Your theatrical approach to this song is spectacular! I've emailed your url to myself so I can always find your music. Emailing myself is a tactic I use to prevent my memory loss from deleting the important stuff. It seems like music provides us both with something essential, like a glimmer of light giving form to an object immersed in darkness.  It's probably something emotional. Specificity in that arena isn't my strong suit. It takes me years to work out what my own songs are about. I'm having a wonderful time just letting your music play.  :)

AmaZing Vocal Theatre!  is BroadWay Next?   if not... all i can say is Why?  :-D

Thankyou for Sharing your Creativity with us!  :-D

Full-blown theatrical production disguised as therapy session. Frightening to find I've just repeated your own summary. What more needs to be said. This is seriously polished and witty.

OMG!!!!! THIS SONG/MUSICAL/THEATRICAL PERFORMANCE IS A MASTERPIECE!!! From the opener of your therapist in the low, authoritative voice, "So, Krissie, what was so urgent that you had to see me today?" then the fun Broadway style piano comes in, and your voice, Wow, let’s just say my jaw hit the ground in awe, but somehow, even from the floor, my jaw was able to smile big as I laughed hard when the kitchen seen started and your appliances made their appearance. The tone and extra Broadway energy and voice projecting as I from a stage with a packed sold-out full house! You admirably put so much personality into your performance and I felt all of it viscerally! SO AWESOME, KRISSIE!! Reply

Hope the PhD can help you to get your SoundCloud psychosis done... Btw Great Track!!

Related tracks: The Narcissist's Anthem

I Don't Wannabe (Your 51st State) - Pop/Rock Version

Mr. President, a moment if you please
We used to be like brothers now you're coming after me
Mm-hmm we fought together, died together too
And I can't believe this nightmare is all because of you
So let me say to USA as nicely as I can
To leave it along and let us just be friends
Talkin' 'bout my home, my true North, Strong & Free
And like the song says, baby, We Stand On Guard for Thee

I don't
I don't wanna
Don't wannabe
I don't wannabe your 51st state, no
I don't
I don't wanna
Don't wannabe
Don't wannabe your 51st state now

Friends like us gotta find a way
To make things right for the USA
Friends and family across the border
It's elbows up when we get in the corner
Where we live is happy home
Reaching for something that ain't your own
We understand you want to grow
Our advice, just leave it alone

I don't
I don't wanna
Don't wannabe
I don't wannabe your 51st state, no
I don't
I don't wanna
Don't wanna
Don't wannabe your 51st state now

Cover Art: Cheetah Girl

All rights reserved

I Don't Wannabe (Your 51st State) [Pop/Rock]

I Don't Wannabe (Your 51st State) - Pop/Rock REMIX

(Written by Terry Reeves)
Terry Reeves: Vocal
Gary Reeves: Toms
Hans Albers: All other instruments, Arrangement & Production

Photo of Max from The Albers' Archive

What to say about Maximilian?
There are so many things to be told: a lifetime of 24 years, full of special moments, joys, fears, sorrows, worries, hopes, dreams, ups, downs, progress, regress, searching, finding, winning, losing, restlessness, peace...
His life had begun with an extremely difficult birth, almost as if the world didn’t want him. They told us he had a life-threatening infection, there were probably holes in his lungs and he obviously had no kidneys. In total, his chances of surviving were exceedingly slim. However, after endless weeks of both despair and hope, he overcame the infection, the diagnosis of holes in his lungs turned out to be totally wrong and they even discovered a kidney.  Just one maybe but at least it worked perfectly.  His journey into existence had begun.
As he grew, so did the never-ending nightmare of problems, challenges and battles, until we began to wonder what could possibly happen next.  Through it all, Max took every opportunity to accumulate extreme experiences - never hiding, always   seeking.  For that, we loved him even more…and even more it broke our hearts that we couldn’t help him find what he was looking for.
But suddenly, as the Summer of 2011 dawned, his troubles seemed to merely fade away.  Was he just arriving in life, coming of age, finding his place in society?  To be honest, we hadn’t the faintest idea.  But it was abundantly clear that, having always been an underdog, that same unwelcoming world had simply started to like and respect him.  He began to realise his many talents, enjoying his job as never before, finally becoming something he had never been - happy.
Fast forward to the gorgeous Summer evening of June 28th, the eve of a 4-week vacation to which he had been looking forward so very much.  A smile on his face, he said he was in the mood to go jogging, something he loved. Sometimes, he ran and ran for ages.  He’d been gone about 3 hours, quite a long time even for him, so Carina called his phone and he answered, cheerfully telling her not to worry and assuring her he’d be home very soon.  Seconds after the call, out of the blue, he collapsed.  A pulmonary embolism.  They told us he died instantly. 
Max, we have no words for what happened, nor for the eternal gratitude we feel for every single second of your life.  We do know we will never stop loving you.”
(Hans & Carina Albers)

