NeuroCrown

Een cabaret-pop album over ADHD,
executieve functies en het elegante falen dat volgt

Welkom in het paleis van je brein.


Niet het rustige soort met een bibliotheek en zachte harpmuziek, maar een chaotisch koninkrijk waar negen Queens elkaar permanent voor de voeten lopen.


NeuroCrown is een muzikaal portret van hoe het brein werkt
– of net niet werkt –
bij mensen met ADHD of andere neurodivergente breinen.

Elke song stelt een Queen voor die een executieve functie vertegenwoordigt:
de mentale processen die we nodig hebben om te plannen, schakelen, organiseren, starten, volhouden en reguleren.Denk aan het commandocentrum van je gedrag.
Bij neurotypische mensen loopt dat meestal vlot.
Bij mensen met ADHD?
Wel… daar is het eerder een cabaretvoorstelling waar niemand de choreografie kent en de souffleur is afgeleid.


De negen Queens zijn stuk voor stuk karikaturen van dysfunctionele breindelen die het goed bedoelen, maar zelden samenwerken. Ze botsen, blokkeren elkaar of blinken net te hard uit op hun eigen terrein. Zo krijg je:

  • een impulsieve leider zonder rem (Queen of Impuls)

  • een geheugenbeheerder die alles vergeet (Queen of Fog)

  • een motivatiemanager die altijd zegt: “straks” (Queen of Later)

  • en nog zes andere neuroglorieuze royals die elk op hun manier chaos veroorzaken


De afsluitende track, One Dysfunctional Kingdom, brengt alle stemmen samen.
Niet als oplossing, maar als erkenning: dit is hoe het werkt.
Geen gebreken, maar breuken die leren dansen.


Dit album is geen pleidooi voor perfectie.
Het is een theatrale knieval voor iedereen die z’n sleutels in de koelkast legt, een burn-out krijgt van de was sorteren, of al vier weken probeert om één simpele taak te starten.

Met humor, pijnlijke eerlijkheid en cabaret-pop maakt NeuroCrown zichtbaar wat vaak onzichtbaar blijft: de constante mentale strijd om gewoon te functioneren.

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🎵 Queen Of Impuls

Executieve functie: Inhibitie (remfunctie)

De koningin zonder remmen, filters of bedenktijd.
Ze fladdert van idee naar actie zonder tussenstops.

“Eerst denken dan doen” is voor haar een onbekend spreekwoord.

Dit is het brein zonder filterknop: een kleurrijk kabinetslid van chaos,
met een scepter in de vorm van een glitterpen.

🎶 Songtekst

I said yes before you finished
Didn't catch the second part
There was cake and then confetti
Now I'm banned from shopping carts
I bought ten glitter toasters
Signed up for goat ballet
You said: Think it through
I didn't
What a charming résumé

 

I'm the Queen of Impuls
My crown's a wild idea
I leap before I look
Who needs a plan, my dear
No brakes inside this castle
Just fireworks and flair
I swear I meant to pause
But I forgot to care

 

Don't ask me why I did it
I don't even really know
The thought just came and sparkled
And my fingers said
Let's go
Regret is just a side dish
I eat with every whim
It's not that I don't wonder
Should I
I just wonder after him

 

I'm the Queen of Impuls
My crown's a wild idea
I leap before I look
Who needs a plan, my dear
No filters, no forewarning
Just drama on display
I'm basically your chaos
In a cabaret cliché

 

I tried to count to ten once
Got to two and bought a snake
He's wearing tiny goggles
His name is Sir Mistake

 

I'm the Queen of Impuls
I toast to poor decisions
Let's crash another moment
Without asking for permission
I leap before I look
Because stillness makes me twitch
I'm not your careful monarch
But I am a fabulous glitch

 

Kneel before your restless ruler
My scepter? A spinning pen
My royal motto
If it feels good now, then do it
And apologize by ten

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🎵 Queen Of Fog

Executieve functie: Werkgeheugen

Zij verdwaalt in haar eigen gedachtenpaleis. Elke taak die niet luid schreeuwt, wordt vergeten.

Plannen vervagen, gesprekken verdwijnen en ze leeft tussen sticky notes en verdwaalde dinsdaggevoelens.

Een tragikomische ode aan het mentale mistgebied waar informatie gewoon poef verdwijnt.

