Name: All That we Left Behind (Indie Pop Version) by The Social Confession
Duration: 3 min 10 s
Description: Written by Tim Donahue: For more tracks https://on.soundcloud.com/wPuHP37XSxWKCBPkEV

Warm and radiant. This track celebrates the joy and courage of stepping into a new day, with uplifting textures and soft rhythm.
Energy without rush. Presence without noise.

Rising Sun

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 😵☕

London’s Song 1 couldn’t care less about being original. Or about what you think. Their music? A shameless tribute to everything they’ve ever loved — from 90s alt-rock to 00s indie anthems and back again. They’re not copying, they’re honouring. Not stealing, but levelling up. Not reinventing the wheel, just flooring the gas pedal.

Rooms Without Names kicks off with a deliciously groovy bassline and an off-kilter drumbeat that fits the track like a glove. The vocals are given all the space they deserve, while the guitars weave in and out, keeping everything wide open and full of air.

And then there’s the chorus — so catchy it feels instantly familiar, like a song you've known for years. Before you know it, you’re singing along.

Halfway through, the track builds into a bold bridge that hits with the kind of impact you’ve come to expect from Song 1’s previous two singles — only to seamlessly slide right back into the vibe laid out from the very first notes.

Not curious yet? Hit play. You’ll get it the moment you hear it.

Song 1 - Rooms Without Names

If You Want Me

Your sky in diamonds
so blue...

You can do everything,
but... you choose pink,
like a seductively painted
cake...

so beautiful...
oh!
and
a happy Hollywood smile

eternal blonde...

and we still...
still succumb...
to your cover...

not realizing
that the Barbie doll

looks
and sees no one...
doesn't cry...
- feels nothing.

inside under the plastic - empty

such beauty will not save this world!

but we still
still are led by the cover...
eternal blonde

we look with delight:

here is Kent and the limousine
at the door
yes
she is Barbie on the outside -
but inside there is nothing...

now...
they are happy
will drive away into the pink sunset. ..
and we will wait for them..
not realizing that
we give them life..
not allowing
them to lie on the shelf with a price tag,

and then we suffer..
and dream..
that this beauty will save
our stupid world

and for now:
eternal blonde - smile!!
you are all - ok!
because we still

still fall in love with your...
cover..

you are so beautiful
ah!

****
твоё небо в алмазах
такое голубое..

ты можешь любой -
но - выбираешь розовый 
как заманчиво раскрашенное
пирожное..

такая красивая ..
ай!
и
голливудская улыбка счастливая

вечная блоонди..

и мы всё ещё — 
всё еще ведёмся..
на твою обложку ..

но барби - кукла: 
смотрит
и никого не видит..
не плачет .. улыбаясь..
-- ничего не чувствуя.
внутри под пластмассой - пусто
....

такая красота не спасёт этот мир

но мы всё ещё 
всё еще ведёмся на обложку..
вечной блоонди

восторженно следим:
вот Кент и лимузин 
у двери
да
она снаружи барби - 
но ничего внутри ..

сейчас..
они счастливые 
уедут в розовый закат. ..
а мы останемся их ждать..
не понимая
что мы
их оживляем..
не позволяя
им на полке с ценником лежать

а потом страдаем.. 
и мечтаем ..
что эта красота спасёт 
наш круглый как
дурак — мир


а пока: 
вечная блондии -- улыбайся !
у тебя всё - о'кей !
ведь мы всё ещё 
всё ещё ведёмся на твою ..
обложку..


ты такая красивая 
ай!
и твоя
улыбка счастливая ..
ты смотришь
ничего не чувствуя...

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Tim Donahue is a versatile songwriter, musician, and music producer from Salem, Massachusetts who seamlessly blends indie rock, alternative rock and NuMetal, folk singer-songwriter, pop, and Acoustic rock into his music. The songs range from upbeat and anthemic to melancholic and introspective, reflecting the diverse tapestry of the human experience. Drawing inspiration from pop culture and the raw realities of life, Tim crafts songs that are both lyrically and melodically driven, often beginning at the piano, guitar, or with a head melody. With a focus on honest and relatable storytelling, Tim's music offers a unique perspective on personal struggles and the power of empathy, making it resonate deeply with listeners. Aspiring to write for other artists, Tim seeks to contribute his unique voice and heartfelt narratives to the music world.

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