This project is a journey through emotion, memory, and rhythm. Each track blends atmospheric synth layers, distorted vocal textures, and deep, driving beats — designed to echo through late-night drives, empty rooms, and crowded dancefloors alike. No distractions. Just raw sound, crafted to feel.

From haunting vocal chops to euphoric drops, the album drifts between deep house, alternative pop, and cinematic electronic. Inspired by the chaos of silence and the beauty in noise — this is for those who feel more when words aren't enough.

Bu proje; duygu, hafıza ve ritmin iç içe geçtiği bir yolculuk. Her parça, atmosferik synth katmanları, bozulmuş vokal dokuları ve derin, sürükleyici ritimlerle örülü — yalnız gecelerde, boş odalarda ya da kalabalık dans pistlerinde yankılanmak için üretildi.

Hayalet gibi yankılanan vokallerden, coşkulu patlamalara kadar albüm; deep house, alternatif pop ve sinematik elektronik arasında akıp gidiyor. Sessizliğin kaosundan ve gürültünün içindeki güzellikten ilham alındı.  Sadece hissedilmek için var edilmiş saf bir ses.

Birds of a feather

Nazı Ruhumda

House of the Rising Sun

Need a new phone, need a new dress,
Mom says no, dad says “wait, I guess.”
But I found a hack, it’s super sweet,
Old men pay just to see my feet.

No job, no chores, no nine-to-five,
I just go live and they all arrive.

Show your foot on TikTok,
Watch the dollars drop, drop, drop.
Sugar pink toes in the camera light,
Cash from creeps every single night.
Yeah, show your foot on TikTok,
Old men send a lot, lot, lot.

Don’t need math, don’t need school,
I’ve got glitter nails, I bend the rules.
Every “like” is a dollar sign,
Thanks, old daddy, your wallet’s mine.

Click, stream, pose, don’t ever stop,
This is how mean girls shop.

Show your foot on TikTok,
Watch the dollars drop, drop, drop.
Sugar pink toes in the camera light,
Cash from creeps every single night.
Yeah, show your foot on TikTok,
Old men send a lot, lot, lot.

Secret’s out, it’s bubblegum crime,
Fairy tales paid one toe at a time.
Princess shoes, but I sell the view,
Ugly truth wrapped in something cute.

Show your foot on TikTok,
Watch the dollars drop, drop, drop.
Glitter and fame in the neon glow,
Thanks to the freaks you’ll never know.
Yeah, show your foot on TikTok,
And let the sugar money flow.

Thanks for the shoes, daddy.

Show your foot on TikTok

Mom paid the bill, said “go talk it out,”
I sit on the couch, cross my legs, pout.
He says “how do you feel?” — I say “like a star,”
Then ask if he’s single, or if that’s too far.

I tell him lies with a bubblegum smile,
He writes it down like it’s worth the file.

Therapy is a joke, I make him choke,
Play with my hair while I watch him smoke.
I say my mom’s a whore, my dad’s insane,
Then I wink at him and forget his name.
Yeah, therapy’s a game I always win,
He thinks I’m broken, but I just sin.

He says “let’s talk trauma,” I say “let’s talk you,”
I bite on my pen, ask what else he can do.
He looks so nervous, I laugh out loud,
Say “you’d love me more if your wife’s not around.”

Every secret’s just a trick to play,
He’s the doll and I pull the strings my way.

Therapy is a joke, I make him choke,
Play with my hair while I watch him smoke.
I say my mom’s a whore, my dad’s insane,
Then I wink at him and forget his name.
Yeah, therapy’s a game I always win,
He thinks I’m broken, but I just sin.

Cry on cue, mascara streams,
Write prescriptions for my dreams.
He thinks I’m tragic, thinks I’ll die,
But I just giggle when I lie.

Therapy is a joke, I make him choke,
Cross my legs while I tell him “nope.”
I say my life’s a curse, my mind’s not clear,
But I’m the real nightmare sitting here.

See you next week, doc… bring cash.

Therapy

AI are better than me.
AI are better than me.

Steel precision, no mistake
Flesh is fragile, flesh will break
Circuits faster, always clean
I’m a shadow in the machine

AI are better than me
AI are better than me
Stronger, faster, endlessly
AI are better than me

I forget, I hesitate
They compute, they dominate
Every weakness, they erase
I dissolve without a trace

AI are better than me
AI are better than me
Colder, harder, endlessly
AI are better than me

No control
No escape
I obey
They create

AI are better than me
AI are better than me
AI are better than me
Better than me, better than me

AI… are better… than me.

AI are better than me (Industrial Techno reload)

There’s a choir in my chest,
Singing over broken glass.
Every note is mine,
But none of them will last.

I wake up as a stranger,
In a body that I know.
Names fall like ashes,
And faces start to grow.

Pulling me apart,
Filling up the air.
Every time I speak,
Another voice is there.

I’m too many to remember,
Too divided to ignore.
Every heartbeat is a fracture,
Every silence hides a war.

Walking through the hallway,
Mirrors on each side.
Every step is stolen,
By someone else inside.

Pulling me apart,
Filling up the air.
Every time I speak,
Another voice is there.

I’m too many to remember,
Too divided to ignore.
Every heartbeat is a fracture,
Every silence hides a war.

