Moved beyond words (except these), by what you did here.

A beautiful and quiet plea. A pleasure, Krissie!😃👏👏

Wow. Touched. I love this peaceful and beautiful song

you're very talented , what a beauti ful voice ....it s been a long time i  don t saw someone like you .....

I'm actually sobbing. (on the inside so no one can see). i lost my best friend. she didn't survive this world. touched me deep  in my grief. i will never forget her. beautiful song. thank you for sharing a part of yourself xx

Wonderful song with well-crafted lyrics.    Impressive vocal.

Beautiful story...Beautiful song & Beautifully written Krissie

The Awesome Awesomest

The paradox is that the “meaning of life” isn’t something you find once and keep forever — it’s something that renews itself each time you’re fully present in what you do, love, or create.

Many people chase a permanent answer, a single truth that explains everything.
But meaning doesn’t work that way — it’s more like breath or heartbeat: it’s alive only when it’s happening.

Every time you’re truly here — playing music, sharing kindness, breathing deeply, or just sitting in silence feeling your own existence — life has meaning in that exact moment.
Not because you found it, but because you’re living it.

The more we chase a fixed sense of purpose, the more it slips away.
But when we simply are — in love, in creation, in presence — the meaning naturally appears, quietly, like light through an open window.

In Search of Purpose – Vocals by Blackbird

Where's My Campfire?

SNTRA/89

☠️ Poisonous Venom is a gritty reminder to keep your eyes wide open—especially on SoundCloud and in real life. 🐍 This track is all about watching your back and knowing that not everyone around you is solid. Originally Inspired by a hauntingly raw beat from the incredibly talented Kinelle Man, who originally titled it “Eyes in the Back of Your Head”—that concept alone sparked the whole chorus and energy for this joint. https://on.soundcloud.com/YcCbKErRiwCzFO5Qa7

Big salute to Kinelle Man for the inspiration, and mad love to all the other dope producers I’ve had the pleasure to work with:
God of Headnod, Butch Brownstone, DKODA, Eweezy, V. Nebula, Nu-Clear-Hodge, Weatherman XXL, Jay Coke, Burnseych7, MJBEATS, st. bird, Linkrust, RaimosS MaximouS and Beekool—y’all the backbone behind the sound.

Salute 🫡✨🎧🎶—stay sharp, stay real, and keep those eyes open.💯

Attention ‼️‼️‼️

Decided to post back up the original version of Poisonous Venom with V. Nebula’s beat—after really sitting with it, I felt the flow hit more naturally. The BPM on Kinelle Man’s version was just a bit too fast once I tried laying the vocals back over it, even though it was originally intended for his track.

Big love and major respect to both V. Nebula and Kinelle Man—two incredibly talented producers who both brought 🔥 to the table. This was an honest mix-up on my end, and I truly appreciate everyone’s patience and understanding.

Please be sure to show love to both producers, because they both helped bring this track to life in powerful ways.

Thank you all for your continued support and love 💕
More to come—stay tuned 🎶💯

Poisonous Venom (Prod. V. Nebula)

Black Petals is about staying strong—even when life feels too heavy to carry. This track dives deep into some of the darkest moments I faced growing up, the kind that nearly broke me. But it’s also a reminder: there’s still beauty in the struggle. 🌑🌸

This beautiful beat was produced by the incredibly talented Eweezy, someone who’s believed in me since day one. He saw something in me I hadn’t even discovered yet—and for that, I’m forever grateful. 🙏🏽

Fun fact: The male adlib you hear in the second verse is my real brother—someone who literally saved my life when I no longer wanted to be here. Love you big bro… always. 🖤

Black Petals (Prod. Eweezy)

This track is the second track from my ep CHEMICAL. 120 BPM. 6m6s. The intro is long, but bear with it. It leads into a terrifyingly flashy and groovy tune. This was heavily influenced by Led Zeppelin and punk bands such as Primal Scream. CHEMICAL Link in Bio!