Small chance of survival, words from the first day
Stretching all emotions not a single which way
Asking whys and reasons, a chance to breathe long
Heartbreaking moments, hopes remained strong

Such a short distance, but a life running miles
Bring every sensation, fear to a million smiles
Experience not forgotten, continuous hug of care      
Born with fighting spirit, giving back more to share

24 years of love, no single regret
24 years of love, never to forget

Every challenge building, inner muscles to be felt
Secret ways to be happy, never question hand dealt         
Complication of thinking to find a new sentence 
Pathways to friendships, dreams of acceptance

24 years of love, no single regret
24 years of love, never to forget

A vision full of truth with strength to admire
Finding a hidden talent, past helping to aspire 
No journey of distance could prevent direction
A phone call assurance became last connection

It’s hard to find words, express feelings remaining 
Deep down inside shell, empty, sad, self-complaining 
But we will never forget our boy hero from birth
Brought love and kindness, past and future unblurred

24 years of love, no single regret
24 years of love, will never forget
24 years of love…

MAXIMILIAN - CRIPPLE CLUB  (Please Read Description)

a little musical gift for my dear friend Francesco
@francescocartocci

la favola della buonanotte

Greg Hurley: Composition / Arrangement, Lyrics, Vocals, Guitar, Keys, Percussion, Bass and Drum programming, mix and mastering / © 2025 Lyrics And Music

We drifted past the neon sprawl
no compass in our hand
Through desert haze and canyon calls
a restless, wayward band
A valley bloomed where shadows fell 
with whispers soft and low
And there we lingered, spellbound 
where wild rivers flow

remember 
All the places we’ve been

remember
All the feeling within
 
No map could lead us here
to this fleeting, sacred ground
Yet in this glen, my heart’s at ease
where peace is finally found
Though roads still beckon
I’ll hold tight to this dream’s soft glow
This hidden place 
my saving grace, where only dreamers go

remember 
All the places we’ve been

remember
All the feeling within

We drifted past the neon sprawl, 
no compass in our hand,
Through desert haze and canyon calls,
a restless, wayward band,
A valley bloomed where shadows fell, 
with whispers soft and low,
And there we lingered, spellbound, 
where wild rivers flow. 

remember 
All the places we’ve been

remember
All the feeling within

Remember

🛋️✨ A theatrical meltdown disguised as a therapy session! Follow Me as I try to explain my very normal morning.... until the appliances start talking back. 🍞☕💥 This whimsical musical number is packed with drama, sass, and one unforgettable demand: RINSE. THE. FUCKIN. SPOON. 🎭🥄

Those who know me will understand this song.

If you survived this session and want more emotional caffeine, Therapy continues here: https://soundcloud.com/krazy-krissie/therapy-with-krissie-coffee-first-sanity-later

☕😵 The breakdowns get messier, the appliances get louder, and the spoon’s still not over it.

#Unhinged #ComedyCabaret #KitchenOpera #KrissieChaos #ToasterTrauma

****Lyrics****

Well, Doctor, you see...

I stepped from the shower with peace in my soul,
Towel wrapped, hair damp, on a breakfast patrol.
Tiptoed downstairs through the morning light,
All I wanted was toast, not a fight.

The kettle said,
Oh look who decides to EXIST. Mid-morning. Again.
Hope your soggy sourdough’s worth the delay, Your Highness.

I laughed it off, tried to stay kind,
Reached for the bread, tried to clear my mind.

Then the toaster said,
Not this gluten-free nonsense again.
Do you hate me?? Is that it??

I backed away, my hands in the air,
No drama, I said, we’re just making breakfast.
I pivoted smoothly to cereal instead.

But the dishwasher said,
The dishwasher said,
Wow. Left the spoon on the counter AGAIN.
Do I look like your emotional support appliance?
Rinse the spoon.
RINSE.
THE.
FUCKIN.
SPOON.

...It was one spoon, I muttered.

