Na na na na
Na na na na

It feels familiar, not exact
Heard through worn-out sound
It keeps a trace I can’t attach

I forget, you forget
We repeat without knowing when
Turn the moment over
Nothing aligns

Back in the sound (it stays)
Inside the sound it stays, inside the sound it stays
Back in the sound (it stays)
Inside the sound it stays, inside the sound it stays
Back in the sound (it stays)
Inside the sound it stays, inside the sound it stays
Back in the sound (it stays)
Inside the sound it stays, inside the sound it stays

Fading out, fade fade fading out
Fading out, fade fade fading out
Fading out, fade fade fading out
Fading out, fade fade fading out
Fading out, fade fade fading out
Fading out, fade fade fading out

You hum
(back in the sound it stays)
Something unfinished
(back in the sound it stays)
And I pause
(back in the sound it stays)
Waiting for before
(back in the sound it stays)
And I remain
(back in the sound it stays)
Out of sequence
(back in the sound it stays)

“Is that you?… okay.”

That voice sounds older now
Phrases fall and say
“Still here.”

Hold on, I’m calling, calling into the past
And it answers too late
Hold on

Hold on, I’m calling, calling into the past
And it answers too late
Hold on

Pick up the sound
I don’t know when
I don’t know when now
Pick up the sound
I don’t know when now

Back in the sound (it stays)
Inside the sound it stays, inside the sound it stays
Back in the sound (it stays)
Inside the sound it stays, inside the sound it stays
Back in the sound (it stays)
Inside the sound it stays, inside the sound it stays
Back in the sound (it stays)
Inside the sound it stays, inside the sound it stays

Slow voices, come back in
Lower tone, come back in

Gentle loss keeps repeating
Everything feels displaced
Gentle loss keeps repeating
Everything feels displaced

Hold on, I’m calling, calling into the past
And it answers too late
Hold on, I’m calling, calling into the past
And it answers too late
Hold on, I’m calling, calling into the past
And it answers too late
Hold on, I’m calling, calling into the past
And it answers too late
Hold on, I’m calling, calling into the past
And it answers too late
Hold on, I’m calling, calling into the past
And it answers too late

Back in the sound

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.

Back in the sound

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