Through the Velvet Glass
An original soundtrack album inspired by late nights, lingering dreams, and the smoky allure of Lynchian noir.

0:00 Homage in Static and Fog
6:12 The Lonely Lighthouse
11:19 Down the Depths
15:01 Surrender Your Warmth
19:40 Shadow in the Bookhouse
23:25 Dark Doppelganger
27:04 Shadow of the Bookhouse (Reprise)
33:21 Through the Velvet Glass
39:44 Through the Trees (Moonlit)

This is a continuous, 44-minute journey—best heard in one sitting, in dim light, with something strong to drink. From the haunted shores of "The Lonely Lighthouse" to the intimate whispers of "Surrender Your Warmth," these songs blur the line between memory and dream, love and loss, the familiar and the profoundly strange.

Featuring slow-burn instrumentals, ethereal vocals, and melodies that linger like smoke, this album is a tribute to moments half-remembered and feelings too deep for words.

For anyone who’s ever found beauty in the dark.

Dedicated to Dad — for all the nights we listened. Plus of course: David Lynch and Angelo Badalamenti for all the joy you gave and inspired.

✨ A note on the process:
This album was created with the assistance of AI collaborators—including Gemini, DeepSeek, Grok, and Suno—guided by human intention, memory, and aesthetic vision. It stands as a testament to how new tools can help articulate old feelings: love, loss, and the echoes of what we leave behind.

🎬 Style: Lynchian ambient, dream pop, noir jazz, atmospheric soundscapes
🕶️ Mood: Haunting, melancholic, cinematic, intimate

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The Lonely Lighthouse

Ethereal wave, dream pop, haunting ambient jazz, in the vein of Twin Peaks, slow tempo, lush reverb, melancholic saxophone, Whispery, breathy, ethereal female vocals with a distant, dreamlike delivery, Use a more mournful, low-pitched baritone saxophone sound, Add more atmospheric synth pads and vinyl crackle

(Music begins: A slow, meandering tempo. A lone, distant electric piano plays a simple, somber chord progression. The sound is drenched in a soft, hazy reverb. A single, low-pitched saxophone line echoes the piano melody in a mournful, drawn-out way.)

(Verse 1)
The fog rolls in on the sleepy shore,
And I watch the waves from my window door.
The salt on the pane, a silver tear,
For a love that’s lost, so very near.
I light the lamp and I watch it spin,
A quiet fire from deep within.

(Chorus)
Ooh, the lonely lighthouse...
It winks and whispers in the dark.
A little light, a fragile spark,
For all the ships that sail tonight.

(Music: The bass line enters with a slow, wandering pattern, reminiscent of the "twang" in "Falling." A gentle, brushed drum rhythm begins, just barely audible.)

(Verse 2)
The gulls cry out in a ghostly sound,
Over the empty, moonlit ground.
I see your face in the watery glass,
A moment stolen, too fast to pass.
Your shadow lingers by the door,
The ghost of all I've waited for.

(Chorus)
Ooh, the lonely lighthouse...
It winks and whispers in the dark.
A little light, a fragile spark,
For all the ships that sail tonight.

(Instrumental Break: The saxophone takes a solo, long and melodic with a hint of sorrow. The electric piano provides the simple harmony. The sounds swell and drift like smoke, creating a sense of timelessness and longing.)

(Bridge)
The world is sleeping, I'm awake,
For goodness' sake, my heart will break.
The fog consumes the world below,
And to my window, you won't go.

(Chorus)
Ooh, the lonely lighthouse...
It winks and whispers in the dark.
A little light, a fragile spark,
For all the ships that sail tonight.

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Surrender Your Warmth

A slow, hypnotic, menacing blues loop, A heavily distorted and fuzzy bassline provides a repetitive, pulsing foundation, Discordant, wailing electric guitar shrieks cut through the mix randomly, The vibe is claustrophobic, sleazy, and dangerous, No resolution, Heavy amp distortion and a sense of drugged-out dread, In the style of "The Pink Room" from Twin Peaks: Fire Walk With Me

(Verse 1)
A flicker of light… down a hallway of dust.
A smile too wide… in a frame of rust.
The sound of a scream… wrapped in velvet and lace.
I found your secret… in that hollow space.

(Verse 2)
I found your secret… beneath the floor
That familiar smile… I can’t ignore
You breathe in slow-motion… I taste the glow
Now nowhere’s safe… and no one knows

(Chorus)
And it feels so strange… so terribly true.
I’m falling down… deep into you.
A world of whispers… behind the door…
I don’t wanna know… anymore…

(Verse 3)
So surrender your warmth… to me, my love
That tender fire… you’re so proud of
Let the darkness pull you under
Let our silence tear the night apart…

(Chorus)
And it feels so strange… so terribly true.
I’m falling down… deep into you.
A world of whispers… behind the door…
I don’t wanna know… anymore…

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Through the Velvet Glass

Ethereal wave, dream pop, haunting ambient jazz, in the vein of Twin Peaks, slow tempo, lush reverb, melancholic saxophone, Whispery, breathy, ethereal female vocals with a distant, dreamlike delivery, Use a more mournful, low-pitched baritone saxophone sound, Add more atmospheric synth pads and vinyl crackle

The night is a liquid, a deep indblue
Poolin' 'round my shoes.
I wait for a signal, a flicker of you
In the static of the news.

And I dream… through the velvet glass.
Where the moments slow… and the memories pass.
A shape in the fog… on the landing above.
It’s not you… it’s just the ghost of love.

The coffee’s gone cold in its china cup.
The pattern’s all wrong here.
I try to stand up… but I feel myself fall… up.
The ceiling’s a silent mirror.

And I dream… through the velvet glass.
Where the moments slow… and the memories pass.
A shape in the fog… on the landing above.
It’s not you… it’s just the ghost of love.

The telephone wires… hum a dead tune.
It’s always 3 a.m.… in this room.
The curtain it moves… but there’s no wind at all.
I hear my own name… in a silent call.

And I dream… (through the glass)…
Where the moments… (slow)…
A shape in the fog…
It’s not you… it’s not you…