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I walked into the kitchen
With a mission in my head
Now I'm staring at the fridge
Like it personally fled
I had seven tabs open
Now my brain just crashed instead
You asked for something simple
I brought hummus and dread


I'm the Queen of Fog
Lost in my own halls
If you find my memory
Please return my calls
I'd love to finish sentences
Or track a single thread
But my brain's a swirling palace
Where thoughts go poof instead


Sticky notes on sticky notes
Alarms that I ignore
I tried to list my list of lists
Then I misplaced the drawer
You told me something vital
I nodded like a pro
Now all I have is
Something, Tuesday
And a vague internal no


I'm the Queen of Fog
Crowned with vanished plans
My mind's a lovely fogbank
With free-roaming caravans
I'd answer all your questions
If I knew what they were
But I'm stuck between remembering
And petting the cat's fur

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🎵 Queen Of Later

Executieve functie: Taakinitiatie

Ze weet wat moet gebeuren, heeft het genoteerd, gesorteerd… en stelt het dan uit tot het universum implodeert.

De koningin van “net niet”, meester in het bouwen van systemen die schitteren in hun afwezigheid van actie.

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I planned to start this morning
Then blinked and it was four
I cleaned the fridge
Rewrote my will
Adopted one chore more
My to-do list is a drama
A tale of: not just yet
I meant to say: I've started
But took a nap instead

I'm the Queen of Later
My throne's a comfy chair
I rule the land of almost done
And mentally I'm There
Deadlines are just rumors
Urgency's a myth
If pressure builds, I take a nap
And call it mental drift

I made a brand new system
With timers, bells, and charts
Then spent three days perfecting it
And none on actual starts
I know I should begin things
It's not like I don't care
But somehow every action plan
Evaporates mid-air

I'm the Queen of Later
The Duchess of Delay
If you ask: Have you begun it
I'll blink and walk away
I'm busy rearranging
The tasks I will postpone
Don't rush me with your logic
I'll start when the guilt kicks in
That's basically a win

I set the stage
I light the flame
Then watch it flicker out
One bold, unfinished legacy
In progress
Lost in doubt

I'm the Queen of Later
And honestly?
I care
Just not enough to do it now
But ooh, I love a stare
My kingdom's built on maybes
On dreams not quite begun
Intentions are my legacy
But action never came

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🎵 Queen Of Routine

Executieve functie: Flexibiliteit & cognitieve shifting

Structuur is haar religie. Maar als één schakeltje verandert, breekt het hele bouwwerk.

Ze houdt van vaste patronen, tot het krampachtig wordt.

De schijn van orde is haar overlevingsmechanisme, maar ze wankelt bij elke wijziging.

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I built a sacred schedule
Then slept through half the plan
My color-coded masterpiece
Now screams: abandon span
I cling to morning rituals
Like coffee is divine
'Cause if I skip step number three
I lose my whole damn spine

I'm the Queen of Routine
But barely holding on
One shifted task, one missing sock
And all my grip is gone
My structure is survival
My to-do list's a shield
So don't you dare reschedule
Or I will wildly yield

I hate when things get shuffled
I panic when they don't
I crave spontaneous freedom
But stick to what I won't
I write a new routine each week
To feel like I'm in charge
Then spiral into chaos
Because I aimed too large

I'm the Queen of Routine
Unstable, yet devout
I plan like I'm a monarch
Then burn the whole thing out
My structure keeps me breathing
My apps control my fate
So if you move my puzzle piece
Just know it's far too late

You call me rigid
Maybe
But this is how I cope
Without my list and breakfast mug
I slide down slippery slope

I'm the Queen of Routine
I calendar my brain
I cling to tiny anchors
To navigate the strain
So laugh if I get panicked
When someone breaks the spell
But living without structure
That's our Kingdom's hell

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🎵 Queen Of Drama

Executieve functie: Emotieregulatie

Zij voelt alles — en dan nog een beetje meer.
Tranen, woede, liefde: alles is groot, meeslepend en niet te temperen.

Waar neurotypische mensen ‘hun emoties reguleren’, richt zij een operette op per stemming.

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You sighed too loud this morning,
So I assumed we're through.
You asked me how I'm feeling—
I wrote a poem. Then two.
I cried because my toast was burnt,
Then laughed until I fell.
I'm either painfully intense
Or faking it too well.

I'm the Queen of Drama,
My feelings wear a crown,
My tears are royal diamonds,
My laughter shakes the throne.
I love like a crescendo,
I rage like broken glass,
If you want a quiet kingdom,
I suggest you move your ass.

