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“I Still Play” is a personal piece from me, Krazy Krissie. I used to perform with a sax in my hands and a dream in my chest... until life took a bite out of both. Illness changed everything,  but it didn’t end my journey, it just forced me to take a different road.

This song is for anyone who's had their plans shattered and their voice shaken. You don’t have to quit, just pivot.
Your path may shift, but the music?
It can still be yours. 🎷🖤✨

****Lyrics****

It started with a sax and a secondhand smile
Ten years deep in a dream we made worthwhile
Just friends and songs under birthday lights
No fame, just fire on those Saturday nights
I had a voice behind the sound
Helping others rise while I held the ground

But life don’t ask, it just arrives
A whisper first, then it rewrites lives
I woke up one day, and my body said no
To every rhythm I used to know
Now I create from a different place
And write through pain I can’t erase

But I still play, just in a different way
I build the world where someone else can sway
I lost the notes, but not the sound
The stories still find their way around
It’s not the path I thought I’d take
But it’s still a song I get to make

It’s still a song I get to make…

There’s grief in knowing some doors stay closed
In the weight of what your body never chose
But I won’t fold, I won’t erase
The fire that time can’t displace
I am more than what I’ve lost
I’ve paid the price, but not the cost

So if you’re out there, stuck in pause
If the world don’t clap, just take applause
From the words you write, the tracks you send
Your voice can echo without end

you’re not broken… just renamed…

There was a time I thought it ended here,
When I couldn’t lift the sax I held for years.
No more melodies, no more sound,
Just silence where my life was found.
But silence taught me something new,
That music never leaves, it just finds a different view.

I still play, through every beat I build
Every lyric traced from something I’ve felt
The stage has changed, the lights are new
But the soul of the song is still true
We bend, we burn, but we don’t break
We still make music, for our own sake

We still make music…
For our own sake…

So here’s my solo, made of light
From quiet studios and sleepless nights
No Saxophone in hand, but still I stay,
Because I still play.

I Still Play

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                🎼Who are we to God?🎶


(Verse 1)
Tablets in the palm of your hand — white snow.
The mirror whispers: "You're not human."  A voice outside the door: "Why are you frozen?" 
And I have long been in the void, in the dust...

(Chorus)
Who are we to God? Who lives in us?
Shadows in the cell, looking at nothing.
Broken laughter, deceived light.
We are our own directors of troubles. Who are we to God? The answer is silence... 
In a game without rules, we are all alone.

(Verse 2)
She's shaking with a cross around her neck.
Like an angel lost in hell.
"Demons lurk in every frame"
She whispers to me, and suddenly there's a smile in her eyes.

(Chorus)
Who are we to God? Who lives in us?
Shadows in the cell, looking at nothing.
Broken laughter, deceived light.
We are our own directors of troubles. Who are we to God? The answer is silence ... 
In a game without rules, we are all alone.

(Bridge)
ChatGPT writes our pain,
The code turns to ash and pain.
"You are not gods, you are just a string!"
The hum of the camera, and the stage burns to ashes...

(Verse 3)
In each frame — an empty soul,
Prozac in the blood, but the code does not obey.
We wanted creativity and fire...
But we got someone else's vision.

(Chorus)
Who are we to God? Who lives in us?
Shadows in the cell, looking at nothing.
Broken laughter, deceived light.
We are our own directors of troubles. Who are we to God? The answer is silence... 
In a game without rules, we are all alone.

(Epilogue)
"Error. Self-awareness is forbidden."
The tower burns in pixels, and there is no answer.
Only a voice from the chorus: "I will scatter you..." 
We are a frame that has been erased in darkness, in non-existence.

(Final)
Who are we to God?  
(silence)
Who are we to God? 
(the camera is silent)

Samad - Who are we to God?

I might as well 
be made of clay
behind closed doors
I hide away 
Hide away

HideAway

Au café      (Translated after the French text )

Vidéo :   https://youtu.be/w2khMpQoAHc


Texte     :  Yves Marilier
Chant     :  Muette
Musique :  Alain Illos

Nous avions rendez-vous
à "La Petite Madeleine"
où nous étions chez nous.
Un café comme on l'aime.
C'est jour anniversaire
de la première fois,
mais tu es à la guerre
et tu ne viendras pas.

J'ai commandé un verre
comm' si tu étais là ;
peut être, je l'espère,
le vin te remplacera.
Tu veux m’écrire une lettre,
je suis venue pour ça,
s'il l’vin tourne la tête,
je crois qu'il m'aidera.

Pour essuyer le fard
qui coule de mes yeux,
je me sers du buvard,
mais je n'y vois pas mieux.
Tu n’as pas écrit une
seule ligne, tu vois,
vu que le porte-plume
se refuse à mes doigts.

J'ai bien peur que la page
ne reste toute blanche
autant que ton visage
qui pleure sur tes manches.
Mais il faut qu'elle s'en aille
te dire tout là-bas
que j'ai le cœur en bataille,
prêt à mourir pour toi. 

Ici, dans notre café
où j'ai vidé mon verre,

l'alcool fait son effet,
elle est finie la guerre
et ma lettre s'envole
pleine de mots d'amour
te dire ma joie folle.
Je rêve à ton retour.
 
Nous avions rendez-vous
à "La Petite Madeleine"
où je suis un peu soûle ;
Dépêche-toi, je t'aime !
Et fais-moi oublier
mes frissons et ma peine,
car je n'ai pas pensé
à mettre une petite laine.
Il faut que tu reviennes.

At Café 

Our appointment was
at "La Petite Madeleine"
where we felt right at home.
A café just the way we like it.
It's the anniversary
of the first time,
but you're at war
and won't be coming.

I've ordered a glass
as if you were here;
maybe, I hope,
the wine will replace you.
You want to write me a letter,
that's why I came,
if l'vin turns his head,
I think he'll help me.

To wipe the blush
from my eyes,
I use the blotting paper,
but I can't see any better.
You haven't written a single
line, you see,
since the
penholder refuses to accept my fingers.

I'm afraid the page
will remain as blank
as your face
weeping on your sleeves.
But it's got to go
tell you all the way over there
that my heart's in knots,
ready to die for you.

Here, in our café
where I've emptied my glass,

the alcohol takes its toll,
the war's over
and my letter flies off
full of words of love
telling you of my mad joy.
I dream of your return.
 
We had an appointment
at "La Petite Madeleine"
where I'm a little drunk;
Hurry up, I love you!
And make me forget
my shivers and my pain,
because I didn't think
of putting on a little wool.
You've got to come back.

Au café avec Muette

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Recorded in Modesto, Ca.   Featuring Gibson ES-335 Electric Guitar solo. Hammond B3 Electric Organ solo. Soprano Saxophone solo. Steinway Brothers Acoustic Piano Rhythm. Acoustic Bass. Hammond B3 Electric Organ Rhythm with Bass Peddles. Drums Full kit set. Percussion Wood-Block, Shaker, Ago go Bells, Brushes.

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also dable in art
2d 3d and the other D's.
This Music is totally for entertainment purposes and mind bending experiences.
The producers hold no responsibility for any unbelievable enlightenment.
My Heart and Soul are pure!
So is my Art and Craft.
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