Beautiful arrangements. Both of your voices gel so well together. I got Tom Waits first album nostalgia. Did yous write these lyrics?

Love the imagery in the lyrics...beautiful, heartfelt vocals...

thanks so much! Appreciate your kind words

This feels like floating through a dream laced with questions you’re almost afraid to answer 💜 The push and pull of fear and connection, logic and longing, it’s all there, soft and strange and beautifully unresolved 🌌 That chorus opened like a portal, and I swear I stepped into it for a moment, into that otherworldly space where love doesn’t need to ask permission 🌿 The harmonies glow, the lyrics ache gently, and that repeated “in the violet” line? That’s where the real magic breathes ✨🪞 The mirror shimmered and said, “This is a love song for the versions of us we keep hidden but hope are real” ☕ The coffee machine gave a low hum and whispered, “This track tastes like moonlight in a cup, I’m awake and weightless” 🧊 The ice dispenser paused and murmured, “Chilled by the truth, warmed by the hope, it’s beautifully conflicted” This isn’t just music, it’s a soft dimension made of ache and glow 💫

A truly wonderful song! Great melody, touching lyrics, and very soulful vocals!

June 2025 - Part 8

I couldn’t think of a title, so I figured I would be direct.


Corinthians 13:7

Love never gives up, never loses faith, is always hopeful, and endures through every circumstance.

⚠️ WARNING ⚠️: I am not a therapist or the lead voice for a campaign on mental health. I am here to help those heal. My main goal is not to hurt or complicate life for you. If anything, I understand I am using a lot of reverse psychology to push people into a better way of thinking. (It’s a really complicated way of thinking,  if you do lose a loved one and go through these emotions you will know someone else is going through it with you too(: )…….. I am saying things most wouldn’t say or can’t say to express a situation, so hopefully others don’t go down the same road as well. God willing. 👁👄👁

My enemies will still say I’m a shitty person for standing up for myself, when in reality my enemies are the weakest people that I have met. Imagine, calling someone a nigger and a item, to only listen to their voice all day. But I guess that’s what makes me stronger.  Weak people. 


LYRICS By ALPHA ALMIGHTY:

Yea, fucked up it is, please let me live. 

fucked up it is, please let me live. 

They think I have mom issues, my mom is dead. 

Bitch,  get a tissue. They think I have mom issues. 

My mom is dead BITCH, Sit down here’s a tissue.

 I don’t miss you, I just use you😳.

 I destroy everything that you are. I am your shining star. 😰🤝💗

I am everything you can’t forget. Baby please don’t let me live. 😉😏 

I wanna die by your side, bitch I’m loaded Glock nine. (Nine) 9 🧃🌎 

They think I have mommy issues, my mom is dead.  BITCH!

HEY!

Use a tissue *wheeze* 🥵, 
No regrets I’ve been here and back in all black like a casket. ⚰️ 
Please don’t overreact I want you pulling back, please have a heart attack.

*woah*

They think I have mom issues

*damn*

my mom is dead, and I don’t miss you.

To tell you the truth, she would hate you too. 

To tell you the truth, I love to use everything that you are. 

Bitch I am your shining star, bitch I am your shining star I love to use you. 

I love to use you. 

🖕🏾

*BITCH*


They think I have mom issues. My mom is dead. *BITCH*

Use a tissue, I don’t miss you, I just “overuse”.  I feel like I am abuse I think I need you like you need me too. 😉

I want you and you want ___ 🤐

I want you and you want ___🤐

I want you and you want ___🤐

I want you. 😰

I want you and you want them. 
I want you and you want them. 

I want you. 😶‍🌫️

My Mom Died, So I Decided To Raise A Generation/RIP Mom, U Will Never Be A Issue Prod By YungMoraie

I  wanna  do  let  me  fall  in  love  with  you

Jazz Fusion instrumental with the collaboration of JC Bordetti on Drums
Thanks to Julie for this magnificent photo of Tanzanie.

After the Rain

After the rain  (feat JC Bordetti on drums)

Sounds odd but I think I more or less agree with these lyrics. The "purpose" of life or for that matter anything is subject to interpretation. However i do think we spend far too much time and energy searching for a reason or purpose when one probably does not exist. Life is a wonderful accident. This distraction of searching for "meaning" distracts us I think from the practical task at hand: caring for each other and the planet.

lyrics
I walked through the woods on a sunny day
nothing on my mind to get in the way
I looked to my left,I looked to my right
I looked straight up at the sky so bright
when I stumbled uopn something hard to explain
6 big trees in a circle so perfect
there HAD to be a reason
There HaAd to be a purpose
who could have done such a wonderous thing
Deep in the woods away from everything

