Written by James Geer

I was the flaw 
From the inception
How can I disappoint more?

I broke the law
In my direction
And your heart showed mine the door

For many years
you were the problem
Now I can see through your eyes

It’s become clear
Passive deception
I’ve been surrounded by lies

I understand
The cold reception
Of a burden to rear

Throw it away
Flush the exception
Somehow, I’m still standing here

You know the trope
About apples and trees
Did you have thoughts such as these?

We both survived
But I’m still alive
Minding my Qs and my Ps

Your ashes sit
In a box on the shelf
One day I guess to be sown

To signify 
The end of the lies
No longer my own

Requiem

Cinnamon Stars
A Personal Reflection on Memory, Drums, and Dust

This piece started with a poem. Well—half a poem. The phrase “cinnamon stars” dropped out of my pen one morning and just… stuck. I wasn’t planning on writing music that day, but that phrase opened something—a fissure, a portal, a spice-laced memory chamber—and suddenly, I wasn’t at my desk anymore. I was walking inside the pages of Dune. Not in a literal, fan-art way. More like: emotionally wandering through the book’s residue. Echoes. Dust.

There’s no clear timeline in Cinnamon Stars. No beginning, middle, or crescendo. It’s not that kind of piece. This is closer to remembering something you never lived—an abstract recollection. The sounds came the way desert winds move: nonlinear, patterned only by something ancient and unknowable.

Sound as a Memory Map
The instrumentation came together slowly, but instinctively:

Taiko drums for their elemental weight—like the slow heart of a sandworm or a tribal rite you’re not meant to witness.

PVC pipe drums—hollow and reverberant. They remind me of wind howling through a Fremen sietch, or what bone might sound like if it dreamt.

A modified kalimba, twisted just enough to lose its sweetness. I wanted something that sparkled but wasn’t friendly.

Synths, of course—droning, gliding, breathing. They’re the thread, the mist, the mechanical sand.

There’s no narrative to hold onto here. Just emotions, in layers:
Mystery. Distance. Stillness. Pressure. Curiosity.
I didn’t write this to be followed. I wrote it to be entered.

Sometimes, when I listen back, I slip into a meditative state. Not on purpose. I just fade in, as if some part of me remembers a past I’ve never had. Maybe it's the spice. Maybe it's just the rhythm of forgetting.

A Visual Echo
The visual element came later, but it’s integral. I had Sora build a 3D wall-hanging sculpture—somewhere between Klimt’s glimmering mosaics and Dalí’s warped dreaming. Texture is everything. I wanted golds and shadows, sharp edges that curl, things that feel aged but alive. I didn’t want to illustrate the music—I wanted the art to vibrate with it, mirror its emotional logic.

It’s not a moving image in the traditional sense, but there’s movement inside it.
Like dust suspended in light. Like an altar in a dream.

Who Might Hear This?
I imagine this resonating with:

Film producers searching for ambient cinematic atmospheres with edges.

Choreographers who like music that breathes but doesn’t beg for attention.

Percussionists curious about unconventional forms—who know that rhythm doesn’t always mean tempo.

But really, it’s for anyone drawn to sonic meditation. For listeners who appreciate uncertainty, who can sit inside mood without asking it to resolve.

What Sets It Apart?
This isn’t ambient as background. It’s ambient as portal.
What sets this piece apart is the combination of tactile percussion and spacious electronics—that soft tension between grounded and drifting.

It doesn’t offer resolution. It offers reflection.
A sense that maybe… just maybe… you’ve heard this before.
Not in this life. Not on this planet. But somewhere.

“When I listen to this piece, I drop into a meditative state... perhaps it’s spice-influenced?”
—me, to myself, more than once

Acknowledgments
As always, my deepest gratitude to the Strepito group. They turned these weird textures and pulse-ideas into something real, playable, resonant. They understood the emotional logic of the piece before I had words for it.

Sketches 2025

Cinnamon Stars (Master 20250506)

Written years ago, this song captivates living in a stasis environment. Leaving the past behind to search for new hope screams a story and bleeds a way out.

I Can't Believe It's Still Long Island

Ha! Psychedelic
Space...🪐
Enough for everyone!👩🏽‍🚀

Psychedelic Space!

