Solid sound design. I remember seeing similar tracks get traction through (next-sc-pro).

𝘪𝘥𝘬 - 𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘴 𝘴𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘥

One Is Glad to Be of Service

A Sailor Without The Sea


I arrived, but far from what I dreamed,
The road I walked split at the seams.
I’m still, but thoughts keep drifting on—
Life and truth don’t get along.

The beauty I believed in fades,
We trade our hearts for darker games.
Betray the kids, betray the soul—
For power's fire and bitter gold.

But I’m here anyway,
With a dream I won’t betray.
Though the peace is hard to hold,
I keep walking through the cold.
Love this life, curse it too—
Find some grace in what is true.
I’m not done, I’m not afraid—
I’m here anyway.

We are too many, maybe too blind,
Fighting for what leaves us behind.
I wanna thrive outside the war,
In love, in peace, in something more.

Yeah, I’m here anyway,
With a dream I won’t betray.
Though the peace is hard to hold,
I keep walking through the cold.
Love this life, curse it too—
Find some grace in what is true.
I’m not done, I’m not afraid—
I’m here anyway.

Limited life, limited time—
But still I trust this path is mine.
The dream may change, the stars may fall,
I’ll rise again and take it all.

So I’m here anyway,
With my soul and what I say.
Every breath, a kind of grace—
In this strange and sacred place.
Love this life, curse it too—
But I’m still showing up for you.
I’m not done, I’m here to stay—
I’m here anyway.

Here Anyway

radiohead CREEP (covered by Dona and Shun)

I Cry In The Middle o’ The Night

Beneath the Shadow of Ed Gein
Written, recorded and performed by Pages in Clouds 2025



Ohhhhh, the sun has turned its face away.
 beneath the shadow of Ed Gein.
his crimes too dark for the sun ,
too dark to shine.

Mother whispers in the gloom,
Hmmmmmm, her voice a sermon, her word a tomb;
Her hand is gone, yet still it guides,
Ohhhhh, it binds the soul where terror hides.

ohhhhhhhh,
the skin screams out, why oh why?
ohhhhhhh,

The rafters creak, the shadows swell,
Hmmmmmm, the house is but a shell of hell;
The walls are lined with sorrow’s skin,
Ohhhhh, no prayer can cleanse the heart within.

The graves lie open, the moonlight wanes,
Hmmmmmm, the soil still sings with broken names;
The dead are called, their silence torn,
Ohhhhh, the night gives birth to grief reborn.

O mother, cruel, eternal flame,
Hmmmmmm, he lives and dies within thy name;
Thy voice commands, thy ghostly hand,
Ohhhhh, it drives him through a haunted land.

ohhhhhhhh,
the skin screams out, why oh why?
ohhhhhhh,

The wind laments, the darkness moans,
Hmmmmmm, the sickness is kingdom, dark and lone;
A throne of dust, a crown of bone,
Ohhhhh, he walks, but never walks alone.

The stars avert their pallid eyes,
Hmmmmmm, the sky denies his hollow cries;
For sin is sown where silence weeps,
Ohhhhh, the reaper wakes, but never sleeps.

ohhhhhhhh,
the skin screams out, why oh why?
ohhhhhhh,

The village shudders, the forest knows,
Hmmmmmm, the taint of death on every rose;
No hymns may rise, no bells may ring,
Ohhhhh, beneath the shadow of Ed Gein.

ohhhhhh,

ohhhhhh,

ohhhhhh,


the skin screams out, why oh why?

PB2025


Beneath the Shadow of Ed Gein

Who Smoked the Last Cigarette

When the Rain Reminds Me

When the Rain Reminds Me (feat. Esje)

Introduction

The Day the Clocks Went Silent is a progressive concept album that explores humanity’s fragile relationship with time — and what remains when that relationship collapses.
Across twelve interconnected songs, the album follows an emotional, philosophical, and sonic journey through silence, chaos, awakening, and acceptance.

