The Awesome Awesomest

Strata

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George Bush'isms turned into lyrics of purest gold.

I Just Know I Don't Know

A song from my old band, Mercy Corps, back in the 2000s. Still hungover from the alt-rawk 90s we started to mess with dance punk. I went big crazy with the Moog on the verses. Too much? 

Lift Me Up

Do You Need Me Tonight (2025)

Heart Sign

Pierre and JC Bordetti productions (c) 06/2025.

Composed, arranged, performed, and produced by:
Pierre Bordetti and Jean-Claude Bordetti on drums.

Lyrics
Lost in the night, under silver beams, Drifting through cosmic, endless dreams. 
A thousand lights whisper my name, Guiding me home through time and flame.

Stars above, shining so bright, Lighting up the lonely night. Tell me tales of space and time, Sing me songs, make the world divine.

Fullness

House FM

🛋️✨ 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 😩🍞

SNTRA/89

☠️ Poisonous Venom is a gritty reminder to keep your eyes wide open—especially on SoundCloud and in real life. 🐍 This track is all about watching your back and knowing that not everyone around you is solid. Originally Inspired by a hauntingly raw beat from the incredibly talented Kinelle Man, who originally titled it “Eyes in the Back of Your Head”—that concept alone sparked the whole chorus and energy for this joint. https://on.soundcloud.com/YcCbKErRiwCzFO5Qa7

Big salute to Kinelle Man for the inspiration, and mad love to all the other dope producers I’ve had the pleasure to work with:
God of Headnod, Butch Brownstone, DKODA, Eweezy, V. Nebula, Nu-Clear-Hodge, Weatherman XXL, Jay Coke, Burnseych7, MJBEATS, st. bird, Linkrust, RaimosS MaximouS and Beekool—y’all the backbone behind the sound.

Salute 🫡✨🎧🎶—stay sharp, stay real, and keep those eyes open.💯

Attention ‼️‼️‼️

Decided to post back up the original version of Poisonous Venom with V. Nebula’s beat—after really sitting with it, I felt the flow hit more naturally. The BPM on Kinelle Man’s version was just a bit too fast once I tried laying the vocals back over it, even though it was originally intended for his track.

Big love and major respect to both V. Nebula and Kinelle Man—two incredibly talented producers who both brought 🔥 to the table. This was an honest mix-up on my end, and I truly appreciate everyone’s patience and understanding.

Please be sure to show love to both producers, because they both helped bring this track to life in powerful ways.

Thank you all for your continued support and love 💕
More to come—stay tuned 🎶💯

Poisonous Venom (Prod. V. Nebula)

Black Petals is about staying strong—even when life feels too heavy to carry. This track dives deep into some of the darkest moments I faced growing up, the kind that nearly broke me. But it’s also a reminder: there’s still beauty in the struggle. 🌑🌸

This beautiful beat was produced by the incredibly talented Eweezy, someone who’s believed in me since day one. He saw something in me I hadn’t even discovered yet—and for that, I’m forever grateful. 🙏🏽

Fun fact: The male adlib you hear in the second verse is my real brother—someone who literally saved my life when I no longer wanted to be here. Love you big bro… always. 🖤

Black Petals (Prod. Eweezy)

Sometimes the strongest people are the quietest.
This song is a voice for the ones you don’t always see, the survivors behind the smile, the ones still standing after everything tried to break them.
It’s not just a song... it’s a reminder to look closer, care deeper, and never underestimate quiet strength. 💔🫶🌙
If you know someone like this, let them know.
They're still here. And that means everything. 💜

****Lyrics****

I’ve met them.
I’m one of them.
The quiet survivors.
The ones who walk through life like nothing’s wrong,
but they’re holding themselves together with threads.
This song is for them.
And for you, so you don’t miss what they carry.

They hide the worst of it behind a tired smile
Say, “It’s nothing,” when it’s everything, but that’s their style
They walk through fires no one sees, and still they care
They’re breaking in a room full of people unaware

And you don’t know
The weight they carry as they go
But I’ve seen the nights
They lose the fight
And still, they breathe

Their scars tell a story
They’re the pages that pain couldn’t burn
Every line a war they survived
Every mark a truth they earned
You might think they’re shattered
But there’s strength in every piece
They’re not weak, they’re not broken
They’re just, healing, underneath

They whisper cries so no one else will hear
Hold the world together, even drowning in their fear
They give their love, even when none comes back their way
And still they show up, still they hope, every day

And you don’t see
How hard it is just to be
But I’ve watched them stand
With shaking hands
And still, they give

Their scars tell a story
They’re the pages that pain couldn’t burn
Every line a war they survived
Every mark a truth they earned
You might think they’re shattered
But there’s strength in every piece
They’re not weak, they’re not broken
They’re just, healing, underneath