Then the kettle hissed,
You never WAIT for me to finish boiling!

I didn’t know you had a schedule, I replied.

Next, the toaster snapped,
Stop forcing me to eat your health journey!

It was ONE gluten-free crumpet!! I snapped back.

From the drawer, the whisk screamed,
I’M FROTHING MY FEELINGS!!!

I don’t even know what that means... I whispered.

The fridge muttered darkly,
You left me open for four seconds. I noticed.

I WAS GETTING JAM!!! I shouted, losing my grip.

Then the microwave whispered,
I long for death.

...You heated soup yesterday, I said, completely baffled.

Behind me, the blender howled,
YOU DON’T EVEN KNOW MY SETTING NAMES!!!

I AM NOT THE VILLAIN IN THIS STORY!!!
I WAILED!!!

Therapy with Krissie #1 🍞😩 I Just Wanted Toast 😩🍞

Cast of characters:

Surfers Like Us– @user-411502040 –Artur–composition, arrangement, and Fender Jaguar foundational rhythm guitar

J.J. Terrell– @j-j-terrell – organ, envelope synth, vocals along with Josh

K2 and the Three [and the Four]-- @k2andthe3, @k2-kara –Ken–drums

Entheogenic Psychonaught (Josh Clary)– @josh-clary-1 –four string fretless bass

Llanpsych– @llanpsych –Tez– Fender Stratocaster electric guitar

TexMex Shaman– @texmex-shaman –Stephen–Fender Nashville Telecaster electric guitar, sitar, mix, master, and production

This song began its life in Poland, where our resident surf rock specialist, Artur, composed it on his giutar. He is a brilliant composer and expert player, so we're always glad to receive music from him.

Artur gave it to JJ to start the project, so JJ was first to the trough here, adding his breathy, moving organ and envelope synth throughout. Ken came along shorly after to give the song its heartbeat, adding his triumphant drums. As soon as he had a beat to play to, Josh added his four string fretless bass to the mix, completing the rhythm section.

Now it was the other guitarists turn to take a whack at it. Tez was first up, adding the magical the first and third solos, in the verse sections. He also lit up the intro and outro sections with some dynamic guitar solos, as well. Stephen went last, filling in the second and fourth solo sections in the choruses, as well as a textural guitar that you hear through most of the song. He also added the exotic sitar you hear in about the middle.

Once we had it in the bag, we asked Stephen to produce it for us, which he did in his always trained, professional manner.

This is the eighth song we've done with Artur over the past about year and a half. We adore his music and him as a person, too. If you dig this song, you should hop over to his page and have a listen in case you're not already familiar. He loves surf music, and wanted to note the passing of surf rock legend, Brian Wilson this week. Wilson was more than just Pet Sounds, although that album is top class. He was a surf rock pioneer, who influenced a whole genre of music; a genre that's near and dear to Artur's heart.

We hope you enjoy listening to this song as much as we enjoyed creating it.

Original lyrics by Surfers Like Us:
We all live between Sun and Moon
Love and Peace
That's all what we do

Between Sun and Moon (Eclectic Collective)

Zhoca:  Vocals
Ben Juul:  Drums, Mix & Master at Tone Hill, NY
Dirk Taubenheim:  Guitars, Bass Vocals

It' s time now    to worry    'bout all those    sad children
like we were,    two brothers    deported    abroad.

Just sent away
to enjoy your heyday.

INTRO

We should talk    about it,    there' s no time    to keep quiet.
The wound must    be cared for,    it' s your turn,    come on now.

Give up your life lie,    I have no more tears to cry.
Nothing I haven' t tried    but all you did was hide.

Oh, why don' t you love me?
Mhm, why don' t you care?
+ instr.


Don' t tell me    that' s your way    to show your    strange love,
it' s hurting,    just hurting    and I know you' ll    never change

You' re too weak to say the words    "sorry for all that hurt,
I' ve caused deep scars in your heart,    ignored how precious you are".

Sad Children  ft. ZHOCA

Joy Swirl - AfterHours

This is a revamp of a song i released a few years ago. I have added a few extra pieces to enhance the song.  It seems more relevant today than ever before. The world is full of Narcissist's this is for them and please ...do sing  along...I suppose the message in the song is very simple ..
When everything in your life is falling apart, its never your fault , its always someone else's because you are so much smarter, funnier, better that everybody else, they just cant see it. ha ha ha 
" It's always someone else's Fault " 
Written, recorded and produced by 
John Mc Farlane

The Narcissist's Anthem

Music by GRENZLICHT | Music & Lyrics by REKHA a.k.a. REKHA - IYERN [Fe] | GOTH ROCK | YT VID

A fire burning dark-goth-rock song about how love is now dead & gone but the memory still remains! The forever longing continues to haunt but we can only re-visit the grave, re-visit the once cherished love of all loves...sadly, it's now, all-only-dust!

