June 2025 - Part 5

The Dawn of the Mystics: Composed, arranged, performed and produced by Evandro B. Lira aka Vintage Mutation.

Cover Art / Photo: Evandro Lira aka Vintage Mutation (in the background, above, photo of the planet Venus)

“The return of the mystics for the awakening of human consciousness”.

“Even times of oppression are worthy of respect, for they are the work, not of men, but of humanity, and therefore of creative nature, which can be harsh, but is never absurd. If the times we live in are harsh, we have the duty to love it even more, to penetrate it with our love, until we have removed the enormous mountains that hide the light beyond them”. (Walter Rathenau)

The Dawn of the Mystics

Im Coming To Getcha

Promo sample of my next single 'Hate' release mid December ..hope you dig it 🎸 🤘 🔥 

'Hate' PROMO

It's a Lark

This is a song about treading new paths, and about the footwear required :-)

"New Ways" written by KL
Recorder (Blockflöte) by SL (my 8 year old daughter)
Guitar by MJW (a good friend of mine)
Vocals, Bass guitar, Drums and Synthesizer by KL

Feel free to turn up the volume :-)

Chorus:
Can´t find...can´t find new ways…
can´t find new ways in worn-out shoes…
Can´t break...can´t break new ground…
can´t break new ground in worn-out shoes...

New Ways

WHEN THE DEVIL STOPPED ROCKING

In a house where shadows creep,
Sat the Devil, lost in deep,
Rocking slow with hollow eyes,
Trapped between the truth and lies.

Then she came with lips so bold,
Eyes like fire, heart so cold,
Spoke a word so pure, so bright,
Made the darkness fear the light.

The chair won’t creak, won’t move at all,
Since the day he took the fall.
Love was whispered, tore his soul,
Now he fears what makes us whole.

His claws did shake, his skin turned pale,
As echoes sang a lover’s tale,
No more tricks, no wicked games,
Love had burned his cursed knives.

His claws did shake, his skin turned pale,
As echoes sang a lover’s tale,
No more tricks, no wicked games,
Love had burned his cursed name.

Now the chair just stands alone,
Like a king without a throne,
Silent, still, forever bare,
No more Devil rocking there.

The chair won’t creak, won’t move at all,
Since the day he took the fall.
Love was whispered, tore his soul,
Now he fears what makes us whole.

The chair won’t creak, won’t move at all,
Since the day he took the fall.
Love was whispered, tore his soul,
Now he fears what makes us whole.

Midnight winds still call his name,
But he won’t return again,
One small word had struck him deep,
Now the Devil dares not speak.

The chair won’t creak, won’t move at all,
Since the day he took the fall.
Love was whispered, tore his soul,
Now he fears what makes us whole.

When the Devil Stopped Rocking

Last but not least... from the Album " Prince Of Darkness" the heavyrock piece "Broken People"... another story about " people on the dole".. this time played by TOX and composed by W.Dannemann (leadvoc./guitar).  Lyrics: Pee Gee  
Best enjoy with headphones...Rock On!!

Broken People

Hybrid Symphony Nr°3

Drip, Drop, Jump & Run

LoNe WolF - "The Ranger [Ballroom Mix]"




Mixed & Mastered By: LoNe WolF









##scfirst #getmoreplays

The Ranger

The Ranger [Ballroom Mix]

#rockblues #dancingrock #cool #suit #goodfeeling #rock #blues #raw #new #unique #goodfeelsong #dance #hotstuff #bestmusic #hit #suits #walking #special #different

Walking in a Suit-Wendir

Liz Dreher - Resonate - The Ruff Mate Remix

For my wife, Candice ❤ 🤍 💙 🧡 

#alternaterock #nickcave #ballad #emotional

***LYRICS***

Loves sweet emotions,
Flow through my soul,
The love we held so dear,
Ebbs and flows,
You'll be mine forever,
I'll never let you go,
I'll  be your shadow,
I'll be your gloooow 

Your kisses so sweet,
Like the first day of spring,
Melodies of song birds,
Lift this grey mist,
How could I be so lucky,
To have one so pure,
How could I be so stupid,
To want more and more... 

Oooh how,
How could I,
Look.you in the eyes
And tell a lie 

Ooh how,
How could I,
Be the one,
To cross that line ... 

Memories of yesterday,
Now photos in my head,
I wake up every day,
Sinking with dread,
I look through eyes of hurt,
Prisoner of the heart,
Wish we could rewind,
Back to the start 

Oooh how,
How could I,
Look.you in the eyes,
And tell a lie, 

Oooh how,
How could I,
Be the one,
To cross that line ........







How Could I

Outer Limits

Not good 4 u

Life’s a wild ride

Sunny Day

Love in the Air

Song: No Mafia
Artist(s): KooKerpo
Genre: Slap House

Verse 1:
He said he'd take me for a ride
And I said
"Baby
Not tonight"
He said
"I wanna change your life"
And I said
"Baby
Not tonight"

Verse 2:
I like the gold
I like the glitz
He said
"I got it
And it's lit"
I like the fame
I like the hits
But if you love me
Baby
Say it

Pre-Chorus:
Ooh
My body's got you wantin' it
Ooh
Your body's got me wantin' it
Ooh
My body's got you wantin' it
Ooh
Your body's got me wantin' it

Chorus:
No mafia
Just my lover
He just want my body under covers
No mafia
Just my lover
He just want my body under covers
[Post-Chorus]
He just want my body
He just want my body
He just want my body
He just want my body

Verse 3:
And I said
"Tell me all your plans"
He said
"You wouldn't understand"
I said
"You're not that kind of man"
He said
"You don't know who I am"

Verse 4:
And I said
"Baby
Get a grip
You're too obsessed with all that shit"
I said
"I'm so over it"
But if you love me
Baby
Say it

No Mafia

https://open.spotify.com/track/6YGkMYjammuUEPLMHtd7q8

Moonlit Serenade

This is an old home recording from the late nineties. 

*** CORRER NA PRAIA ***

Neste azul poente, ao sol, ao vento brincam ondas, 
luzimentos que não faz qualquer sentido alguém biografar.
Mesmo o túnel mais perfeito nunca teve um nome,
nem retrato de família que as ondinhas queiram recordar.

Tanto mar!...
Eu também sou movimento que se vai quebrar
nas margens do esquecimento deste imenso mar.
Beija-me perdidamente, antes de eu voltar
a surfar o firmamento lindo...

Vem ler poemas dos helénios
escuta o canto dos milénios
das trirremes que passaram de regresso ao lar.
Vê, quando abraço a areia quente
eu abraço tanta gente 
que deixou suas pegadas à beira do mar...

Tanto mar!... (etc.)

E, se escutares a minha prece,
explico-te a extinção da espécie
que um dia se esqueceu de se multiplicar.
Quimicamente és tão perfeita
que a mente não aceita
seres mais um castelo de areia à beira do mar.

Tanto mar!... (etc.)

Correr Na Praia

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 possible 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. 🧃🌀👽

June 2025 - Part 5

😏 Krazy Krissie 🧦