You don’t see the nights they cry into their sleeve
Or how brave it is to simply, still believe
You pass them in the street, at work, at home, each day
Smiling, helping, laughing, while their heart slips away

You might think you’d recognize someone who’s barely hanging on
But survivors don’t always look broken
They look like parents, friends, coworkers, kids
They look like people you love

So pay attention
Ask gently
Listen longer

Because some people are fighting for their lives
Behind quiet eyes and steady hands

And if you see someone like that, really see them,
Remind them,
They are a survivor
And that, is something to be proud of

Behind Quiet Eyes

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Lyrics:
In the hush of midnight’s dreary veil
Where shadows whisper, weak and frail
A tapping stirs the silent air
A fleeting guest—yet none is there
Only echoes, soft and bare
Murmur low, “No more, beware.”

In bleak December’s fading glow
Each ember casts its ghostly show
I seek to flee the sorrow’s sting
A name unspoken, lost to spring
Her radiance dim, no angels sing
Forever gone, no offering

The curtains sway, their silken cry
Ignites a dread I can’t deny
My heart, it pounds, repeats the plea
“Some stranger knocks, it must be thee.”
But darkness greets my opened door
A void that whispers,“Nevermore.”

Deep in that black, I stand and peer
Dreams of mortals quake with fear
The stillness holds no fleeting sign,
Save one soft word, a faint design.
Her name I breathe, the air’s reply
A shadowed echo, cold and sly

The raven comes, with stately grace
No bow, no pause, it claims its place
Above my door, its eyes like flame
A lord of night, without a name
Its voice, a blade, cuts through the lore
One word it speaks:“Nevermore.

So leave me now, this shadowed fiend
Your cursed word has torn, has leaned
Take back your plume, your lie, your sting
And let my heart no longer cling
Yet still you sit, unmoved, severe
Your shadow binds me—ever here

NeverMore

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Dreamy psy tech trance. T h e NETWORK Homage 

Got To Get Mad

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The First Step

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Enjoy my fellow Mofos!

Vocals: Astrid Solvrid

Lyrics:
When you play like this, you win or you die
Am I lost in the game, or cursed to ask why?

The things I do for love, they break my mind
Is it too late for me? No truth do I find

A mind is a terrible thing to waste, yet mine’s a maze
I am not a woman to be undone, but I’m lost in the haze
The night is dark and full of terrors, my thoughts collide
No one speaks my flaw, but their eyes don’t hide

The things I do for love, they break my mind
Am I lost? No truth do I find
Chaos is a ladder, and I’m falling behind
Is my soul a shadow, or a spark unconfined?
The things I do for love, they twist my fate
Am I broken, or built to defy their hate?
No one speaks, but their silence is unkind
Is it too late for me? The question’s my bind

All men must die, but my mind’s the cost
I know nothing, and in that I’m lost
Power is power, yet my thoughts betray
Why keep my truth in the dark, I pray?

The things I do for love, they break my mind
Am I out of luck? No truth do I find
Chaos is a ladder, and I’m falling behind
Is my soul a shadow, or a spark unconfined?
The things I do for love, they twist my fate
Am I broken, or built to defy their hate?
No one speaks, but their silence is unkind
Is it too late for me?  The question’s my bind

The man who passes the sentence should swing the sword
Am I my own doom, or a truth ignored?

The things I do for love, they break my mind,
Is it too late for me?  No truth do I find.

The things I do for love, they break my mind,
Is it too late for me?  No truth do I find



Things I Do For Love

DreadVeil Marrow

This cover of Ben Daglish's iconic The Last Ninja 1 soundtrack is a tribute to a piece of music that left an indelible mark on my childhood. Its unforgettable melodies and innovative sound design captivated me growing up, sparking my passion for music creation. This track, hands down, inspired me to start composing my own songs. With this cover, I aimed to honor the one true King that was Ben Daglish, his original's timeless energy while adding my personal touch, hoping to evoke the same sense of wonder it gave me.

The Last Ninja

This is another cover of Ben Daglish's iconic Soundtrack for The Last Ninja on C-64. Originally released in 1987, The Wilderness track is a tribute to a piece of music that left an indelible mark on my childhood and therefore the World. Its unforgettable melodies and innovative sound design captivated me growing up and served as the vibrantly colorful soundscape badassery that only Ben Daglish Could master. Hours of sheer frustration, failures and daytime nightmares  in a completely un-nerfed game that gave absolutely Zero fucks about the feelings of the poor kid exposed to this satanic scheme. One of uncalibrated and worn out Tac-2 Joysticks on a good day. A game Sparking my passion for music creation. With this cover, I aimed to honor the one true King that was Ben Daglish, his original's timeless energy while adding my personal touch, hoping to evoke the same sense of wonder it gave me so many years ago.

The Wilderness

Froid Mortel Familier

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