Moons Glam

They looked past my size
They missed what’s inside
“Cold shell, nothing happening”
That was wrong, that was wrong
Pressure works under my surface
Heat keeps building without warning
Ice gives way in lines
Everything stays in motion

Think I’m too small now?
I keep moving
I keep moving
I was never quiet
I keep moving
I keep moving

I vent water from the south
Matter leaves me continuously
Frozen grains stay in orbit
Close enough, close enough
Saturn takes what I supply
I don’t burn, I produce
They call me Enceladus
Watch me work

Think I’m too small now?
I keep moving
I keep moving
I was never quiet
I keep moving
I keep moving

I turn hidden heat into motion you can measure.
From a silent shell, I change the system around me.

Think I’m too small now?
I keep moving
I keep moving
I was never quiet
I keep moving
I keep moving

Enceladus was never quiet

I share the center outside her body
I circle nothing owned by one
I trace canyons across my shell
I lock old water under ice
She shares the center outside my body
She circles nothing owned by one
She marks fractures across my face
She seals the colder layers below

I keep the balance steady
I keep the balance steady
I move as part of two
She keeps the balance steady
She keeps the balance steady
She moves as part of two
Still aligned
Still aligned

I show the scars of global breaks
I hold the surface history
I cooled after internal change
I stayed while oceans froze
She shows the scars of global breaks
She holds the deeper memory
She cooled after internal change
She stayed while oceans froze

I keep the balance steady
I keep the balance steady
I move as part of two
She keeps the balance steady
She keeps the balance steady
She moves as part of two
Still aligned
Still aligned

Charon in motion
Shared center in rotation
Two bodies, one position
Charon, fixed relation
Frozen depth in compression
Old ocean in suspension
Charon, dual formation
Locked system, one configuration
Charon

Hold the line
I keep the balance
Hold the line
I keep the balance
Hold the line
I keep the balance
Hold the line
I keep the balance

Hold the line
She keeps the balance
Hold the line
She keeps the balance
Hold the line
She keeps the balance
Hold the line
She keeps the balance

Charon in motion

Locked above red ground
Dark mass losing structure
Edges wear thin
I stay near
Grooves grow deeper
Surface keeps weakening
The outline fades
I stay near

Measures drop off, the values drop off
Measures drop off, the values drop off
Measures drop off, too late
Measures drop off, the values drop off
Measures drop off, the values drop off
Measures drop off, too late
Oh, ah
Oh, ah

Closer, closer each turn
Count, count what remains
Phobos breaks down
Phobos breaks down
Phobos breaks down
Over time

Phobos in frame
Surface reduced
Shape unstable
Limits closing
Phobos in frame
Surface reduced
Shape unstable
Limits closing

I circle too near now
Structure no longer stable
One side marked
Still intact
I lose mass slowly
Measured year by year
The end stays slow
Still intact
Oh, ah
Oh, ah

Closer, closer every turn
Count, count what remains
Phobos breaks down
Phobos breaks down
Phobos breaks down
Over time
Closer, closer every turn
Count, count what remains
Phobos breaks down
Phobos breaks down
Phobos breaks down
Over time

Phobos breaks down

This will never settle, I’m in fragments
Fragments, layered fragments, layered fragments
This will never settle, I’m in fragments
Fragments, layered fragments, layered fragments

If I had one face, I could love you
If I had one past, I would stay
Across the cliffs that tear my surface
I hold what different ages say

Miranda
Miranda
Miranda
If I had one face, I would stay

Broken ground in towering walls
Do these pieces ever meet below?
(Fragments, layered fragments, layered fragments)
Joined from times that never matched
Pressed together, forced to hold
(Fragments, layered fragments, layered fragments)

Miranda
Miranda
Miranda
If I had one face, I would stay
Miranda
Miranda
Miranda
If I had one face, I would stay

Miranda in fragments

Born far from here
My path runs against the system
Cold irregular
I circle where no origin fits

Captured in a lane that isn’t native
I move where I was not formed

My face, dark like ancient matter
Dark like ancient matter
Carrying fragments
I don’t belong

Phoebe spreads the dust
Spreads it through the dark, spreads it through the cold
Phoebe spreads the dust
Spreads it through the dark, spreads it as it goes
Phoebe spreads the dust
(Phoebe spreads the dust)
Spreads it through the dark, spreads it through the cold
(Phoebe spreads the dust)
Phoebe spreads the dust
(Phoebe spreads the dust)
Spreads it through the dark, spreads it as it goes
(Phoebe spreads the dust)

Phoebe spreads the dust

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.

Miranda in fragments

Terminalose