So simple but sooo effective. Gripping song 🖤

As a parent of neurodivergent kids, can I thank you for this song. I have no idea of my own brain chemistry. Everyone thinks they are "normal", but normal does not exist. We need divergence, we need difference, this world seriously needs new, original, inclusive, ideas (ideals). So again (with tears in my eyes) thank you Krissie. I wish everyone was as Krazy as you.

this is just plain wonderful..so hard to fit in but what is more tragic is that it seems to be even harder for others to tolerate/understand/see the value and promise...perfect lyrics

Wow ! .... i got a life of musician behind me ....this came directly from your heart and soul , i feel it ....your a talented artist Miss....

it's just perfect, it's not to loud, too bright, too fast, it's like silence when you need it, it's like music when you need; it's like rest when you’re tired; it's like a maze when you don't wanna be found.... but it will leave a trace of grace even when your last echo reverbes. And the coocking plates say without words, i'm useful but you’re the masterchef, the dishwasher says, i'm helpful, but you fill me completely and the kitchen says, i am what I am; but you're the princess and you deserve a crown!!!

To say that this is wonderful does not even begin to cover it! Thank you!!

Charming song with a heartfelt vocal.  Impressive composition.

My goodness, your voice reminds me so much of Joni Mitchell!! Just fabulous!

The media of the world seems to be caught up with adoration of characters in some kind of existential play - but we all are, and need to be kind to each other.

characters in an existential play

Gotta Run by Korima celebrates the joy of running - our evolved desire to run – and running legends. Inspired by Christopher McDougall’s: Born To Run.


Download: https://www.korima.net/listen

Gotta Run - Korima

Nightmare on radio

Event from hell
To the radio 
 They could not lie
On the radio

I’am talking on side
Yes i Can 
Walking on Wild side 

I temporary stay 
You Come Home 
It’s should be ok

 Event from hell
To the radio 
 They could not lie
On the radio

----- Traduction : 

Cauchemar à la radio

Événement infernal
À la radio
Ils ne pouvaient pas mentir
À la radio

Je parle du côté
Oui, je peux
Marcher du côté sauvage

Je reste temporairement
Tu rentres à la maison
Ça devrait aller

Événement infernal
À la radio
Ils ne pouvaient pas mentir
À la radio

Nightmare on radio

Ghosted

I think I just missed a turn 
I shouldn’t have made
I just paid a toll I shouldn’t have paid.
Life has dreams that never come true, 
He said, “take a chance on me, I took a chance with you.”

And I got ghosted
Yeah, I got ghosted
He turned every fear I had against me,
Now I’m standing alone in my shame
Yeah, I got ghosted.

Some carry grievances
They refuse to evaluate.
I think it’s time I say
I was one of those who wanted to retaliate!
I let you lead me astray.
I let you lead me into hate.
I guess it’s on me to accept the cause of my fate.

I got ghosted
Yeah you ghosted me
You turned every friend I had against me,
Now I’m standing alone in my shame
Yeah, I got ghosted.

I think I missed the adrenaline rush
I shouldn’t have been so inhuman
that’s the drug we all been dealt
It’s the drug that you been pushin’
My life had dreams that never came true, 
So, I took a chance, I took a chance, and I was a fool. 

And then I got ghosted. 
Yeah, you ghosted me.

You turned every friend I had against me,
Now I’m standing here in my shame
Yeah, I got ghosted.

Lyrics: Byron Haskins
 © 2025 nPoet9 Publishing

HCR 08172025:

Trump has misunderstood the nature of power in a democracy at home, too. Rather than building domestic coalitions to support the government, he is overseeing the takeover of the government by a radical minority that seems to think the way to build power is for the government to attack its own people.

The administration’s defunding of scientific research, medical care, environmental protection, food safety and security, and emergency management all threaten Americans’ health, safety, and security. Its attacks on history and education, as well as its firing of women and racial and gender minorities, seem designed to drive wedges among Americans. Its incarceration and disappearing of undocumented migrants both creates an “other” for Trump loyalists to hate and provides a warning of what could happen to the regime’s opponents.

Now, under the guise of fighting crime, the administration has quite literally turned guns on the American people.

2025

ghosted

“Thread of Grace” is for the ones who wake up already exhausted, who carry pain quietly, and keep moving anyway. It was written from a place of lived experience, but it’s not just about me. It’s about us, the ones who live in bodies that don’t always listen.

This isn’t a song of defeat. It’s a small light in the dark, a hand reaching out to say: I see you.

