This is so smooth it should come with a warning label 💿🛑 Everything about it is polished and warm, like slipping into a groove that already knows where it’s going. It’s playful, confident, and seriously catchy. Definitely one of those tracks that makes your head nod without even thinking 😎🧃 The juice press giggled and said, “That was a cleanse for my brain in the best possible way” 🧽 The dishwasher clinked and muttered, “I don’t usually approve of sticky beats, but I’d let this one rinse twice” 🎧 The coffee machine buzzed and said, “Hot, smooth, and slightly addictive, yeah, I’m awake now” Instant mood lift, I’ll be hitting repeat on this one 💛

June 2025 - Part 8

I couldn’t think of a title, so I figured I would be direct.


Corinthians 13:7

Love never gives up, never loses faith, is always hopeful, and endures through every circumstance.

⚠️ WARNING ⚠️: I am not a therapist or the lead voice for a campaign on mental health. I am here to help those heal. My main goal is not to hurt or complicate life for you. If anything, I understand I am using a lot of reverse psychology to push people into a better way of thinking. (It’s a really complicated way of thinking,  if you do lose a loved one and go through these emotions you will know someone else is going through it with you too(: )…….. I am saying things most wouldn’t say or can’t say to express a situation, so hopefully others don’t go down the same road as well. God willing. 👁👄👁

My enemies will still say I’m a shitty person for standing up for myself, when in reality my enemies are the weakest people that I have met. Imagine, calling someone a nigger and a item, to only listen to their voice all day. But I guess that’s what makes me stronger.  Weak people. 


LYRICS By ALPHA ALMIGHTY:

Yea, fucked up it is, please let me live. 

fucked up it is, please let me live. 

They think I have mom issues, my mom is dead. 

Bitch,  get a tissue. They think I have mom issues. 

My mom is dead BITCH, Sit down here’s a tissue.

 I don’t miss you, I just use you😳.

 I destroy everything that you are. I am your shining star. 😰🤝💗

I am everything you can’t forget. Baby please don’t let me live. 😉😏 

I wanna die by your side, bitch I’m loaded Glock nine. (Nine) 9 🧃🌎 

They think I have mommy issues, my mom is dead.  BITCH!

HEY!

Use a tissue *wheeze* 🥵, 
No regrets I’ve been here and back in all black like a casket. ⚰️ 
Please don’t overreact I want you pulling back, please have a heart attack.

*woah*

They think I have mom issues

*damn*

my mom is dead, and I don’t miss you.

To tell you the truth, she would hate you too. 

To tell you the truth, I love to use everything that you are. 

Bitch I am your shining star, bitch I am your shining star I love to use you. 

I love to use you. 

🖕🏾

*BITCH*


They think I have mom issues. My mom is dead. *BITCH*

Use a tissue, I don’t miss you, I just “overuse”.  I feel like I am abuse I think I need you like you need me too. 😉

I want you and you want ___ 🤐

I want you and you want ___🤐

I want you and you want ___🤐

I want you. 😰

I want you and you want them. 
I want you and you want them. 

I want you. 😶‍🌫️

My Mom Died, So I Decided To Raise A Generation/RIP Mom, U Will Never Be A Issue Prod By YungMoraie

Sounds odd but I think I more or less agree with these lyrics. The "purpose" of life or for that matter anything is subject to interpretation. However i do think we spend far too much time and energy searching for a reason or purpose when one probably does not exist. Life is a wonderful accident. This distraction of searching for "meaning" distracts us I think from the practical task at hand: caring for each other and the planet.

lyrics
I walked through the woods on a sunny day
nothing on my mind to get in the way
I looked to my left,I looked to my right
I looked straight up at the sky so bright
when I stumbled uopn something hard to explain
6 big trees in a circle so perfect
there HAD to be a reason
There HaAd to be a purpose
who could have done such a wonderous thing
Deep in the woods away from everything

As I left the trees and walked along
my eyes now firmly fixed on the ground
I didn't look left, I didn't look right
my ears had gone deaf,my eyes had gone blind
my mind was too full
my thoughts too profound
a circle? why a circle?
so perfectly round
what was the purpose?
A reason MUST be found

