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Slipping Deeper

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First Move

"Shadows in the Light" marks a turning point for Axis Three, the first track performed entirely by Emily and Olivia 🌙✨. With harmonies that move between fragility and fire, the duo explore the space between darkness and hope, weaving a story of resilience and connection. Olivia steps into the bridge with quiet power, carrying Jacob’s intended verse with grace. It’s a moment of strength, sisterhood, and soulful clarity, pure heart, no filter. 🔥🎶

Shadows in the Light (Axis Three) - Emily & Olivia only

💔 They judged our love, doubted our bond, tried to silence our dreams... but we’re still here.
🎙️ "Still Here, Still Us" is a raw, soulful anthem about surviving hate, holding each other close, and rising stronger, together.
🎶 Smooth harmonies, grounded rap, and a touch of sax weave a story of love that won’t break.
🔥 For anyone who’s ever been told they don’t belong, this one’s for you.

#StillHereStillUs #AxisThree #RnB #PopRap #NeoSoul #QueerVoices #PolyLove #UndergroundSoul #LGBTQMusic #EmotionalRap #IndependentArtist #SoundCloudRNB #NewOnSoundCloud

Still Here, Still Us (Axis Three)

WRITTEN, MIXED & MASTERED By -GOLDFACE.4ENT

WHI$PERz

Tamarrow is Unforgivable is more than an album it’s a reckoning.  Inspired by the sonic brilliance of Robert Glasper, this project dives deep into the internal battles I’ve faced growing up with a rare bleeding disorder a pain that shaped me, scarred me, and fueled a quiet rage I carried for years.
This music speaks for the moments I felt invisible. When the world around me kept spinning while I was stuck between survival and silence. It’s about the anger that builds when your pain is overlooked… and the relationships that crumble when you try to hide it.
Some people walked away. Others stayed and pretended not to see.  Suddenly after a recent trip abroad, something shifted. I went looking for peace mentally, spiritually, physically. Because if I didn’t find purpose, I wasn’t sure I’d find tomorrow.
Tamarrow is Unforgivable is what it sounds like when healing meets honesty.  It’s the soundtrack for anyone who’s ever been at rock bottom and felt like no one was coming.
This is my truth.  And maybe, it’s yours too.


Lyrics 

Erased

Class in session what we got now 
Pen and Paper in the back now 
Wrote a letter to my baby
Hoping that she will forgive me

Spare Me
Don’t EEE
Erase me
Don’t Erase Me x2

Spare me, Spare Me, yeah 

Don’t erase me 
Dont Erase
don’t eee

Only ink that I got now
Permanent marks on the wall now
Wishing that they last forever
Praying but here comes the Devil

Spare Me
Don’t EEE
Erase me
Don’t Erase Me x2

Spare me, Spare Me, yeah 

Don’t erase me 
Dont Erase
don’t eee

You only learn from what you go through
Walk away now you turn blue
Around and around on the pages
A hole appears now we complacent 

Spare Me
Don’t EEE
Erase me
Don’t Erase Me x2

Spare me, Spare Me, yeah 

Don’t erase me 
Dont Erase
don’t eee

Wish it all could be so simple
You only grow from what your into
A larger pot is waiting for you
Run or Stay the choice is in you

Spare Me
Don’t EEE
Erase me
Don’t Erase Me x2

Spare me, Spare Me, yeah 

Don’t erase me 
Dont Erase
don’t eee

Cause I need somebody who will stand by me 
  
Through the Good times and bad times you will always be

Erased

"Pack Light" is all about releasing what no longer serves you pushing past pain, cluttered energy, heavy burdens and stepping into a lighter, freer version of yourself. Inspired by the Most High and rooted in self-LOVE, Pack Light blends smooth R&B vibes with a touch of neo-soul, creating the perfect soundtrack for healing, meditation, and late-night reflection.

Close your eyes, light some incense y'all, and let the rhythm remind you: life feels better when you carry less.

✨ If you’re ready to let go, hit play, drop a comment, and share this song with someone who needs the reminder to pack light.

#NeoSoul #RnB #HealingMusic #PackLight #Vibes #MeccaMelodies 

Pack Light

They blacked out in the back of a taxi and woke up on a hotel carpet, running on empty but wired to the ceiling. This song lives in that space between exhaustion and desire, where the body is tired but the heart refuses to sleep. Slow, smoky, and cinematic, it's a late‑night confession whispered over jazz chords and city noise.

Midnight Oil

best of me


[Intro / Invocation]
Hands to sky, ground to thought,
Measure the line that love has taught.
Sand becomes structure, pulse becomes plan,
Light folds slowly through the span.

[Verse 1]
Ask the quiet maker deep in bone,
How wood learns patience, how seeds are sown.
Each strike of will reshapes the clay,
Every fall reroutes the day.
Dreams hum soft through tempered steel,
Work becomes worship when the hands can feel.
Nothing lost, only turned and grown—
Faith’s geometry cuts from stone.

[Pre-Chorus 1]
Lay down fear beneath the floor,
The house you build becomes your core.
Every grain inside the seam,
Beats the rhythm of unseen dream.

[Chorus 1]
I’m the architect of what I know,
Brick by rhythm, beam by glow.
Truth drafts plans in heart and mind,
The blueprint bends but stays aligned.
Through dust and thunder, still I rise—
I build my peace, I claim the skies.

[Verse 2]
Thank the silence—hammer slow,
Patience breathes in undertow.
Lift the frame, forgive the years,
Each nail hammered clears old fears.
Hope’s not loud; it hums in grain,
Steady and sure beneath the strain.
Stone and soul in one design—
Human hands make love divine.

[Pre-Chorus 2]
Not to conquer, not to prove,
Just to give, to shape, to move.
Every wall I mend, I free,
Every build returns to me.

[Chorus 2 / Drop]
I’m the architect of what I know,
Brick by rhythm, beam by glow.
Through cracks of time, new light appears,
Faith survives the engineer.
No gold, no throne, no crown to claim—
The work itself repeats my name.

[Bridge]
Joseph whispers: “Plant the prayer.”
Anthony laughs: “What you lose stays there.”
Christopher hums through wheels and wire—
Each path remade by inner fire.
Grace evolves through grain and groove,
Blessed are hands that dare to move.

[Final Chorus]
I’m the architect, alive, awake,
No miracle left for gods to make.
Every scar a measure true—
The structure breathes because I do.

[Outro]
Heaven’s not above or apart—
It lives in rhythm, hand, and heart.
Build again, in trust, in tone—
Every home becomes my own.



I'm The Architect

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. 🧃🌀👽

Shadows in the Light (Axis Three) - Emily & Olivia only

😏 Krazy Krissie 🧦