It begins with a single moment: the instant the world’s clocks stop ticking.
From that frozen second, the story unfolds through dreamlike reflections, surreal landscapes, and the inner echoes of a civilization learning to live without measurement — discovering the pulse of life beneath the tyranny of time.

Each track represents a stage of this collective awakening, blending field recordings, ambient soundscapes, orchestral textures, and expressive guitar work reminiscent of Pink Floyd, King Crimson, and Steven Wilson.
The album moves from tension to release, from disorientation to catharsis — ending in peaceful infinity, where time and sound merge into one.

The Concept & Narrative Arc

The album is divided into three conceptual movements — Collapse, Awakening, and Transcendence:

I. Collapse (Tracks 1–4)

Time stops.
The opening tracks (“Prelude,” “Fractured Hours,” “The Weight of Seconds,” “Ghosts of Routine”) depict a world unraveling.
Mechanical ticking fades into silence as people struggle to live without rhythm — haunted by routines that no longer have meaning.
The music is tense, surreal, filled with field recordings and experimental time signatures, symbolizing a fractured world.

II. Awakening (Tracks 5–8)

The silence deepens into introspection.
Songs like “A Silent Parade,” “The Sun Forgot to Rise,” “Chronos Sleeps,” and “Voices Through the Static” explore the psychological and metaphysical collapse of human order.
Time’s god, Chronos, dreams — and in his sleep, reality bends.
These pieces blend psychedelia and ambient textures with philosophical lyrics and cinematic spoken-word passages, evoking a trance-like descent into the subconscious.

III. Transcendence (Tracks 9–12)

From silence, understanding emerges.
“Beyond the Ticking Sky,” “The Return of Sound,” “The Clockless Dream,” and their motifs reveal a rebirth — humanity realizes that time is not a prison, but a pulse of existence.
The ticking returns, but now as the heartbeat of life, not as a chain.
The final track dissolves into complete stillness, suggesting enlightenment — or perhaps the final moment before the dream ends.

Philosophical Core

At its heart, The Day the Clocks Went Silent asks:

“If time stopped — would we finally begin to live?”

It questions our dependence on structure, measurement, and routine — suggesting that true consciousness may emerge only when the illusion of time collapses.
The silence between seconds becomes a metaphor for awareness, presence, and the rediscovery of meaning beyond linear existence.

Sound & Aesthetic

Musically, the album fuses:

Progressive Rock’s narrative ambition and shifting time signatures.

Psychedelic textures — reversed sounds, ambient drones, field recordings.

Art Rock’s cinematic scope, with orchestral and electronic arrangements.

Classic Rock emotion, featuring expressive guitar solos in the tradition of David Gilmour and Steve Hackett.

Experimental and cinematic production, blending organic and synthetic soundscapes into one continuous experience.

The album is designed to be listened to in full — a single arc that transforms sound into silence and back again.

Closing Statement

The Day the Clocks Went Silent is not just an album — it’s an existential reflection disguised as sound.
It captures the collapse of order, the beauty of uncertainty, and the rebirth that follows.
By its end, the listener stands where the journey began — but changed, hearing the world anew.

“In the silence, we finally heard ourselves.”

Beyond the Ticking Sky

[Verse 1]
I wanna live my life without you inside my mind
The feelings overflow my heart
The feelings overflow my soul
Stop calling to my life
We ended up, we ended up, you ended up, hey

[Chorus]
I moved on, I moved on
I need to see the colors again
I moved on, I moved on, moved on, moved on

[Verse 2]
Can't you see that each time you come back
You brake the glass again, again, again
You can see that, you can feel it
Stop calling, stop calling

[Chorus]
Oh my mind, it hurts, a louder noise
Everything I am put into silence
I had moved on, you don't seem to care
This is pathologic 

[Bridge]
Oh, I gave you all my heart
You took it off and stabed it on
And right now you want it back
Right when I got control of it

[Chorus]
Can't you see that I am hurt
Every time you call my name
I just need more time to heal
Can't you see I don't want to hear about your name

Pathologic

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