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Woke up a stranger in my skin
Chasing shadows I let in
Every mirror bends the frame
And I can't remember if I'm still the same

Hold me close, then let me fall
I'm not sure I'm here at all

I'm all glass edges, breaking light
Sharp as morning, soft as night
Pull you closer, push away
Love me, leave me, beg you to stay
I'm all glass edges, I can't choose
Every win feels like a bruise

A thousand colors in a breath
I taste forever, then regret
Every heartbeat splits in two
And every truth feels like it isn't true

Touch my hand, it disappears
Whisper loud inside my ears

I'm all glass edges, breaking light
Sharp as morning, soft as night
Pull you closer, push away
Love me, leave me, beg you to stay
I'm all glass edges, I can't choose
Every win feels like a bruise

I'm a fire in the flood
A rose that blooms in blood
And I don't know who I'll be
When you turn the key

I'm all glass edges, breaking light
Sharp as morning, soft as night
Pull you closer, push away
Love me, leave me, beg you to stay

Beautyful hard rock song. In memory of Zegretti Elena and Mazzocchi Alvaro.

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APPALACHIAN ECHOES: Folklore Meets Fallout. Brace yourself for a brutal sonic tour through the irradiated backwoods of America’s most storied mountain range. This isn't your grandma's ghost story it's Apocalyptic Appalachia where the Cryptids are real and the radiation has turned legends into living nightmares. We've captured the fear of facing down the towering, winged terror of Mothman, the predatory starvation of the Wendigo, the grotesque march of the Super Mutants and Ghouls, and the alien dread of the Creature of the Flatwoods. Every track is a grim testament to survival in a land of nuclear-haunted folklore. Press play and step into the Echoes.

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Introduction

The Day the Clocks Went Silent is a progressive concept album that explores humanity’s fragile relationship with time — and what remains when that relationship collapses.
Across twelve interconnected songs, the album follows an emotional, philosophical, and sonic journey through silence, chaos, awakening, and acceptance.

It begins with a single moment: the instant the world’s clocks stop ticking.
From that frozen second, the story unfolds through dreamlike reflections, surreal landscapes, and the inner echoes of a civilization learning to live without measurement — discovering the pulse of life beneath the tyranny of time.

Each track represents a stage of this collective awakening, blending field recordings, ambient soundscapes, orchestral textures, and expressive guitar work reminiscent of Pink Floyd, King Crimson, and Steven Wilson.
The album moves from tension to release, from disorientation to catharsis — ending in peaceful infinity, where time and sound merge into one.

The Concept & Narrative Arc

The album is divided into three conceptual movements — Collapse, Awakening, and Transcendence:

I. Collapse (Tracks 1–4)

Time stops.
The opening tracks (“Prelude,” “Fractured Hours,” “The Weight of Seconds,” “Ghosts of Routine”) depict a world unraveling.
Mechanical ticking fades into silence as people struggle to live without rhythm — haunted by routines that no longer have meaning.
The music is tense, surreal, filled with field recordings and experimental time signatures, symbolizing a fractured world.

II. Awakening (Tracks 5–8)

The silence deepens into introspection.
Songs like “A Silent Parade,” “The Sun Forgot to Rise,” “Chronos Sleeps,” and “Voices Through the Static” explore the psychological and metaphysical collapse of human order.
Time’s god, Chronos, dreams — and in his sleep, reality bends.
These pieces blend psychedelia and ambient textures with philosophical lyrics and cinematic spoken-word passages, evoking a trance-like descent into the subconscious.

III. Transcendence (Tracks 9–12)

From silence, understanding emerges.
“Beyond the Ticking Sky,” “The Return of Sound,” “The Clockless Dream,” and their motifs reveal a rebirth — humanity realizes that time is not a prison, but a pulse of existence.
The ticking returns, but now as the heartbeat of life, not as a chain.
The final track dissolves into complete stillness, suggesting enlightenment — or perhaps the final moment before the dream ends.

Philosophical Core

At its heart, The Day the Clocks Went Silent asks:

“If time stopped — would we finally begin to live?”

It questions our dependence on structure, measurement, and routine — suggesting that true consciousness may emerge only when the illusion of time collapses.
The silence between seconds becomes a metaphor for awareness, presence, and the rediscovery of meaning beyond linear existence.

Sound & Aesthetic

Musically, the album fuses:

Progressive Rock’s narrative ambition and shifting time signatures.

Psychedelic textures — reversed sounds, ambient drones, field recordings.

Art Rock’s cinematic scope, with orchestral and electronic arrangements.

Classic Rock emotion, featuring expressive guitar solos in the tradition of David Gilmour and Steve Hackett.

Experimental and cinematic production, blending organic and synthetic soundscapes into one continuous experience.

The album is designed to be listened to in full — a single arc that transforms sound into silence and back again.

Closing Statement

The Day the Clocks Went Silent is not just an album — it’s an existential reflection disguised as sound.
It captures the collapse of order, the beauty of uncertainty, and the rebirth that follows.
By its end, the listener stands where the journey began — but changed, hearing the world anew.

“In the silence, we finally heard ourselves.”

The Clockless Dream

You said it’s over, I said “yeah, I know”
The room went quiet, the light was sinking low
You took your coat, didn’t turn around
I sat and watched the sun go down

Your shadow was the last thing I saw
Then it faded out, and that was all
No arguments, no fury, fuss, or sound
Just me, alone, and the sun going down

Sun’s going down, nothing left to see
You’re already gone, it’s just hitting me
Don’t think I’ll be seeing you around
No wonder the sun’s going down

The sky bleeds out, the dark takes hold
The air gets sharp, so bitter and cold
I light a cigarette, let it just burn out
Sit and remember, while the sun goes down

Sun’s going down, nothing left to see
You’re already gone, it’s just hitting me
Don’t think I’ll be seeing you around
No wonder the sun’s going down

Don’t think I’ll be seeing you around
No wonder the sun’s going down

Sun's Going Down

I Walk in Peace

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The Clockless Dream

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