As I left the trees and walked along
my eyes now firmly fixed on the ground
I didn't look left, I didn't look right
my ears had gone deaf,my eyes had gone blind
my mind was too full
my thoughts too profound
a circle? why a circle?
so perfectly round
what was the purpose?
A reason MUST be found

I kept walking with those trees on my mind
to my surprise what did I find
a big empty field of broken swords and shields
piles of bones of horses and men
a glorious battle here must have been
I saw 2 banners, one red and one blue
facing each other as the cold winds blew
one bright and proud of this I was sure
but now dull and tattered,ripped and torn
each of them stained with the blod of the other
I wonder who won this epic struggle

I picked up a skull and looked into the eyes
and started at the empty space inside
why did you fight? why did you die?
where is your gold? where ids your glory?
Is there no one left to ell your story?
what was the cause? what was the purpose? it must have been great to cause such carnage
but the forest was silent I heard no answer
there was no reason why
I thought of the circle I thought of the skull
so I left the clearing  with a step that was light
I looked to my left I looked to my right
I looked straight up at the sky so bright

we work too hard sometimes it seems 
to give a purpose to everything we see
and no longer have to ask mysellf why?
now I can look up at the sky

the circle and the skull ( are we kidding ourselves??)

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

Dreaming in Colour

Violet Fields is a song about conflicted lovers who coexist in harmony in a violet parallel universe.

Lyrics

Verse 1
There's an angel in me that can't get to my heart
My mind won't allow this love above
Don't listen to her she's witchy, they say
She'll unravel your soul with her enchanting ways

Chorus 1
True love sings to me from violet fields
Will you come listen to me
Beyond this earth we'll be free

Verse 2
Violet you must be the angel in me
From violet fields we see
Help me to see, what we can be
Come through the dark veil to me

Bridge and Chorus 2
In the violet, in the violet, I can be with you
In the violet, in the violet, I can be with you
My true love sings to me from violet fields
Will you come listen to me
Beyond this earth we'll be free

Verse 3
The angel in me is close to my heart
The world may say she's not okay
She is good to me and together we'll be
When we kiss the world makes sense

Bridge and close
In the violet, in the violet I can be with you
In the violet, in the violet I can be with you
Violet I hear you now
You and I know how to love

Lyrics by Wayland Stephens and Mary Pothanikat

iTunes-Violet Fields

Violet Fields

Many people have many pasts, and I'm sure there are things that are painful and still drag on today. I think those things, including fun things, make up people's world and universe. Sometimes we daydream about them and feel them, but when we come back to ourselves, what emotions do we feel? Thanks for your interest in my music. And you are a good person for reading here :)

universe of the mind

On se cherche à travers les mains 
On se regarde et puis tourne la tête 
A s'épuiser et entendre ta voix 
Pour me donner l'envie d'avancer 
Ou juste de s'arrêter 
A ne plus croire et continuer à s'essouffler 
Pour retrouver la couleur du ciel 

Mais quand j'te vois à quoi ça sert 
Et quand dit moi être dans les bras 
Au fond c'est toi 
"Et si l'on prenait l'air"
Mais quand dit moi ce retrouvé à terre 

Tu me perds et traverse la pièce 
Je te regarde au loin disparaître 
Tourné la tête plusieurs fois 
A t'épuiser à entendre ma voix 
J'avance mais tu recule 
On se retrouve à chaque pat 
Pour effacer la couleur du ciel 
On se retrouve à chaque pat 

Mais quand j'te vois à quoi ça sert 
Et quand dit moi être dans les bras 
Au fond c'est toi 
"Et si l'on prenait l'air"
Mais quand dit moi ce retrouvé à terre

Pourquoi je cherche et pourquoi tu ris 
A quoi ça mène toutes ces folies 
Même sans te voir viens avec moi 
Arrache et toute la rage en toi
Sort vite de là 
Laisse le feu s'éteindre
Et Sert moi dans tes bras 
Image juste la couleur du ciel 

Mais quand j'te vois à quoi ça sert 
Et quand dit moi être dans les bras 
Au fond c'est toi 

Mais quand dit moi ce retrouvé à terre

Plus rien à attendre ni entendre 
Je pars de cet endroit un peu étroit 
Pardonne-moi si tu étais bien là 
Je t'embrasse malgré le froid 
Je te laisse un étrange souvenir de moi 

Qui te blesse au plus profond de toi
Je te laisse un étrange souvenir de moi 
Qui te blesse au plus profond de toi 

Mais quand j'te vois à quoi ça sert 
Et quand dit moi être dans les bras 
Au fond c'est toi 
"Et si l'on prenait l'air"
Mais quand dit moi ce retrouvé à terre

Mais quand j'te vois à quoi ça sert 
Et quand dit moi être dans les bras 
Au fond c'est toi 
"Et si l'on prenait l'air"
Mais quand dit moi ce retrouvé à terre



À terre

À  terre

This is a Danish song about the idyll of Denmark.