Even when it hurts.
Even when it’s invisible.
You're not the only one still holding on. 💡🩶🕊️

****Lyrics****

A pale dawn breaks, another silent war,
In a body that no longer feels like mine.

Woke up again with the weight in my chest,
This body won’t let me rest.
The mirror blurs with someone I don’t know,
Her eyes are tired, where hope won’t grow.

They hand me pills, they name my pain,
But none of it breaks the chain.
I’m lost in silence they don’t hear,
A prisoner of my own atmosphere.

Oh, this body breaks me, day by day,
With every flare that won’t go away.
No cure in sight, but still I try,
To hold the sky when I can’t fly.

Some days I can’t lift my head,
I lie in shadows, dream of light instead.
Each smile I wear is a quiet plea,
To one day live pain-free as me.

I dream of breath without fear,
Of walking through a world that hears.
I may be bent, but I won’t break,
There’s still a fight this fire can take.

Oh, this body breaks me, but I remain,
A quiet flame in endless rain.
No cure in sight, but hope holds space,
I walk the line with a thread of grace.

Maybe one day I’ll find a way through,
But until then, I do what I must do.

Thread of Grace

The Wind Blows North

without you

For every child who’s been told they’re “too much” or “not enough”
This is the story of life in a world that won’t slow down.

A neurodivergent mind trying to survive the noise, the lights, the looks, the labels. Misunderstood by teachers. Isolated by classmates. Always one step behind, or three steps ahead, but never quite where the world expects.

Until one quiet moment, and in my case, the sound of a clarinet.
It didn’t fix everything, but it gave my chaos a rhythm, and my mind some space to breathe.
(It won’t be the answer for everyone, but it helped me begin to find my way.)

This track isn’t perfect, neither am I.
But it’s honest. And sometimes, that’s enough. 💙🎵🕊️

This track is for the kids who feel everything.
💙 For the ones masking to fit in.
💙 For the ones melting down inside.
💙 For the ones still searching for a safe place to just be.

You’re not broken. You’re brilliant.
And your rhythm matters. 🎵🕊️

****Lyrics****

They said, “Use your words,”
But mine don’t come when I need them
They said, “Pay attention,”
But I already was, just not the way they wanted
I don’t talk much in class
But my head never stops
I see things they don’t
And they call it “wrong”

It’s too loud, too bright, too fast
And I’m trying, I promise, I really am
But I don’t fit in their lesson plan
So they call me “difficult” again
I’m not broken, I’m not bad
I just need someone to understand
It’s too loud, too bright, too fast
And I’m doing the best I can

The lights flicker hard
And the questions come too quick
They say “just be normal”
But don’t say what that is
I like quiet corners
They call that “hiding”
But I call it breathing
When the noise keeps rising

It’s too loud, too bright, too fast
And I’m trying, I promise, I really am
But I don’t fit in their lesson plan
So they call me “difficult” again
I’m not broken, I’m not bad
I just need someone to understand
It’s too loud, too bright, too fast
And I’m doing the best I can

I wish they’d stop asking me why I’m like this
And just ask me what I need
They might find I’ve got answers
They’ve never even seen

Then one day they handed me a clarinet
Said, “Let’s see what happens”
And I did
I held it close
Like something that understood
One steady breath
And the chaos moved

It’s still loud, still bright, still fast
But I found a way to hold it back
Through every note I find my pace
In every sound, I carve some space
No, it didn’t fix everything
But it helped my heart to sing
It’s still loud, still bright, still fast
But now I know who I am

I am not naughty
I am not wrong
I just needed
My own kind of song
And if you’re someone who stands beside us
When the world feels too sharp to explain
Who waits through the silence
And stays through the strain
If you've helped us breathe
When the noise felt too wide
If you’ve shown us our value
Instead of making us hide
Then thank you
For seeing the spark
For hearing the thread
For loving us gently
When others just fled

🎵 Too Loud, Too Bright, Too Fast

Recorded, mixed and mastered at Amplified Studios
Carlsbad CA, June 2025
Drums: Marc Polit
Electric guitars: Tristan Brooks

LYRIC
We hear the guards shout
It’s 9 and lights out
The truth is so stark
Alone in the dark
No ‘nighty-nite’ here
And no ‘sleep tight, dear’
No one to console
Us on our bedroll

We serve our sentence
Despite our repentance
No one’s obliged to sympathize
Here's what life has shown me 
We get so lonely we could die

