'till you hit year 150
Dystopian dream
Vova and Jim Ping
Up a dictator tree
Dumb chums ass kissing

We have had our big wars
We won many their freedom
Now corruption is aligning
To challenge this dreamdom
We were never perfect
But we moved forward
1984 reflection
Trolls make fake ideas hoarded

We have had our big wars
We won many their freedom
Will we still believe the fascists
Or will we align with hope and treedom
Let's find a long peace out of the doldrums
Oh fires burn out
Move to a fair time now fulcrum

Time fulcrum
Time fulcrum
Time fulcrum

Time Fulcrum

Didn't Know About Andy

I've shed some
..........sparkling tears-
tears to suit this time of the year.
Oh! I've shed some
..........sparkling tears-
tears to suit this time of the year.
Long dark nights emotionally lit
with illuminating strings
.....of glittering decorations.
Long dark nights emotionally lit
with illuminating strings
.....of glittering decorations.
All of you normally gloomy guys-
bring out your rare festive sides.
Drink grog. Start your log fires.
Complete all the preparations.

*

.....Make room
..........for a Christmas time.
.....Make room
..........for the Christmas tree.
.....Make room
..........for magic and mystery.
......Make room
..........to consume a feast.
......Make room
...........to eat like wanton beasts.
......Make room over there
......out of the glare.
......Set a spare place for Jesus.

*

I've shed some
..........sparkling tears-
tears to suit this time of the year.
Oh! I've shed some
..........sparkling tears-
tears to suit this time of the year.
Long dark nights emotionally lit
with illuminating strings
.....of glittering decorations.
Long dark nights emotionally lit
with illuminating strings
.....of glittering decorations.
All of you normally gloomy guys-
bring out your rare festive sides.
Drink grog. Start your log fires.
Complete all the preparations.

*

.....Make room
..........for a Christmas time.
.....Make room
..........for the Christmas tree.
.....Make room
..........for magic and mystery.
......Make room
..........to consume a feast.
......Make room
...........to eat like wanton beasts.
......Make room over there
......out of the glare.
......Set a spare place for Jesus.

*

......Make room
...........to eat like wanton beasts.
......Make room over there
......out of the glare.
......Set a spare place for Jesus.

MAKE ROOM

Written by Jonas Vogt and Ben Ashbrooks, 2024

Enigma Of Existence – 80s Version

Magical Maybe is Steven Parry who lives in Chorley Lancashire.  He writes songs in his spare time and  in his studio under the stairs. The original idea was to produce music for fun and that's exactly the same idea today. Ideas come in many shapes and forms and if anything gets done of any valve then maybe that is the magic. If anyone ever wants to use the songs for any reason please just reach out.

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