Red lights flick, the runway snaps into a beat
Cranberry shine 차오른 빛 drips clean under every step we repeat

Bodies cut the air like silhouettes in liquid chrome
Couture heat rising, 우리 걸음은 throne
Cranberry gloss on cheekbones sharp, we glow on sight
Fashion fire in our veins 밤을 밝히며 lighting up the night

Bass like velvet sliding slow along your spine
Step in deeper, 더 와, taste the pulse, the space is mine

Cranberry dreams turning fever into flame
Electro fashion burning bright in our name
Glam harvest wrapped in neon lace
We shine together 함께 빛나며 in this electric space

Rust silk sways, crimson waves carve through the floor
Champagne sparks lift the room and call for more
Abundance hits, the spotlight says follow me
Cranberry flash sets every heartbeat 자유로워 free

Walk the light, let your body claim the zone
In this runway ritual 우린 완성돼, we are fully grown

Cranberry dreams turning fever into flame
Electro fashion burning bright in our name
Glam harvest wrapped in neon lace
We shine together 밤을 채우며 in this electric space

걷다, glam, strike it in the light
Pose, turn, 시체 cutting through the night
Snap, frame, 실루엣 that never lie
Serve, shine, cranberry power 하늘 위로
Walk, 글램
Pose, turn
Snap, 액자
제공하다, shine

Cranberry dreams turning fever into flame
Electro fashion burning bright in our name
Glam harvest wrapped in neon lace
We shine together 함께 올라 in this electric space

크랜베리 드림
Cranberry dreams
글램
액자
걷다
Slay

Cranberry Drip 쿠튀르

Smokestack dawn chills my ragged skin
Iron jaws scrape where the day begins
That punch clock hum feels like grinding sin
Dust in my chest keeps dragging me in

Cold hands ache in the early gray
No voice here to push the weight away

I am buried in this turning wheel
Losing grip on the life I feel
Every breath tastes like metal steel
Still I stand though the cracks reveal

Broken lamps buzz above my lane
Steel on steel keeps biting my brain
Crowds move past but the chill remains
Work songs fade into flat terrain

Cold hands ache in the early gray
No voice here to push the weight away

I am buried in this turning wheel
Losing grip on the life I feel
Every breath tastes like metal steel
Still I stand though the cracks reveal

Night creeps slow on a crooked track
Shadows rise but I push them back

I am buried in this turning wheel
Losing grip on the life I feel
Every breath tastes like metal steel
Still I stand though the cracks reveal

Buried in this turning wheel

The entire sound is in my hands. I write cyber poetry, produce, and compose every track ready for Immersive 3D. Every beat is crafted for spatial and next-gen headphones.
Intimate lyrics, total immersion, every track.

For 30 years I kept unfinished demos to myself, never letting them out. Now I finish what I start and release it the moment it’s alive.

I use every tool available, human or machine, as an instrument.
Technology doesn’t replace creativity. It expands it.

New tracks tagged #3D spatial drums