Don't tell me "take a deep breath"—
I did, and now I sob.
My calm has an expiry date,
My fury has a job.
I feel with full conviction,
No dimmer on this light.
If someone hurts my dog?
I'll burn the world. Polite.

I'm the Queen of Drama,
My feelings wear a crown,
My tears are royal diamonds,
My laughter shakes the throne.
I love like a crescendo,
I rage like broken glass,
If you want a quiet kingdom,
I suggest you move your ass.

"Maybe you're too sensitive."
Oh honey, that's the goal.
I decorate my trauma,
Then sing it rock 'n roll.

I'm the Queen of Drama,
Emotions set me free,
I cried at your voicemail
And cursed a bumblebee.
My moods could fill an opera,
My peace comes in a flask—
If you can't handle thunder,
Don't you dare to ask.

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🎵 Queen Of Clueless

Executieve functie: Sociale waarneming (contextdetectie / metacognitie)

Ze probeert sociaal gedrag te spiegelen, maar het script verandert constant. Ze analyseert gesprekken tot in het absurde en begrijpt nooit zeker of ze “te veel” was.

Een tragikomische weergave van sociale onzekerheid en het gebrek aan intuïtieve feedback.

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I said the thing I always say—
Then watched their faces twitch.
Was it rude, or just too honest?
Or did I miss a switch?
They laughed, I smiled mechanically,
Then replayed it line by line...
I'm not sure what just happened—
But I'll relive it till it's mine.

I'm the Queen of Clueless,
Unsure but standing tall,
If I've crossed a line again,
I never saw the wall.
I mirror social customs
Like a slightly broken mime—
And if I look too confident,
I've practiced forty times.

There's eye contact and there's staring,
And I can't tell them apart.
They say "just act natural"—
Is that a science or an art?
I nod at random moments,
I laugh a beat too late,
And when I try to "read the room,"
The room just radiates... wait.

I'm the Queen of Clueless,
A social script machine,
I highlight awkward silences
And analyze the scene.
Don't ask me what they're feeling—
I assume it's "mild disdain,"
Then write a thesis in my head
To justify the strain.

"Was that too much?
Was I too flat?
Was that a joke?
Why did they laugh?
Do they hate me?
Do I care?
Probably yes.
But also—where?"

I'm the Queen of Clueless,
And no, I'm not at ease,
But I've built a careful kingdom
From "maybe" and "oh please."
So if I seem too distant,
Too weird, or out of place—
Just know I practiced being human
Before I showed my face.

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🎵 Queen Of Almost

Executieve functie: Volgehouden aandacht / doorzettingsvermogen

Begint met vuur en passie, eindigt met een onafgewerkte chaos aan ideeën.

Haar koninkrijk bestaat uit halve projecten en “kom ik later op terug”-momenten.

Ze bedoelt het écht, maar onderweg valt haar concentratie gewoon van de troon.

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I bought a book on focus—
Then drifted off by page three.
Started learning Mandarin,
Now I just say "maybe."
I reorganized my closet,
Then got bored at drawer two.
I wrote a list of follow-ups…
That I still need to do.

I'm the Queen of Almost,
So close, yet never done,
I give my all on Tuesday,
Then crash and call it "done."
Projects half-completed,
Dreams left in the mist,
If medals went to "nearly,"
I'd top the royal list!

I flirt with dedication,
We text, but never meet.
My hobbies last a week or two,
Then quietly retreat.
I swear I'll finish someday—
The proof's in every pile.
I've got twelve open browser tabs
That might be done in style.

I'm the Queen of Almost,
Of drafts that softly died,
Of goals with perfect outlines
And no one on their side.
I chase with fierce momentum,
Then lose the plot mid-spin—
But hey, I made a Trello board!
That's basically a win.

I march toward my destiny—
Then pause to fix my hair.
I could've been a legend…
If I'd finished over there.

I'm the Queen of Almost,
Half-queening through the mess,
I wear a crown of progress
And a cape of near-success.
So judge me if you want to,
I'm proud of what I've spun—
I may not cross the finish line…
But damn, I almost run.

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🎵 Queen Of Clutter

Executieve functie: Organisatievermogen / planning en ordening

Een kasteel vol verzonken voornemens, verloren kabels en mysterieuze ‘belangrijke papieren’.

Ze weet dat er ergens structuur was, ooit, maar haar systeem is een archeologische site geworden.

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I own six broken chargers
And three unopened pens.
A drawer of random buttons
And keys without their friends.
I swear I had a system once—
It lived for half a week.
Now every time I tidy up,
My floor begins to speak.

