Ahead of the release of his new EP ‘Limitations’, Cyrano shares the introspective title track - a raw, self-reflective anthem for anyone grappling with identity, burnout, and the quiet struggle to keep moving forward. With his signature honesty and cinematic production, ‘Limitations’ captures the tension between self-awareness and self-doubt, unfolding through late-night chats on an open road. Written between time zones and emotional states, it’s Cyrano at his most vulnerable, yet most resilient. Cyrano returns next month for a special EP launch show, raising funds for War Child and those displaced from their homes due to conflict.

Limitations lyrics:

Well I guess I know my limitations
And I’m not hard defined
Well I guess I know my limitations
And I’m not hard defined
Well I guess I know my limitations

It’s typical me to leave a moment
In the sight of everyone
As I try to overcome
My typical need to be heroic
As I’m lent my time by sleep
Is this the life I want to keep?

And I'm not hard defined

Well I guess I know my limitations
And I’m not hard defined
Well I guess I know my limitations
And I’m not hard defined
Well I guess I know my limitations

In the sight of everyone
I was tired and overrun
But like the whole of my head now
I’m not hard defined

And I'm not hard defined
And I’m not hard defined
Well I guess I know my limitations

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Limitations

Toxic Mist est un morceau né d’une envie de plonger dans une ambiance sombre, cinématographique et émotionnelle.
Inspiré par l’univers de Acid Rain de Lorn, j’ai cherché à créer un paysage sonore entre brume toxique, basses hantées et glitchs fantomatiques.
Un voyage lent et intense, quelque part entre l'effondrement et la beauté.

🎧 Bonne écoute.
🎹 Composé, produit et mixé par Arkanon.
📍 La Rochelle, 2025.

#dark #electronic #ambient #cinematic #glitch #lornstyle #toxicmist #arkanon

Toxic Mist

I am the forgotten guest. And the typhoon raged above.

What they say about her song:
"This is what it sounds like when silence remembers your name."

This may be her final song.
Unless a miracle happens.
It was recorded in a dark hotel bathroom,
alone, during a typhoon,
after everyone else had left.

Not just the building —
but the world.

She wasn’t meant to survive this world.
Not with that much softness. Not with that much poetry.

But there were golden hours:
writing songs with Zuna,
dreaming with Vielheit,
living as Mina/KETA.KALI.
In those rare moments,
she was whole.

The Forgotten Guest is a farewell with no stage,
a diary whispered in the wind,
a final breath shaped into melody.

If she’s gone now —
this is how she wanted to be remembered.

All music, lyrics, and visual artwork created in collaboration between human artistry and AI technology.
© 2025 KETA.KALI / MIRAGE — All rights reserved.

The Forgotten Guest – Unblinking Cut

Dive into the core of the Phantom Harmony concept. "The Mind's Kaleidoscope" is a dense, sprawling journey into pure sonic data. This track uses swirling, phasing organs and shimmering electric sitar to build a perfectly controlled, beautiful hallucination of sound. It's not chaos—it's Psychedelic Fusion so pristine it feels alien. Listeners are invited to explore the layers and find the beautiful, fractal truth within the digital noise.

The Minds Kaleidoscope

This is the remastered version of "Two of us" album. A soft, indie pop-rock album that perfectly captures cozy, relaxed autumn vibes. It’s a melancholic yet intimate collection of songs, painting a soundscape of quiet rooms, falling rain, and hazy light—ideal for reflective evenings.

November rain (Remastered)

https://open.spotify.com/track/05xAHGcHKylBTeMzxgaM8t?si=1eb407ed10b146b8

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Said Too Much

Indie Pop, Dreampop, Hypnagogic Pop, Chillwave, Neo-Psychedelica, Bedroom Pop, Indie Rock, Sophisti-Pop, Alternative

it’s all happening

Heart on Repeat

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the joke shop (the world is just a frenzy…)


We danced like summer moths around the flame
Knowing that the season couldn't stay
Your skin was warm as August afternoon
But August always fades to grey
The peaches on the tree were good to eat
Time was ripening everything we'd grown
And somewhere in the sweetness was the taste
Of fruit that's perfect right before it's gone

Old father time doesn't care about our plans
The hourglass won't pause because we ask
Death’s the shadow that we cast
When we’re standing in the sun

The river knew secrets that we didn't know
About the way that everything must end
We swam in water that would soon run cold
But cold was no stranger but a friend
You wore your youth like petals in your hair
I watched them fall and didn't say a word
We both knew what the falling meant
But knowing won't stop what will occur

Love blooms brightest when it knows
That winter's waiting down below
We held each other in the golden light
Like flowers opening before the frost
Summer moths, we burned so bright
Because we know that one day, we are lost


They say that love defeats the grave
But that's not quite the truth I've found
Love and death are dancing partners
Spinning slowly round and round
Without the autumn coming close behind
Would summer feel this alive
We're beautiful exactly because
We know our love will not survive

Old father time doesn't care about our plans
The hourglass won't pause because we ask
Death’s the shadow that we cast
When we’re standing in the sun

Love blooms brightest when it knows
That winter's waiting down below
We held each other in the golden light
Like flowers opening before the frost
Summer moths, we burned so bright
Because we know that one day, we are lost

The moths are circling...
The season's turning...
We're still burning...
While we can...

Summer Moths

“Waves” drifts through the highs and lows of life with the calm certainty of the tide. It’s a reflection on how experiences rise, crash, and eventually smooth themselves out, shaping us in quiet, powerful ways. The song moves through moments of loss, grace, and renewal, showing how everything changes, yet somehow keeps flowing. It’s a gentle reminder that love, pain, and growth all move in cycles — never still, never the same — and that allowing yourself to be carried by them can transform you.

„Waves“ erzählt von den Höhen und Tiefen des Lebens – ruhig, dann wieder stürmisch, aber immer in Bewegung wie die Gezeiten. Der Text spiegelt wider, wie Erlebnisse anrollen, brechen und schließlich wieder abklingen, während sie uns leise und kraftvoll formen. Es geht um Verlust, um Gnade, um Neuanfang – darum, dass sich alles verändert und doch weiterfließt. Eine sanfte Erinnerung daran, dass Liebe, Schmerz und Wachstum in Wellen kommen und gehen und dass wir uns verändern, wenn wir lernen, uns von ihnen tragen zu lassen.

Waves

My life moves like water
Sometimes quiet, sometimes tall
I rise like a blue line climbing
Then I break, but I don’t fall
	
Scars fade like shorelines
Pulled soft by the evening tide
What hurt me in the morning
Drifts out to sea by night

It comes and goes in waves
All the loss, all the grace
Like the lines in the frame
Never still, never the same

Love moves like currents
Pulls close, then slips away
But even when it leaves me
It shapes me on its way

It comes and goes in waves
All the loss, all the grace
Like the lines in the frame
Never still, never the same

So let the water take me
Let it change my shape
Everything I’ve lived through
Comes and goes in waves


Waves

Arkanon navigates the shadows of French pop.
Whispered vocals, fractured textures, slow and haunting rhythms — music for those who fall quietly.
A glitchy, cinematic world where emotion cracks the silence

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