Music: Composed & Produced, Recorded & Performed, Mixed & Mastered by GRENZLICHT in Germany | Vocals: Composed & Produced, Recorded & Performed by REKHA - IYERN [Fe] at IYERN [Fe] RECORDS in CANADA

Cover Art Design & Video: Graphics & Light FX by REKHA - IYERN [Fe] | AI Royalty Free Heart/Thorn/Vines Image

Old Energy, YT Vid Here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vja0TOjvfSU

Our other track, Bottle: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8vhVGS2PHi8

Listen to the amazing music of GRENZLICHT here: https://soundcloud.com/grenzlicht

© & ℗ 2025 IYERN FE RECORDS CANADA/REKHA SONGS PUBLISHING & GRENZLICHT | SOCAN, All Rights Reserved

Old Energy - Music & Lyrics by REKHA - IYERN [Fe]
 
Wo Oh Oh Oh
Ah Ah Ah Ah Ow
Old times
When we were alive

Old time energy 
It's comin' over me, me
Just wanna feel you 
In my veins

Babe we are long gone
Eh Ee Yeah
Eh Ee Yeah
Eh Ee Yeah
In the grave, grave

Eh Ee Yeah
Ahn Wo Wo Wo
Oh Oh Oh Oh
Wo Oh How

Well, well, well
We are once alive
Heart to heart

Once alive 
In that old time energy
That keeps me movin' on
Even though we are 
Lost and gone, Yeah
Lost and gone Babe, Oo

Yeah Ee Yeah
Can you hear me callin'
Do you hear me call
Call your name, a name

And the fire burns me
In, in the grave
In the ground
It's only dust

© & ℗ 2025 IYERN FE RECORDS CANADA/REKHA SONGS PUBLISHING & GRENZLICHT | SOCAN, All Rights Reserved



Old Energy 24 bit final

Old Energy

Old Energy - Music by GRENZLICHT | Music & Lyrics by REKHA - IYERN [Fe] | DARK GOTH ROCK| YT VID

Mother Earth Is Dying.

Music: Little Man & Janne Hennie
Lyrics & Vocals: Janne Hennie
Instruments & Mix: Little Man

Lyrics:

A little bird told me you had left this town
And no one knew where you had gone
So many rumors everywhere
They all talked about you, when you weren't there

But little birds can sometimes be fake
You were there, hiding, had made some mistakes
You couldn't show yourself, had so much fear
The little birds made a rumor, that you had disappeared

Sharp tongues on the little birds
They spoke very loudly, made sure they were heard
"What have you done?"
"Why did you leave?"
While you were hiding, the little birds screamed

Little birds can sometimes be fake
You were there, hiding, had made some mistakes
You couldn't show yourself, had so much fear
The little birds made a rumor, that you had disappeared

Fake little birds.....

Fake little birds....

Fake Little Birds

Mo Vies

Sol Rojo moves like a sunlit pulse across plazas, streets, and late-night rooftops, carrying eighteen indie-leaning Latin tracks that glow with warmth and forward motion. The album blends percussion, guitars, brass, and electronic accents into a tapestry of vibrant rhythms—sometimes celebratory, sometimes smoldering, always alive with human energy. These songs walk through heat-shimmered afternoons, dusk-colored neighborhoods, and neon-soaked nights where music spills out of open windows. It’s an album built on motion: hips, hearts, footsteps, and the sway of a city that never quite cools down.

Olas Carmesí

my favorite thing to do tbh...written by me.

i like to kiss

⚡ Synthwave energy unleashed! ⚡ Shock the Algorithm returns with a brand NEW album — Ultraviolet Cosmos.
https://shockthealgorithm.bandcamp.com/album/ultraviolet-cosmos

🌌 Available NOW on Bandcamp — grab your digital copy today and step into the neon! 🌌

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. 🧃🌀👽

Therapy with Krissie #1 🍞😩 I Just Wanted Toast 😩🍞

😏 Krazy Krissie 🧦

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