I kept walking with those trees on my mind
to my surprise what did I find
a big empty field of broken swords and shields
piles of bones of horses and men
a glorious battle here must have been
I saw 2 banners, one red and one blue
facing each other as the cold winds blew
one bright and proud of this I was sure
but now dull and tattered,ripped and torn
each of them stained with the blod of the other
I wonder who won this epic struggle

I picked up a skull and looked into the eyes
and started at the empty space inside
why did you fight? why did you die?
where is your gold? where ids your glory?
Is there no one left to ell your story?
what was the cause? what was the purpose? it must have been great to cause such carnage
but the forest was silent I heard no answer
there was no reason why
I thought of the circle I thought of the skull
so I left the clearing  with a step that was light
I looked to my left I looked to my right
I looked straight up at the sky so bright

we work too hard sometimes it seems 
to give a purpose to everything we see
and no longer have to ask mysellf why?
now I can look up at the sky

the circle and the skull ( are we kidding ourselves??)

I Don't Wannabe (Your 51st State) - Pop/Rock Version

Mr. President, a moment if you please
We used to be like brothers now you're coming after me
Mm-hmm we fought together, died together too
And I can't believe this nightmare is all because of you
So let me say to USA as nicely as I can
To leave it along and let us just be friends
Talkin' 'bout my home, my true North, Strong & Free
And like the song says, baby, We Stand On Guard for Thee

I don't
I don't wanna
Don't wannabe
I don't wannabe your 51st state, no
I don't
I don't wanna
Don't wannabe
Don't wannabe your 51st state now

Friends like us gotta find a way
To make things right for the USA
Friends and family across the border
It's elbows up when we get in the corner
Where we live is happy home
Reaching for something that ain't your own
We understand you want to grow
Our advice, just leave it alone

I don't
I don't wanna
Don't wannabe
I don't wannabe your 51st state, no
I don't
I don't wanna
Don't wanna
Don't wannabe your 51st state now

Cover Art: Cheetah Girl

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I Don't Wannabe (Your 51st State) [Pop/Rock]

I Don't Wannabe (Your 51st State) - Pop/Rock REMIX

https://open.spotify.com/album/0Y1sFbnlzDZu61LrYGcNK9?si=EscPloz1Twy72WVeznnSrg

https://greathare.bandcamp.com/track/calm-backwaters

Calm Backwaters

Thurston's Nightmare

Roi De L'Herbe

King Of The Grass

Violet Fields is a song about conflicted lovers who coexist in harmony in a violet parallel universe.

Lyrics

Verse 1
There's an angel in me that can't get to my heart
My mind won't allow this love above
Don't listen to her she's witchy, they say
She'll unravel your soul with her enchanting ways

Chorus 1
True love sings to me from violet fields
Will you come listen to me
Beyond this earth we'll be free

Verse 2
Violet you must be the angel in me
From violet fields we see
Help me to see, what we can be
Come through the dark veil to me

Bridge and Chorus 2
In the violet, in the violet, I can be with you
In the violet, in the violet, I can be with you
My true love sings to me from violet fields
Will you come listen to me
Beyond this earth we'll be free

Verse 3
The angel in me is close to my heart
The world may say she's not okay
She is good to me and together we'll be
When we kiss the world makes sense

Bridge and close
In the violet, in the violet I can be with you
In the violet, in the violet I can be with you
Violet I hear you now
You and I know how to love

Lyrics by Wayland Stephens and Mary Pothanikat

iTunes-Violet Fields

Violet Fields

A post-punk snapshot of a single day in 1970s Brooklyn. Self-written and self-produced.

Bed Stuy '79

A vibrant street scene comes alive with a bold figure confidently presenting a refreshing glass of lemonade. The subject is dressed in eclectic, colorful clothing that reflects a carefree, renegade spirit, and their expressive stance is dynamic, suggesting movement as they prepare to bounce away with infectious energy. The background features bustling urban elements, such as graffiti-covered walls and sun-kissed pavement, enhancing the lively atmosphere. Soft sunlight filters through the trees, casting playful shadows and illuminating the vibrant yellows and greens of the lemonade stand, creating an inviting and refreshing ambiance.

