La question ne se pose pas (..): il y a trop de vent.  Boris Vian  😉😉😉

English translation (very very far from perfect...🥵)

How do people face it
How do they do
walking alone on this string
Straight ahead
Without a net, unattached, without motive
Without a breath, without looking, almost invisible
How do people face it
How do they do
 thinking of happy days, days gone by
Without sorrow, without regret, or bitterness
It all happened so fast, moon after moon
I mustn't bend
Too far forward
Because each time it triggers
A hurricane
I mustn't explore
that question
Because each time it triggers
some twisting winds
How do people face it
How do they do
loving so deeply, often wrongly
Unwisely
Challenging fate, time and all grudges
Seeking eternity for each one
How do people face it
How do they do
I often think about this and
I often bow
I follow the motion that draws in and bewitches
I am the species that glides down the slide
I mustn't bend
Too far forward
Because each time it triggers
A hurricane
I mustn't explore
that question
Because each time it triggers
some twisting winds

Passages

Comment font les gens ?

Echoes In The Void

Too Late (We’re Already Dead)

Weightless

A satrical look at starving artists (Note: I'm married to one).  Influenced by the songs of Mose Alison and Terry Allen. The cover art is AI with the prompt "bad art in a museum." Maybe AI has a sense of humor?

Lyrics:
Tiki torches up on the wall
A Polynesian restaurant
At the end of the hall
Upstairs
They set up a gallery wall
Welcome to the cut-throat world of low-budget art

She's been dreaming of
A grant from the Walmart Foundation for the Arts
For her electrified
Polka dotted
Mannequin parts

He's been spreading genius around
All the other artists they just sit and scowl
But you can't buy his work at Sotherby's
Look for him in the parking lot of KFC

I am surrounded by
Amateur David Hockneys
I'm in cubist hell
Welcome to the cut-throat world of low-budget art

The 'MacArthur Genius Award'
They don't want to call me back
No one is to blame
Someone bought my work
But they don't want the painting
They just want the frame

Organic vegetables in a stall
At a Farmer's Market
At the mall
 I have my table set up
With my hot  🔥  avant-garde
Don't you know that I'm the vanguard?

I've got my genius on display
I've got my beret
Because I'm a genius
Let's keep that between us
The cut-throat world of low-budget art
The cut-throat world of
Low budget art

The Cut-Throat World Of Low Budget Art

Composition and Sampling collage by Synline.


Run for Your Life

"Truth Don’t Play" is a smooth, confident anthem about quiet strength and staying grounded in a world full of noise. With sharp bars 🎤, reflective vocals 🎶, and a calm-but-deadly energy 🔥, it’s all about letting truth speak louder than volume. No flash, just purpose.

Truth Don’t Play (Axis Three)

Crown of Smoke is a hymn for the haunted, a slow rise from grief into power 🔥🕯️. Choirs echo behind whispered fury, and screams crown the silence like thunder ⛓️🌫️. Every lyric is a scar turned sacred. You don’t kneel in the fire, you wear it. ⚔️💀🔥

Crown of Smoke (Wired Souls featuring Anabolic Stereo)

I Tunes

I'm on my way

🎼I sell song lyrics, including those that have already been published, as well as ideas for music videos based on ready-made scenarios. 🎶🎻🎸🪗🎷🪘🥁🪕🎺

🎼Продаю тексты песен, включая те, что уже опубликованы, а также идеи для клипов, основанные на готовых сценариях. 🎶🎻🎸🪗🎷🪘🥁🪕🎺


                🎼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'm still gingerly feeling my way with this experiment before making a final decision as to whether to do the whole 22 tracks/cards of the Major Arcana, so please do let me know if you like it so far, and whether you'd like to hear more like this. 

All the song lyrics and spoken words are written by me, and the music on this one is via Suno.

1. The Magician

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. 🧃🌀👽

Truth Don’t Play (Axis Three)

😏 Krazy Krissie 🧦