ALIENS, the Broadway Musical

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 (Aliens, the Broadway musical)

Overture: LV-426 Rising is the opening act of Aliens, the Broadway Musical. 
A cinematic, symphonic experience crafted in pure 1986 style, dark strings, heavy brass, and swelling choirs build relentless suspense. 
Massive stereo imaging and rising orchestral tension set the stage with ominous grandeur. 
No vocals, only voice-like textures used as instruments. 
This is how danger begins.

Overture: LV-426 Rising (Aliens, The Broadway Musical)

"Dropship Descent" recreates the sonic chaos of a 1986 sci-fi warzone. 
Rattling turbines, hydraulic hiss, and bass throbs form an immersive cockpit descent, with tension rising under 3D mechanical pressure.

Dropship Descent soundscape (Aliens, the Broadway musical)

Weyland-Yutani Offices evokes a cold, corporate sci-fi atmosphere with glitchy tones, glassy synths, and drifting mechanical ambience. 
A 1986-inspired cyberpunk mood, precise, artificial, and quietly menacing.

Weyland Yutani Offices (Aliens, the Broadway Musical)

“Facehugger Lab Atmosphere” captures a sterile sci-fi lab under alien threat, glassy tones, bubbling tanks, and eerie rustles build an unsettling sense of containment. 
Cold, alert, and invasive.

Facehugger Lab Atmosphere (Aliens, the Broadway Musical)

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.

Newt song (Aliens, the Broadway musical)

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