"CYAN" is a sonic hallucination.
DA-PHONK crafts a slow-burning, hypnotic track where shimmering synth waves collide with sharp phonk beats.
The track feels like driving endlessly through neon landscapes lost between dreams and code, between liquid light and solid shadows.
Cold but sensual, minimal but obsessive, "CYAN" is a meditation on repetition and resonance.
Where beats echo like heartbeats… but wired.

CYAN

Dark Orbit

Voice: DA-PHONk
Production: Dark Earl

A slow-breathing monolith of sound, Dark Orbit is the first haunting collaboration between DA-PHONK and Dark Earl, a descent into cosmic isolation, whispered fears, and broken transmissions. With DA-PHONk’s detached, ghostlike delivery and Dark Earl’s frostbitten synth layers, the track draws inspiration from 80s coldwave, analog space horror, and cybernetic melancholy. This is not a song. It’s a sealed pod drifting endlessly in the void.
For fans of: Gary Numan, John Maus, Boy Harsher, Carpenter Brut (on downers).

Featuring the atmospheric basslines of Midi-14, whose presence gives the composition a profound emotional depth beneath its minimalist surface.

Lyrics :

[Verse 1]
It’s cold in here
And the stars flicker pale through the cracks in the hull
There’s a shape out there
In a black suit, no face, floating slow past my window

[Verse 2]
Now the lights dim down
And I wonder what I’m doing in a pod like this
There’s a signal again
And just for a second, I thought I could hear your voice

[Chorus]
So now I drift on
Now I can think in the dark
About secret codes and failed scans
And things I just can’t comprehend
Like a soft beep at night
Or a ghost ping in time
I don’t think it ever reached you

[Verse 3]
So I opened the hatch
It’s the “crewman” I left in the airlock
“Just stay still”
A flickering shadow on the wall of the deck

[Verse 4]
You know I hate to ask
But are ghosts synthetic?
Only mine broke down
And now there's no one aboard

[Chorus]
So I traced back the echoes, the false logs and lights
And it hurts, and I’m empty
And I should never have called
And I missed you tonight
So I’ll disengage
You see... it meant everything to me

Lyricist : Dark Earl

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CYAN

Mars Tech Records