Renegade

"Sugar Rush" is the brand new indie-pop anthem by Porcelain Moon that offers a tongue-in-cheek perspective on the exhilarating thrill of a first kiss and new infatuation. A cool mix of indie, bedroom pop, and a touch of jazz, funk and soul - all topped off with honeyed vocals over a groovy beat. 

Written by Emma de Goede and Petrus Gerrit Matthee.
Produced and mixed by Gerry Matthee
Mastered by Mike Zietsman
Cover artwork by Emma de Goede

Read the press release: https://porcelainmoon.ffm.to/sugar-rush-press-release

Sugar Rush - Single

Sugar Rush

I See Colour

Many people have many pasts, and I'm sure there are things that are painful and still drag on today. I think those things, including fun things, make up people's world and universe. Sometimes we daydream about them and feel them, but when we come back to ourselves, what emotions do we feel? Thanks for your interest in my music. And you are a good person for reading here :)

universe of the mind

Kyoto

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Kiddo

Aura | Instrumental Beat

About Me
Hi, I’m Krissie 💜 I have high functioning autism, which I proudly call a gift, though sometimes it drags me into beautifully bonkers territory. I played saxophone for over ten years (seriously, I could wail).. until I got ill and my arms went on strike. But music? It stuck around. So now I do what I can, I write, engineer, and produce my own songs, shaping them with whatever magic I’ve got left, plus a few emotional plot twists. I mostly post them here on SoundCloud because, let’s be real, this place is easier to manage than the rest of the digital circus.

Since joining, I’ve met some incredible, like minded humans, some aliens too I'm pretty sure. If you want to be friends, yay! Come say hi, I don’t bite unless provoked 🐍 Just please don’t offer to promote me or “grow my following.” This isn’t a career move, it’s not business, this is soul work, glitter therapy, a creative outlet with mood swings. I’m here for the music, the honesty, the connections that don’t feel like marketing.

PSA: I’m a little insane. Hahaha. But in a “lost my sock under the bridge of my own song” kind of way. 🎶🧦💫

To the SoundCloud community, thank you 💜

All my life, I’ve had to hide who and what I am. I’ve never been what the world calls “normal.” As I say in 'I Don’t Write Songs "I Survive"', my brain just isn’t wired the way it should be. I’ve been called weird, not right in the head, bonkers, even crazy. So I learned to mask, to shrink, to pretend. But here.. here, I get to breathe. To be.

And it’s not just the music. It’s the comments, the replies, the strange and sparkling conversations where I finally feel like I don’t have to filter myself. I can be full volume, full chaos, full heart, and somehow, that’s not just accepted, it’s welcomed.

You beautiful humans (and possibly aliens) have given me something I never thought I’d find, a place to be fully myself. To speak how I feel, to show what I see, and to turn it all into sound and words without shame. The way you’ve welcomed me, supported me, seen me, there are no words. (Yes, I know. Me. The Queen of Words. Speechless. Don’t get used to it.)

My heart is so full of love and gratitude, I’m honestly surprised it hasn’t burst into glitter. Thank you. All of you. From the very bottom of my shoelaces 🖤🎶🧦

PS: I think I may have reached my final form. Please advise the fridge accordingly. 🧃🌀👽

Hey there. DREAM RECORDER is where I give sound to my ideas – a sonic lab driven by music, imagination & the magic of AI. 

__________________________________


I’m not the typical musician.
By day, I build brand identities and prototype futures. By night, I record soundscapes – powered by A.I., fueled by emotion.
These tracks aren’t polished productions. They’re sonic prototypes. Experiments in feeling, form, and future potential.
I don’t pretend to be a great singer or virtuoso.
But I believe in the beauty of turning ideas into something you can move to. And yes – A.I. helps bring these thoughts to life.

My music is a love letter to the imagination.
To the belief that a demo can carry real soul.
To the spirit that music always needs – and to the deep respect I have for anyone who makes music, no matter how, what or why.
This is just the beginning: they’re synthesized souls, for now.
But maybe, one day, these dreams will become real.
Never stop believing ! And always: Groove on ! ! !

Michael,
DREAM RECORDER

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😏 Krazy Krissie 🧦

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