Outside The Circle
Immersive 3D soundscape with swirling binaural design, spoken-word male vocals upfront. Sparse, pulsing low-end and distant, alien textures orbit the head; timing drifts and snaps back in unpredictable pockets. Subtle delays chase individual words around the stereo field, with occasional rising swells that feel like the room bending. Build from intimate whisper to cosmic proclamation, then dissolve into reverb tails and fading echoes., poetry
Outside The Circle
Immersive 3D soundscape with swirling binaural design, spoken-word male vocals upfront. Sparse, pulsing low-end and distant, alien textures orbit the head; timing drifts and snaps back in unpredictable pockets. Subtle delays chase individual words around the stereo field, with occasional rising swells that feel like the room bending. Build from intimate whisper to cosmic proclamation, then dissolve into reverb tails and fading echoes., poetry
Lyrics
Intro
[whispered
Close to ear]
You feel that?
Little hairs
Standing at the edge
Of a sound you can’t see
Verse 1
Breath on your left side
Footsteps on your right
Something tapping soft
On the back of your mind
A murmur in the ceiling
A river under the floor
A door that opens
Inside your forehead
Time hiccups
A syllable lingers too long
Then snaps
Ahead of the clock
I am standing
Everywhere at once
At the tip of your tongue
And just out of reach
Chorus
You are inside the unheard
Floating in a moving room
Walls bend
Angles melt
Up feels sideways
Down feels soon
This is sound
Learning new shapes
You are not listening
You are wearing it
Turn your head
Nothing’s there
Turn your mind
Everything is
Verse 2
Voices pass behind you
Speaking languages
Made of breath and dust
Of vowels that never met before
A click in the hollow
Just behind your eyes
A slow
Low shimmer
Curling around your spine
Silence appears
Like a doorway
You walk through it
And it hums
Beats come late
Then early
Then not at all
Yet your pulse keeps dancing
Chorus
You are inside the unheard
Floating in a moving room
Walls bend
Angles melt
Up feels sideways
Down feels soon
This is sound
Learning new shapes
You are not listening
You are wearing it
Turn your head
Nothing’s there
Turn your mind
Everything is
Bridge
Listen:
The air is folding
The distance is breathing
The dark has detail
You are a drum of water
Every wave that touches you
Writes its name
On your skin
Chorus
You are inside the unheard
Floating in a moving room
Walls bend
Angles melt
Up feels sideways
Down feels soon
This is sound
Learning new shapes
You are not listening
You are wearing it
Turn your head
Nothing’s there
Turn your mind
Everything is