Under the Same Sky

Foreign Body

Under the Same Sky (Deluxe Edition)

Parasite

Gagging Order

Painted Rust

Dark, slow-burning trip-hop with deep pulses, whispered vocals and atmospheric guitar textures. A blend of Massive Attack shadows and Archive-like tension filtered through our own Cruft universe. Best experienced on headphones.


[Verse 1]
Shadows drift across my skin,
empty rooms, the noise within.
Every breath a step away,
waiting for the tide to say.

[Pre-Chorus]
The night dissolves, the edges blur,
a voice returns but not a word.
Fading lines, a quiet call,
I let it go, I feel it fall.

[Chorus]
Carry me down, to the silent shore.
Carry me down, I don’t need more.
Carry me down, where the echoes sleep.
Carry me down, where the waves run deep.

[Verse 2]
Olive trunks, the salt in air,
stones remember how to cry.
I walk alone but not afraid,
the sky erases what I made.

[Pre-Chorus]
The night dissolves, the edges blur,
a voice returns but not a word.
Fading lines, a quiet call,
I let it go, I feel it fall.

[Chorus]
Carry me down, to the silent shore.
Carry me down, I don’t need more.
Carry me down, where the echoes sleep.
Carry me down, where the waves run deep.

[Final Chorus]
Carry me down, to the silent shore…
Carry me down, I don’t need more…

[Outro]
Whispers fade…
the sound decays…
lost in the waves.
O

Carry Me Down

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.”

Painted Rust

Sleeping Pulse