Psychedelic Parallax

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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

Cosmic awareness awakens within

Chromed fractals carving open the sky
Fluid sigils crossing the inner eye
Goa sands trembling beneath the sound
Universal rhythm wrapping us around

We are one
All forms return to the whole

Crystal reflections in metallic air
Sacred geometry everywhere
Ecstatic tones above the trees
Riding waves of stellar heat

Beyond the sun
Beyond all sight
Returning to source

One soul
One mind

Returning to source

Walking through the red clay under a violet moon
The vision hits the spirit like a desert in bloom
Atlanta streets breathing in a poetic rhyme
We’re standing in the gap between space and time
Viril’s vision, the structure and the street
Where the high-end silk and the concrete meet
I see the hawk and the dove in the same sky
Finding the center as the world goes by

It’s the duality, the shadow and the sun
Knowing where we started and where we become
Cosmic reflection in a grounded frame
Searching for the balance, calling out the name
Inner peace, astral flight
Holding the dark to find the light

Layered thoughts spinning like a galaxy wheel
Articulate soul trying to touch the real
One foot in the dirt, one hand on the stars
Healing the spirit while we’re counting the scars
Reflective glass on a cosmic sea
The man I was and the ghost of me
Expansive horizons in a nineties haze
Navigating through the intricate maze

Two sides of the coin spinning in the air
The weight of the crown and the breath of the prayer
The architect builds, the poet destroys
Finding the silence inside of the noise
Balance
Balance
Balance

As above, so below
In the vision, we grow
The duality is one
The work is never done

The architect builds, the poet destroys

The outline of my body softens at the edge
Light presses in without a name
Your voice spreads through the room like weight
Not loud, just everywhere at once
I forget the shape I learned to keep
Silver moments folding into each other

I fade inside you
Nothing left between

Everything solid starts to thin
Memory loosens its grip
I stay inside the feeling too long
Until the feeling becomes the place

I fade inside you
Nothing left between

The room recedes without leaving
Time bends but does not break
I let go of the former self
Words lose their balance
I stop asking where I am
I stop needing the answer

I fade inside you
Nothing left between
I fade inside you
Nothing left between
I fade inside you
Nothing left between
I fade inside you
Nothing left between

I’m gone
Still here
I’m gone
Still here
Only the sound remains

I fade inside you

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.

Psychedelic Parallax

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