Sort Of
At 120 bpm, this track layers plucked guitar, staccato electronic piano, and weeping strings over icy synths and polyrhythmic, pulsing beats. Disassociated flat vocals deliver conversational lines amid eerie glitches, hazy atmospherics, primal nature sounds, and snare-driven tension. Experimental synths, ghostly harmonies, chimes, and abrupt silences heighten the unsettling, liminal feel, weaving in lifeless textures and narrative momentum.
Sort Of
At 120 bpm, this track layers plucked guitar, staccato electronic piano, and weeping strings over icy synths and polyrhythmic, pulsing beats. Disassociated flat vocals deliver conversational lines amid eerie glitches, hazy atmospherics, primal nature sounds, and snare-driven tension. Experimental synths, ghostly harmonies, chimes, and abrupt silences heighten the unsettling, liminal feel, weaving in lifeless textures and narrative momentum.
Lyrics
Verse 1
It’s like I’m watching the world go by...
With half-closed eyes
A carousel of moments spins
But none of them are mine
Someone else’s fingers shake
Someone’s else's voice will break
She makes the choices, right or wrong
While I just float along
Chorus
I am not here, but not quite there
Just driftin’ somewhere made out of air
Just fog with a face
Just a ghost in my skin
Just a body in a room
Where the world never begins
Verse 2
I’m staring through this windowpane
As it catches dust like fleeting rain
The shadows move, they know their mark
But I’m still stranded in the dark
Someone talks, what did they say?
Might’ve been me yesterday
The air shifts warm, then slips to chill
I feel it… kinda… when I will
Chorus
I am not here, but not quite there
Just driftin’ somewhere made out of air
Just fog with a face
Just a ghost in my skin
Just a body in a room
Where the world never begins
Bridge
The world metamorphoses
…Sort of.
The stars run their courses
…Sort of.
I hear someone wailing
Who’s the one breaking?
Ouch.
That’s rough.
Poor thing.