I'm the Queen of Clutter,
My treasures fill the room,
I clean by relocating
The chaos to another room.
My palace is a jungle,
Of stuff I'll never find,
If neatness wins the crown,
I'm royally undone.

My folders lie like fossils,
My labels lost their fight.
Each "miscellaneous" archive
Is a bureaucratic fright.
Don't judge the piles too harshly—
They know me, every one.
I'd throw things out more often…
If I knew where to begin.

I'm the Queen of Clutter,
My kingdom overflows,
I walk through ancient shoeboxes
Like royalty in prose.
Don't ask me for a paperclip—
That quest may take all day.
But somewhere under everything…
I think I filed "okay."

Beneath the socks and tangled cords,
There lives a noble plan.
It tried to stand for order once…
But tripped on an old pan.

I'm the Queen of Clutter,
I rule the great unknown,
With scattered lists and random stuff,
Whose purpose is unknown.
So here's to holy chaos—
My crown's a crooked box,
My throne's a pile of laundry
And my sceptre's lost in socks.

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🎵 Queen Of Chaos

Executieve functie: Plannen & organiseren (metacognitieve executie)

Ze maakt plannen met flair, vergeet ze even snel, en gooit structuur uit het raam zodra het te strak voelt.

Een ode aan creatieve wanorde, waarin niets werkt zoals het hoort – maar iets gebeurt er altijd wel.

🎶 Songtekst

I bought a planner last week—
Then promptly lost the pen.
I made a list of priorities,
But can't find it again.
My goals are decorative,
Like glitter on a pie,
I tried to sort my inbox—
Now I just reply: "Hi."

I'm the Queen of Chaos,
My plans are never found,
If you want a tidy palace,
Don't let me around!
I schedule with confetti,
I strategize with flair,
If order is your passion,
Prepare for royal smoke!

I organize with post-its
That vanish overnight,
I filed my files alphabetically…
Then panicked at the sight.
I plotted out my calendar,
Then changed it for the vibe—
Structure makes me itchy,
But spontaneity's a tribe.

I'm the Queen of Chaos,
With spreadsheets I abuse,
I name my folders "final_final"
Then label them "confuse."
I plan like it's performance art,
Unstable but sincere—
If clarity's your temple,
I'm the fireball you fear.

Okay, so here's the system:
I color-code the moods,
Then tag the files emotionally—
It's chaos, but it broods.

I'm the Queen of Chaos,
My empire's on delay,
I meant to lead us forward—
But we zigzagged all the way.
I thrive in swirling mayhem,
I dance through fog and flame,
I turn mess into momentum—
And crown it all the same.

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🎵 One Dysfunctional Kingdom

Executieve functie: Integratief overzicht / zelfbeeld binnen executieve disfunctie

De eindtrack bundelt alle Queens als stemmen in één brein.

Elk van hen is een fragment – samen vormen ze een overprikkeld, maar veerkrachtig geheel.

Het is een viering van gebreken, met een kroon die niet staat voor perfectie, maar voor erkenning van je eigen fragmentatie.

🎶 Songtekst

"They said a kingdom needs structure.
I built one out of cluttered drawers, emotional outbursts,
and perfectly timed procrastination.
Welcome to my crown."

Welcome to the Dysfunctional Kingdom,
Where chaos leads the way,
Where Queen Impuls decides things
Three hours before the day.
Where Fog forgets her sentence,
And Routine guards the gate—
And Drama throws confetti
At every twist of fate.

Later swears she's on her way,
While Chaos lost the map.
Clueless checks the mirror,
Almost takes a nap.
And Clutter rules the castle
With duct tape and a sigh—
They're messy, loud, and brilliant…
And somehow, so am I.

Long live this wild assembly,
This fractured royal crew,
Each Queen with her dysfunction—
And all of them are you.
You sparkle in the static,
You fumble, fail, restart—
But you're still standing proudly
With an unfiltered heart.

You're not too much.
You're not too late.
You're not too weird.
You're not a weight.
You skip, you stall,
You bend, you break—
And still, you show up wide awake.

So here's to Queen Impuls,
And her glitter-coated plans,
To Fog and her forgetfulness
Still writing where she stands.
To Routine's sacred systems,
To Drama's grand parade,
To Later, Chaos, Clueless ones,
And dreams that never fade.
To Almost and to Clutter—
They're messy, but they shine…
A kingdom born of fragments
Where the crown was always mine.

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