A very quick jam after a big day out. Meditation to unwind. All software, all Fors devices (with just the UA SpecOps added for the crrrrrrrunch and weird spectral shimmer). Cranked out the main idea in 10 mins, another hour to get it to an arrangement that felt nice enough.

Untitled (2025-03-30 dyad tela sala crushed)

City hum… low light…
I count my breath
One… two…

Inhale
Hold
Exhale
Release
(Repeat, whisper)

Between the beats
I find a room
Where I can stay
And be the truth

Give me breathing space
Between the days
Give me breathing space
Where static fades

I’m not running
I’m unfolding
Breath by breath
I open space

I slow the heart
To meet the night
I slow the mind
To meet the light

Give me breathing space
Hold my name
Give me breathing space
I’m not afraid

Stay
Stay
Stay

Give me breathing space

Machines hum through amber rows, every line alive
We spark the fields with hunger for the glow to arrive

Sunset grain awakens, gold trembling side to side
Dust curls like rising pleasure, engines set to ride
Warmth from every stalk pulls us deeper into night
Fever in the soil rising fast beneath our flight

Feel the ground vibrate, pulling fire through the core
The harvest lifts us higher than we’ve climbed before

Thunder in our veins as the golden rows ignite
Rhythm of the land collides with waves of light
On this dancing field we turn and never tire
Thanksgiving burning bright, the crop becomes desire

Wheat tips flicker under sparks that scatter in the sky
Rows ripple like a heartbeat we refuse to deny
Every grain a signal, every root a guiding line
The surge takes hold and pulls us far beyond the spine

Push the pulse forward, let the rising heat unite
Tonight the fields erupt into pure electric light

Thunder in our veins as the golden rows ignite
Rhythm of the land collides with waves of light
On this dancing field we turn and never tire
Thanksgiving burning bright, the crop becomes desire

Under moon-soaked rows we crown the night with drive
Seeds spin around our steps, pulling every soul alive

Thunder in our veins as the golden rows ignite
Rhythm of the land collides with waves of light
On this dancing field we turn and never tire
Thanksgiving burning bright, the crop becomes desire

Engines fall to hush, but the glow stays under skin
When harvest calls again, we rise and step back in

Harvest Hyperdrive

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.

Curious construction.

More sketches over here: https://whyp.it/users/71079/screamish

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