I Threw Our Love Away

Hate You Too

A cardboard house full of plastic chairs
Digital fish in the fish tank stare
Love for sale on the OLED screen
Paper is better, words kept unseen

I'm looking at the screens
You’re looking at the screens
We’re looking at the screens
Stop looking at the screens

I wanna be someone else's kid
Refrigerator full of smash-and-grab
I'll make you a crown out of paper straws
Tell me a joke that I haven't heard

I'm looking at the screens
You’re looking at the screens
We’re looking at the screens
Stop looking at the screens

I bought you a hat to match all your tee shirts
Soft static and shades of yellow suburban
I will be Frank and you'll be my ma cherie
Coat full of patches and kaleidoscope daydreams

I'm looking at the screens
You’re looking at the screens
We’re looking at the screen
Stop looking at the screen

Cruella - Screens

Boys
There's a war on
And there's talk of a famine
But someone's still got to keep the campfire burning
Some kids are going doing drugs in the bull rush
And in these desperate times
I realize I'm only here because matey's locked up

[Chorus]
So when he gets out of jail
Coulda sworn it, there'd be something you'd never wanted
I don't want no good girl

[Verse 2]
And no"
Boys up from the sticks
Travelin' east into Red Ridge
"Reckon we could take 'em
Reckon we could save 'em
Show 'em
The error of their ways
Oh my-
Let's say we didn't
But can we still say we tried"?
Yeah
Ain't goin' out like that

[Verse 3]
Boys
There's a War-drobe that's somewhere between work and The Age
Ah-ooo
Type of job
One which I can burn all bridging but which no-one can replace
Ah-ooo
Ah-oooohh (Ah-oooohh)
When the moon meets my eye
Like a big pizza pie
Realize I'm only here because matey's locked up

[Chorus]
So when he gets out of jail
Coulda sworn it, there'd be something you'd never wanted
I don't want no good girl

I don't want no good girl

ANALOG by NOVA J

In my dreams I’m back in ‘93
In the office, computer-free
Fluorescent lights and rotary
Full of vintage machinery

Oh, I long to be analog (analog)
Yeah, I long to be analog (analog)

Off the grid
Analog
(Off the grid
Analog)

Yes to corded simplicity
No to scrolling anxiety
TV static serenity
In my dreams I’m back in ‘93

Yeah, I wanna be analog (analog)
Oh, I wanna be analog (analog)

Off the grid
Analog
(Off the grid
Analog)

In my dreams I’m trauma-free
Blur the bad that happened to me
Rose-colored glasses, simplicity
In my dreams I’m back in ‘93

Oh, I long to be analog (analog)
Yeah, I long to be analog (analog)

Yeah, I wanna be analog (analog)
Oh, I wanna be analog (analog)

Yeah, I wanna be analog (analog)
Oh, I wanna be analog (analog)

ANALOG

Little Things

✨ Carry Love is a warm, reflective track from Axis Three that proves you don’t need volume to have impact. 💬💛 With soft harmonies, mellow saxophone, grounded rap, and heartfelt vocals, this song flows like quiet strength. 🌊🔥

It’s for the ones who lead with love, hold their ground without shouting, and find power in truth, not noise.
Three voices, one message, we rise steady, we carry love. 🎤🎷

****Lyrics****

We don’t need to shout to be heard
Soft is strong when it’s real in the word
Three voices, one flame, rising above
We don’t chase noise, we carry love

I walk through days where silence aches
But even then, my heartbeat wakes
I’ve learned to bloom where the world says wait
To hold my power, not take their bait

I don’t flex pain, I fold it neat
Wrote truth in corners they won’t meet
Two queens beside, we hold the line
Three notes deep in a single spine

I used to need to prove my light
Now I just sing it into night
My voice is mine, not built to please
But still it flows like midnight seas

We don’t need to shout to be heard
Soft is strong when it’s real in the word
Three voices, one flame, rising above
We don’t chase noise, we carry love

Yeah, we don’t fold, we finesse
Peace in the groove, not a race or a guess
Built slow like roots in the storm
Truth ain’t loud, it’s quiet, warm

I don’t need fire to prove my heat
I don’t need praise to feel complete
I just need space to sing my way
And hearts like ours that choose to stay

You taught me soft ain’t weak, it leads
Like light that grows from planted seeds
I used to shout to feel alive
Now I just breathe, and I arrive

We... we don’t need to shout to be heard
Soft is strong when it’s real in the word
Three voices, one flame, rising above
We don’t chase noise, we carry love

We don’t need noise to make our mark
We don’t need spotlights to spark
We rise in rhythm, old and new
Not loud, not lost, just steady and true

Carry Love (Axis Three)

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WELCOME TO THE COUNTRY KITCHEN

I’m Kristyn – a storyteller at heart.
For 20 years, I’ve been a self-employed storyteller, turning my own stories and those of others into music. I shape narratives through music, photography, motion pictures and novels, crafting immersive worlds where sound and visuals connect.

The Country Kitchen brings the essence of The Country Kitchen Nashville to life – every week I release new country-inspired songs filled with real emotions and timeless storytelling.

I don’t just create or write songs – I turn experiences into music. Every lyric and melody originates in my mind and is shaped with modern tools as my creative partners. This isn’t a casual experiment but a structured, intentional approach that blends human emotion with technology.

Beyond music, every artwork and design is crafted by me, ensuring a fully realized artistic vision.

Dive into my world and experience what happens when deep storytelling meets innovation.

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