Glas Atlas
male vocals, Cinematischer, melancholischer Electro-Soul, 86 BPM, tiefer Bass, gefilterte Cello-Samples, warme Synth-Flächen, glitchy Texturen, Atem- und Flüstersamples, minimale Percussion
Glas Atlas
male vocals, Cinematischer, melancholischer Electro-Soul, 86 BPM, tiefer Bass, gefilterte Cello-Samples, warme Synth-Flächen, glitchy Texturen, Atem- und Flüstersamples, minimale Percussion
Lyrics
Titel: Glas Atlas
Genre: Cinematic Electro-Soul / Experimental Lo-Fi Electronica
BPM: 86
Mood: melancholisch, introspektiv, glitchy, atmosphärisch, hypnotisch
Key: A minor
Drums: minimale Percussion, subtiler Subkick, zerhackte Lo-Fi-Hi-Hats, glitchy Fills, teilweise beatless Passagen
Cello: gefilterte, geloopte Texturen mit Reverse- und Delay-Effekten / melancholische Fragment-Motive
Synths: warme Pads, granulare Texturen, leicht verstimmte Flächen, Tape-Warp-Effekte
Samples: Atem, Flüstern, Loop-Vocal-Fragmente mit Reverb / Glitch- und Noise-Einsprengsel
Bass: tiefer, analoger Subbass, sidechained auf minimale Kick-Impulse
Vocals: Male / weich, fragmentarisch, flüsternd bis sprechend / Delay, Reverb, starker Raumanteil / teilweise gepitcht oder gedoppelt
Breaks: zwischen Bridge und finalem Refrain kein Beat, nur Texturen und Stimme
Länge: ca. 3:50 min
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Intro – spoken, quietly intense, atmospheric
There was a storm inside me…
like the one on Jupiter.
Old. Red. Still turning.
Verse 1 – soft, breathy phrasing
I traced your name
through condensation on train glass,
watched it drip
like memory does —
down, not out.
The streets we walked are gone.
Glass replaces stone.
And every step I take
reflects what never was.
Refrain – steady, layered, hypnotic phrasing
My atlas was made of glass.
One look, it cracked in half.
You were a storm in orbit,
and I—
I was the dust beneath.
No path,
just gravity.
No end,
just symmetry.
Verse 2 – airy delivery, smooth tone
They say the storm on Jupiter never dies.
It rages without moving.
Red as rust.
Ancient as the first goodbye.
That’s how you feel in me—
spinning, but never gone.
Majestic,
violent,
wrong.
Bridge – spoken softly, slightly detached
Maps lie.
Stars fade.
But pain…
remembers shapes.
And I keep walking…
on the cracks I made.
Refrain – wider, more presence, slow echo build
This atlas is made of glass.
And you're still drawn on every path.
The storm spins where I can’t reach—
a red eye in a violet sky.
No escape,
no orbit.
Just the echo
of what I missed.
Outro – fragile, fading, half-whispered
You were the storm...
You were the storm...
Still turning…