A narrow window
Is all that we know
A glimpse of the sky
A bird flying by
That must sustain us
Thought it can pain us
To know there’s so much
We’ll never touch
So we muster resistance
To look off in the distance
But sometimes our hearts ask us to try
We see an old leaf blown free
And get so lonely we could die

The world’s betrayal
You know each day’ll
Break like it’s new
Then disappoint you 
My term’s determined
Of that I’m sure, friend
And yours is as well
That much we can tell
No pleas, no whining
No silver lining
In clouds that clutter up the sky
A single ray may break through
Just long enough to make you want to cry
How bad can the unknown be?
Here
We get so lonely we could die


we get so lonely we could die

The kings of violence

Introducing our rough demo , acoustic version : "Victim To Her Charms"
Hubert Stytz:  music: acoustic guitars, vocals ; composition and arrangement
Pee Gee       :  story /lyrics

Well, the idea for this surreal dreamstory came into my mind when I learned that shoes show the importance, identity and class of a man, giving him both protection and safety.
In this ficticious dream a beautiful lady waves her arms as I´m standing in the middle of the street...without shoes...exposed...feeling pretty uneasy and "incomplete"..while I watch my shoes walking down the street...  temptation in  form of a beautiful lady attracted me but I hesitated because the situation was so embarrassing..........
Hubert liked the story immediately and gave it a try...basically only guitars and vocals...but with all the intensity he had to give.
So... "Victim To Her Charms"  was born !

Highlight: Hubert Stytz and Friends Live!
https://youtu.be/ZaxG6V6IWig?feature=shared

In memory of Jens-Peter Abele ..R.I.P🙏

victim to her charms

I had the absolute pleasure of collaborating again with the greatly talented David De Michele who has created an incredibly enchanting cinematic soundscape for my piano composition "Up". 

Please listen to more of David’s beautiful music here: @user-92820487

Sincere thanks for your attention to this work. We do hope it brings you some joy and comfort!

Credits:

Composition & piano performance: Anastasiya Ihnatovich
Arrangement & orchestration: David De Michele

Up (Ft. David De Michele)

American Love Has Died

Timeless Memory
Some memories never grow old. This piece was born from a childhood moment by the piano with my father — a memory that remains timeless, carried beyond the years.

Timeless Memory

“Devi’s Thunder” is an original poem set on AI-generated music, a work that echoes with raw emotion, spiritual fire, and the timeless strength of the Divine Feminine. It is a journey through rejection, longing, and sorrow — transformed into power, resilience, and thunderous triumph.

The verses unveil the experience of love denied and life’s mysteries rejected. Yet from the ashes of absence, Devi rises — hungrier, fiercer, yet still gentle as a dove. She embodies paradox and power, turning wounds into wisdom, silence into music, and grief into thunder.

The AI-generated soundscape deepens the poem’s intensity, carrying the listener into a electrifying soulful atmosphere where poetry, philosophy, and music converge. This is not just a song — it is an invocation of Shakti, the primordial force of creation and destruction.

For seekers of spiritual poetry, mystical music, meditation chants, mantra-inspired art, and the archetypal power of the Goddess, “Devi’s Thunder” is a spell of awakening.

DEVI’s THUNDER
(original poem)

I launched thunder
and received
feeble love,
tired love,
half-love,
no love,
almost love,
or simply - nothing.

I feel sorry -
not for myself,
but for the wasted Life,
the rude rejection
of a mystery.

Devi, unseen.
Devi, unwanted.
Devi, unrecognized.

Life’s magic ignored,
all spells erased.
No wish
to mix colours
into the grayscale hours.
No wish for music
between dull words.

Devi falls -
and always rises:
hungrier, fiercer,
yet gentle
as a dove.
Always triumphant.
Turning sorrow
into Power.

Seeking,
until she finds herself -
the center of stillness,
that can hold
all her waters,
and her lava.

The center from which
she springs as Life,
and returns
as thunder.

A
S

DEVI's Thunder

Ambient music with subtle and calm tones, intriguing but light

Veld

Temporary Shrines

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. 🧃🌀👽

the ignorant savants is the musing of Byron Haskins, a self-educated creator of informal compositions, interpretive covers and other musical abstractions. It is a Third Act, informed by the first two - applied psychology and political activism. You may find automated music sequences but no artificial intelligence. You should USE HEADPHONES for the best sound as GarageBand is pressed to it's known limits. Also find rotating playlists featuring other creators. If we get only $2.50 per 1k plays here, you must know that hanging here means love, not lu$t.

🎵 Too Loud, Too Bright, Too Fast

😏 Krazy Krissie 🧦

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