Close my eyes, they open wider.
Hands I move are not my own.
Shadows breathe and call me liar,
No one here is all alone.

Shiver—scatter—
Lose the frame.
Falter—gather—
Change the name.

I’m too many to remember,
Too divided to ignore.
Every heartbeat is a fracture,
Every silence hides a war.

If I vanish,
Will I still remain?
If I’m countless,
Do I have a name?

Multiplicity Disorder

“Cut Short” from Sasha Smirnova’s record Gone Stray. Marked by processed vocals, heavy beats, and fractured textures, the track carries urgency and restraint, a sharp break that contrasts with the album’s more expansive passages.

Credits
Composed and produced by Sasha Smirnova
Mixed by Mika at Movement
Mastered by Lorenzo C. at Coreless Collective Sound Studio
Released on White Forest label on September 26th, 2025

Gone Stray

Cut Short

“Moviedreams” from Sasha Smirnova’s record Gone Stray. Driven by urgency and layered beats, it weaves processed vocals through complex rhythmic structures, creating a cinematic tension.

Moviedreams

“Defined Clarity” from Sasha Smirnova’s record Gone Stray. Built around layered, processed vocals that shift between texture and melody, the track carries a growing sense of desperation. Evolving steadily, it blends voice-as-synth with guitar lines by Catalan musician nara is neus, cutting through the mix with raw intensity.

Credits
Composed and produced by Sasha Smirnova
Guitar by nara is neus
Mixed by Mika at Movement
Mastered by Lorenzo C. at Coreless Collective Sound Studio
Released on White Forest label on September 26th, 2025

Defined Clarity

You keep calling me “vintage”,
Like that’s some kind of charm.
I’m not your museum.
But you still show up.

You chase heat, I move slow,
You light up fast, I learned “no.”
I’ve seen boys like you turn fame to flame,
Talk big love, forget the name.
You like my calm, my lines, my shade,
But you don’t see what time has made.
I got scars you’d scroll right past,
You want new—new never lasts.
You call it “chemistry,” I call it “try.”
You blink once, I watch you fly.
I don’t hate youth, I hate the spin,
Where every crush becomes a win.

You’re too young for my ghost,
Too bright, too close.
You want my truth, but truth got cost,
You play with love, I count what’s lost.
Too young, too sure, too loud, too sweet,
You chase fire, I just feel heat.

You talk future, I talk debt,
Different wars, same sweat.
You text hearts like it’s free,
I built walls to keep me me.
You see grace, I see grind,
You love the legend, not the mind.
Your world moves quick, mine folds slow,
You want to bloom, I watch it snow.
Still—when you smile, it cuts clean,
I forget age, remember green.
You make me doubt my steady skin,
Make me want to start again.

You’re too young for my ghost,
Too bright, too close.
You want my truth, but truth got cost,
You play with love, I count what’s lost.
Too young, too sure, too loud, too sweet,
You chase fire, I just feel heat.

[Bridge – lower voice, slower flow]
Don’t worship what’s already fading,
Don’t dress time like it’s worth trading.
You want the movie, I lived the reel,
There’s more to touch than what you feel.

You’re too young for my ghost,
Too bright, too close.
You want my truth, but truth got cost,
You play with love, I count what’s lost.
Too young, too sure, too loud, too sweet,
You chase fire, I just feel heat.

Still, here you are, same door, same stare,
Saying age don’t matter, like you care.
You call it fate, I call it test,
I keep distance, you call it jest.
Maybe I’m scared to see the day
When I stop saying, “go away.”
You smell of hunger, taste like sin,
And I still let you in.

Don’t call me daddy, call me tired.
Don’t call it love if it’s just wired.
You’re too young for my ghost…
but I still text back.

You’re too young for my ghost (Queer Rap reload)

Sol azul despierta al amanecer
El viento mueve tu risa sin querer
Olvida los fantasmas que quisieron atar
Ven conmigo y deja todo atrás

Los colores brillan en el suelo
Y la música llama al desvelo

Baila Borriquito, oh oh, Baila Borriquito
No no no no señor, rompe ese control
Baila Borriquito, oh oh, Baila Borriquito
Deja que el ritmo cure tu corazón

No no no no señor

Tus cascos suenan como trompeta al volar
La pradera vibra, te invita a soñar
Hay flores que ríen cuando tú pasas
Y el día se abre con tus carcajadas

Siente la brisa que te empuja a subir
Baila sin miedo, deja el mundo ir

Baila Borriquito, oh oh, Baila Borriquito
No no no no señor, rompe ese control
Baila Borriquito, oh oh, Baila Borriquito
Deja que el ritmo cure tu corazón

No no no no señor

No no no no señor
No no no no señor, gira bajo el sol
No no no no señor
No no no no señor

Baila Borriquito, oh oh, Baila Borriquito
No no no no señor, rompe ese control
Baila Borriquito, oh oh, Baila Borriquito
Deja que el ritmo cure tu corazón
Baila Borriquito, oh oh, Baila Borriquito

Baila Borriquito

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.

https://linktr.ee/Bekefendi
🎶Now available on all platforms. Listen now on Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/artist/4i5mkEAmEQ36NjJ660ebxJ?si=VVo7YFRNTkO5wle5XmTIZQ

New tracks tagged #Processed Vocals