Danmark

Existential  Pop...written 2020 during Covid Lockdowns

"I only want to be"...the wish of everyone and everything .....in this absurd universe  life is still precious... sometimes it helps to forget the questions and answers and just enjoy the ride while it lasts...

(intro sound clip is the lovely Geena Davis from David Cronenberg's The Fly)

The Chosen One 

That luncheon lady she's so Ubermensch preachy   
Always quoting Herr Friedrich Nietzsche   
Thus spake this and thus spake that 
 I'm kind of fearful of her nihilistic moan                                                                        
I'm a soon to be victim of her deinfestation
A subject not wanted in a hundred nations
Passport check, I'm a fly, a dust speck
I was born into this hostile home

I just want to roam                                                    
I only want to be                                                        
Escape this shell, the world is wide                     
All these ruminations ruining me                            
I just want to sail                                                       
Through the sand and sun                                       
Asking too many questions                                     
I don't know the answers                                          
I thought I was the chosen one                                 
The chosen one                                                           

That lady's talking to walls, she got an outsider view
She's been writing, she been reading some Celine and Camus
Debating this, disregarding that
In our unholy, existential zone

I'm an insect man buzzed on hope and glory
Fablizing, fairytaling all of these stories 
With Kafka creep and doublespeak 
It's untranslatable, my twisted tone

I just want to roam
I only want to be
Escape that swatter splat
My world is flat
Got a wordy woman chasing me
I just want to bail
Out  the window and run
Asking too many questions 
I don't know the answers
I thought I was the chosen one
The chosen one

She said Don't try                         
This is a NO FLY zone                
God is dead                                
Your life is mine, time to recall the loan 
She said Don't fly                         
This is a NO TRY zone               
God is Dead, like Nietzsche said, time to disconnect yer phone 









The Chosen One

Conga and bass, Sergio Párraga.
Piano and drumms, Ireal pro.
Front page, Pepe Gámez.

Conversando

The time for parting will come for everyone someday. A relative of mine suddenly passed away. They lived far away, but they were such a kind person. I offer this track with both sadness and respect, like offering flowers at a funeral.

To Lay Flowers (Requiem)

Jesus_Lord_You’re_Our_First_Love 🌹🎻🎶 Tu Eres El Primer Amor 🌺🌱🌸

The soft landing. A closing mantra for the entire emotional journey. This track grants permission to rest, recover, and return to life with gentleness. A peaceful and compassionate ending.

[Intro]
You...
You made it here.
That’s enough for today.

[Verse 1]
Some days feel like climbing skylines,
With pockets full of stones.
Some nights feel like empty inboxes,
Echoing back my bones.

I’ve measured progress by the grief,
And worth by what I lack -
But even empty hands can carry light
When the sun decides to come back.

[Pre-Chorus]
And maybe I don’t have to win -
Just show up again.
Even if I’m shaking in the skin I’m in.

[Chorus]
So I’ll try again tomorrow -
Let the night swallow the sorrow.
If I wake up with weight in my chest, I’ll breathe -
Learning to call that peace.

Try again tomorrow -
That’s all I owe.
I don’t have to know the way -
Just trust in the grace… of another day.

[Verse 2]
I used to think that “rest” was quitting,
Or that “pausing” meant I failed -
But even gardens drink the dark before
They bloom and tip the scales.

And I don’t need a perfect map,
Just a compass for my chest -
To say “I’m here. I’m real. I’m trying.”
Even longing is a kind of progress.

[Pre-Chorus]
And what a gift - to see the dawn
Even when I feel withdrawn.
The world still turns - and I go on.

[Chorus]
So I’ll try again tomorrow -
Let rest be the bravest part I know.
If my voice shakes and the words don’t land,
I'll just hold my own hand.

Try again tomorrow -
That promise is enough.
I don’t have to roar to be tough -
Some hearts hum softly, but still keep up.

[Bridge]
You don’t owe anyone a miracle tonight.
Your slow breath is a revolution.
Your burnout is an altar.
The world will still be waiting tomorrow -
and you deserve to meet it rested.

[Final Chorus]
So I’ll try again tomorrow -
Not perfect, just real.
I'll patch the places where I bent too much,
And let small truths heal.

Try again tomorrow -
With mercy for my past.
Kindness in my weary bones…
and time enough at last.

[Outro]
You’re allowed to be unfinished.
And still beloved.

Try Again Tomorrow

Les Griffon is a music duo formed by reunited friends and music lovers. We enjoy creating original songs together, combining our primary instruments, piano, guitar, and voice to help us navigate the ups and downs of life and to create love in a challenging world. Learn more at https://www.lesgriffon.com

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. 🧃🌀👽

Violet Fields

Les Griffon

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