This raw fabric cannot contain
The visions in my mind

Fiercely alive
As I craft it
Fiercely alive
Yet it resists me
Fiercely alive
Come guide my hands
Before I ruin it all

I measure and fold
Bend over
Shape them
And the forms respond

Fiercely alive
As I craft it
Fiercely alive
it’s unfinished
Fiercely alive
Overflowing
Fiercely alive
I’ll make mistakes
If I don’t focus now
Quickly

Fiercely alive
As I stitch it
Fiercely alive
Pushing limits
Fiercely alive
It might tear apart
Fiercely alive
I cut and I sew
music in my soul

Fiercely alive
taking bold risks
Fiercely alive
challenge conventions
Only patience
Can guide me through
push the edges
Calm my hands

Fashion Forge (Hyper Pop reload)

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.

Fashion Forge (Hyper Pop reload)

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