THERE IS LOVE

Thursday

Sometimes the strongest people are the quietest.
This song is a voice for the ones you don’t always see, the survivors behind the smile, the ones still standing after everything tried to break them.
It’s not just a song... it’s a reminder to look closer, care deeper, and never underestimate quiet strength. 💔🫶🌙
If you know someone like this, let them know.
They're still here. And that means everything. 💜

****Lyrics****

I’ve met them.
I’m one of them.
The quiet survivors.
The ones who walk through life like nothing’s wrong,
but they’re holding themselves together with threads.
This song is for them.
And for you, so you don’t miss what they carry.

They hide the worst of it behind a tired smile
Say, “It’s nothing,” when it’s everything, but that’s their style
They walk through fires no one sees, and still they care
They’re breaking in a room full of people unaware

And you don’t know
The weight they carry as they go
But I’ve seen the nights
They lose the fight
And still, they breathe

Their scars tell a story
They’re the pages that pain couldn’t burn
Every line a war they survived
Every mark a truth they earned
You might think they’re shattered
But there’s strength in every piece
They’re not weak, they’re not broken
They’re just, healing, underneath

They whisper cries so no one else will hear
Hold the world together, even drowning in their fear
They give their love, even when none comes back their way
And still they show up, still they hope, every day

And you don’t see
How hard it is just to be
But I’ve watched them stand
With shaking hands
And still, they give

Their scars tell a story
They’re the pages that pain couldn’t burn
Every line a war they survived
Every mark a truth they earned
You might think they’re shattered
But there’s strength in every piece
They’re not weak, they’re not broken
They’re just, healing, underneath

You don’t see the nights they cry into their sleeve
Or how brave it is to simply, still believe
You pass them in the street, at work, at home, each day
Smiling, helping, laughing, while their heart slips away

You might think you’d recognize someone who’s barely hanging on
But survivors don’t always look broken
They look like parents, friends, coworkers, kids
They look like people you love

So pay attention
Ask gently
Listen longer

Because some people are fighting for their lives
Behind quiet eyes and steady hands

And if you see someone like that, really see them,
Remind them,
They are a survivor
And that, is something to be proud of

Behind Quiet Eyes

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Lyrics:
In the hush of midnight’s dreary veil
Where shadows whisper, weak and frail
A tapping stirs the silent air
A fleeting guest—yet none is there
Only echoes, soft and bare
Murmur low, “No more, beware.”

In bleak December’s fading glow
Each ember casts its ghostly show
I seek to flee the sorrow’s sting
A name unspoken, lost to spring
Her radiance dim, no angels sing
Forever gone, no offering

The curtains sway, their silken cry
Ignites a dread I can’t deny
My heart, it pounds, repeats the plea
“Some stranger knocks, it must be thee.”
But darkness greets my opened door
A void that whispers,“Nevermore.”

Deep in that black, I stand and peer
Dreams of mortals quake with fear
The stillness holds no fleeting sign,
Save one soft word, a faint design.
Her name I breathe, the air’s reply
A shadowed echo, cold and sly

The raven comes, with stately grace
No bow, no pause, it claims its place
Above my door, its eyes like flame
A lord of night, without a name
Its voice, a blade, cuts through the lore
One word it speaks:“Nevermore.

So leave me now, this shadowed fiend
Your cursed word has torn, has leaned
Take back your plume, your lie, your sting
And let my heart no longer cling
Yet still you sit, unmoved, severe
Your shadow binds me—ever here

NeverMore | ArteBrut Remaster

This is an old band recording I never planned on sharing. We were practicing in a hall, and one of the guys used to record our sessions, this is one of those takes.

It was many years ago, before I lost the ability to lift my arms. But when I listen, I’m right back there, breathing music into the room with people I cared about. It brings me back so vividly it hurts a little, a lot actually, bittersweet doesn’t quite cover it

The whole thing was improvised. I used to be able to play the saxophone like some people whistle, hearing the tune and responding without thinking. It just flowed, it was the one thing I really excelled at.

The quality’s terrible, I know. This was never meant for anyone else, just a moment captured for us, for joy, for memory, for connection. But I’ve been sharing more of myself lately, and this was, or is, a big part of me.

It’s not perfect. It’s not clean. But it’s real

💜 For anyone who’s had to let go of something they love, this is a piece I got to keep.