A song about knowing the limitations or losing them or something entirely different#

https://youtu.be/B4ArrMEyshs?si=_DxUGCosdVVx90Ql

Lyrics
Face the fear 
you love the most
just to feed the devil
that is your host
bleed your past
nostalgic ghosts
cos there’s nothing better
than those not chose

You need someone to stop you
but you got no one to hold back your hand 
from cashing out and in on crazy 
so it’s up to me to steer our ship to dry land
not quicksand
it’s in my hands
and on my hands

When a sickened sound
scars dirty minds
keep playing clowns
with a vicious smile
facing forwards
in twisted lines
to cheat the shadows
where sun don’t shine

But you need someone to stop you (we all need someone)
but you got no one to hold back your hand (your hand)
from cashing out and in on crazy 
so it’s up to me to steer our ship to dry land
not quicksand

But you’re not a victim in vain this time
we all know that you’re no fool
it’s just your half cup’s full of half empty
cos your demon’s are way too cool

But we all need someone to stop you (we all need someone)
but we got no one to hold back our hands (it’s your hand your hand)
from cashing out and in on crazy (does crazy save me)
so it’s up to me to steer our ship to dry land
not quicksand
it’s in my hands
and on my hands
these empty hands
it’s in our hands


Hand (we all need someone)

https://youtu.be/L5wQtWx5QL8

" L'océan " en audio sur YouTube Music :
https://youtu.be/7l4D03xBo_4

Lien pour télécharger le titre :
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Musique : Arman Prod
Enregistré, mixé et masterisé aux AK Studios par Alexandre Roux

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#Ocean #Summer #Water

Gamin je rêvais d’océans de lointaines terres et de géants 
Mais pas d’y trouver le néant en allant dans l’océan 
Aspiré par un béant trou j’y ai perdu l’élan 
Au milieu des éléments déchainés comme un dément
Qui m’attirait tel un aimant dans les entrailles évidemment 
Du vide à des lieues de maman où rien ne fut comme avant 


Bravant les flots je domptais des eaux agitées 
Suivant le courant pour ne pas lutter [pas lutter]
Cherchant le réseau afin de remonter [remonter]
À la surface pour enfin m’échapper
De la mélodie qui m’entraînait malgré tout vers le fond 
Parodie de chants de sirènes provenant du tréfonds
Des abîmes ou bien de mon être puisque l’on confond 
Lorsqu'on est sous pression le vrai du faux par inattention


Refrain (x1)

Dans l’océan je m’enfonçais tant bien que mal tout en essayant 
De ne pas paniquer pour autant 
Dans l’océan j’ai tout tenté pour occulter mon sort effrayant 
Tout en me débattant 

J’ai tout tenté pour l’oublier tout en me débattant 
En essayant de ne pas paniquer pour autant 


Malmené par les vagues je dérivais tel un fétu d'paille
Au péril de ma vie parmi les mailles d’un filet sans trouver la faille 
Pour passer au travers de ces tenailles naturelles
Qui s'apparentaient plus aux phénomènes surnaturels 
Qu’aux dangers bien réels auxquels j’étais confronté 
Comme une ultime épreuve qu'il fallait surmonter
Pour que ce jour ne fut pas le dernier de ma carrière écourtée 
Car si je m’étais résigné j’aurai bien fini par couler 


Sous une avalanche d’eau  j’y aurai laissé ma peau 
On aurait baissé le rideau sur ma vie mais mon égo
Jugeait cela beaucoup trop tôt de partir ainsi sans échos 
Dans le silence le plus atroce sans avoir écrit un mot 
À mes proches à l’abandon à qui je léguais que des questions 
Sans réponses et sans raison de disparaître de cette façon 
Sous une avalanche d’eau 
Je voulais pas y laisser ma peau
Sous une avalanche d’eau 

Refrain (x2)

Alors j'ai nagé sans arrêt pratiquement pour me dégager 
Sans avoir le temps de douter de mes capacités 
Malgré l'énorme trajet déroutant qui me séparait 
De cette plage [de cette plage] accueillant les naufragés 

Alors j'ai continué de nager pratiquement pour me dégager 
Sans avoir le temps de douter de mes capacités 
Malgré l'énorme trajet déroutant qui me séparait 
De cette plage [de cette plage] accueillant les naufragés 

Outro

J'ai pu l'atteindre
Comme j'ai pu atteindre mes neuf ans 
L'océan 
L'océan ne me fait plus peur dès à présent 
L'océan n'a plus rien d'un géant 



L'océan (Arman Prod)

Hi everyone! Since it’s Sunday and we happened to meet in the studio to say goodbye to each other, we realized completely by chance that we’ve uploaded 98 tracks on SoundCloud. So we decided to release a chiptune track to mark number 99, and then come back with the 100th song!😉

We’ll still be online for a few more hours, then we’ll take a break from SoundCloud for a while. We can’t say exactly how long. But don’t worry, we’ll be back to annoy you again!🤪

Enjoy listening, drop us a comment , and happy holidays to those who, like us, still haven’t taken them! In any case, enjoy the summer (and if you’re in the southern hemisphere, enjoy the cool weather! Sorry, dear friends in Antarctica, no joke intended!😆).

All our Chiptune tracks are here: soundcloud.com/beatingedge/sets/8-bit-vibes.

Love you all!🫶
Ciao!!😘
©2025 Beating Edge

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