hm-mm…
I hear the metal breathing in the dark
hm-mm…
The vents remember every spark

I crawled above the sleeping town
The lights all died, the noise shut down
The cold air moved around my face
The only friend inside this place

Footsteps echo, echo slow
I learned the paths the grown-ups never know
I held my breath so no one sees
The ductwork sings its lullabies to me

In the crawlspaces
I hide where the darkness traces
All the shapes of the fear outside
And I stay alive
In the crawlspaces
The world falls apart in stages
But I run through the steel inside
And I stay alive

The doors were locked, the walls were red
The grown-ups screamed, then nothing said
I kept my ribbon and my name
And learned to play the silence like a game

Voices vanish, vanish fast
I hear the creatures moving through the past
Their claws against the metal skin
I count to ten and never let them in

In the crawlspaces
I hide where the darkness traces
All the shapes of the fear outside
And I stay alive
In the crawlspaces
The world falls apart in stages
But I run through the steel inside
And I stay alive

If I whisper soft enough
The vents will carry me
If I close my eyes enough
The shadows set me free
I know every bolt and seam
Every promise I can keep
And when the monsters hunt the deep
The metal sings me back to sleep

In the crawlspaces
I hide where the darkness chases
But I know I am still inside
And I stay alive
In the crawlspaces
The world falls apart in stages
But I run through the steel inside
And I stay alive
I stay alive

Newt song

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 #processed brass