🎷 Unscripted Breath (Live Rehearsal Room Take)

Well hello… A new song, with a new instrument. A pawnshop Ukulele. Ha. What a fun instrument to play. Just had to. A few simple Uke chords, some acoustic guitar soloing, and a tale of sailing the ocean as a metaphor for life. And yes, lyrically I was talking with a seagull. And just so you know I have gotten really good at ‘talking’ with birds. I can click talk like a grackle, whisper whistle like a robin, whistle talk a curious melody like a chickadee, among others. Still working on my duck call. Ha… Years ago, I remember annoying some people at a party with this wooden duck call my buddy had. So maybe a future song about birds? And right outside my door there are some interesting avian dynamics between the grackles and robins nesting in the spruce trees. They argue every day, about territory and invasion of their personal space, but when danger appears, like a hawk or cat, they come together in unison to fend off the threat. In the natural biology of things, humans haven’t fallen too far from that spruce tree. Anyway, robins do not like the dark. They anxiously chatter with loud worry chirping amongst themselves at dusk, and create a chorus melody of happy song at dawn. With me being a late sleeper, their morning serenades can be quite bothersome at 4:30AM. A lesson for me though, as at times I am not so welcoming as I wakeup to another frenetic global morning. Anyway, birds and their enthusiastic singing far outpaces my own. Ha. There are many other birds here, but I will save that for another time. Hope you are well. Thanks for dropping by, Mark

Uke Chantey

Lovely Dreams

I had the very good fortune to connect with Andy H aka “Noobly” a few months ago over music that we mutually admired and we agreed to find a future opportunity to collaborate. This is the result. Noobly’s beautifully rich track, propelled by his soaring guitar work, felt like a kind of call to prayer to my ear. I tried to echo this somewhat in singing the bridge. Lyrically, just for kicks I used the Socratic Method to construct the verses (persuasion through Q&A) so that this song’s meaning becomes self-evident and hopefully more of a personal experience for each listener. Thanks for checking it out!

Prideful Pride

Do you remember the day when pride took you for its own
When a thief stole something precious in you

Do you remember the day when pride took you for its own
When a thief stole something precious in you
Did it happen when all of your friends cut you out
Was your heart set on winning something, but you lost instead
And when you were maimed did the anger in you surge
Can you mark the moment when you became someone else
Is your truth under layers of scar and combat
Are you the new thief, looting joy from everywhere

Prideful pride keeps piling on, on, on
Building your walls, can’t go wrong, wrong, wrong
Finding it hard to get along, along, along
Your pride is killing you, long before you’re gone, gone, gone

And in the end you’ll be left with nothing
A bright light that’s gone too dim
I have been in a prison of my own before, just like you
Until I let the facade fall
And was set free, free

Are things more difficult now that you are going it alone
And do you leave enough room for both your sadness and your anger
Does that wall keep scary things in, and the invaders out
Are you winning this imaginary war you think you’re fighting

Prideful pride keeps piling on, on, on
Building your walls, ’can’t go wrong, wrong, wrong
Finding it hard to get along, along, along
Your pride is killing you, long before you’re gone, gone, gone


Music/production - Noobly @ https://soundcloud.com/noobly-1
Lyrics/vocals - Todd J McLean
Artwork - Fukushima Greed, 2011 (mixed media) by Todd J McLean

Prideful Pride

Lucky UU

The Midnight Wanderer

Explore an AI composed musical journey, where AI takes on the roles of composer, lyricist, and singer, infusing each song with distinct lyrics and voice. This track uses the third version of Part II and the third version of Part III of the song labeled AI C-46. Consequently, this results in the track being coded as AI C-46-03-03.

Composed by Suno
Produced by AI composed songs

AI C-46-03-03 Welcome Evi

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. 🧃🌀👽

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♥️🙏I'd Love For You To Follow-And please, cast a VOTE on https://distrokid.com/spotlight/zemandan1/vote/ (preferably on my track)
Blending progressive house, cinematic EDM anthems, bacon, techno, dubstep & hypnotism into glitchy grooves, distorted fat bass and euphoric darkness🔥

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Behind Quiet Eyes

😏 Krazy Krissie 🧦

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