Track By Tracks: Beriedir - Liminal Spaces (2025)

1. Halo:

A dusty study in a villa, filled to the brim with torn pages from tomes and codices. A restless man, uncaring of the passage of time, ventures deep into the nature of things and thoughts, to try and catch a glimpse of the true architecture of reality.

Through science and mysticism, otherworldly knowledge and visions, the opening track will make you plummet in the frenzy of the sensation of being ever so close, but not quite there.

2. Neon:

 

Through corridors with no end, lulled by the hum of thousands of old, pale lights.

Perception falters, noises become voices, and shadows turn into shapes.

What is a prophet, but a lost man with only his dreams and fears as a map too far, far away from here?

3. In The Corner Of My Eyes:

Memories are made to stay, sometimes they fade.

On some specific occasion, they can be gone in the blink of an eye, driven away by things meant to protect us from trauma.

And then, when they happen to resurface as fragments, they hit us in the core.

What was that memory, that face?

Was there something that I loved, sealed in moments I forgot?

4. As Tight As Phantoms Hold:

An isolated box, a guardhouse at the entrance of a parking lot. Cars come and go, strangers pass by, and some of them wave.

Nameless, every day, no one meant to stay.

That's what some of us feel like. A keeper of nothing, only meeting ghosts. The only connection afforded was that of a stab in the back.

5. F.I.V.E.:

We all feel like this.

The burdens we carry, bring us closer to the nameless figures we pass by in the streets every day. The soul-crushing feeling that our lives become solely focused on burying these weights one by one, instead of letting them fly above us like vultures.

To be free from the poison that runs in our spirits.

6. More Than Starlight:

Two souls, meeting where things usually end.

Broken hands holding each other, just for the sliver of hope that maybe, just maybe, this time is worth it.

Feeling things as matter and energy intertwine, to burn in our mind memories that glow brighter than flames, and more than starlight.

7. Burnout:

Filling up all the time we have, keeping the furnace burning as everything gets consumed. Writing pages upon pages, until something breaks.

Silence falls in an instant, all goes quiet like the noises in the forest while a predator is present.

But the only threat to us, in the solitude of late nights without sleep, is our own self.

The cycle never stops: the filament of our mind becomes incandescent, works without stopping, and then burns out.

Then it starts again.

8. Anemoia:

Empty roads open before you, something familiar is everywhere you lay your eyes on, but nothing seems to belong to your memories. You feel like you’ve walked this same path, been in this place, and seen those road signs, changing the writings upon them every time you look at them, like in a dream.

Yet you yearn for these spaces you find yourself in, you don’t know why, but somehow your grief ended up right there.

And you long, you long for that warmth, under those pale, unfamiliar lights.

9. Massive:

As winter was sliding towards its last days, a comet was burning in the sky. The belltowers were ringing the nightly hours, as frost had finally taken hold of the old walls. What a night to come to this world, with the haunting sound of distant bells and a frozen flame lighting the mist of March.

Nothing could prepare a stone to see water dripping from its cracks, as no one prepared you to see crimson rivers flowing from your skin.

And yet… you’re still here, standing high, massive, above your scars.

10. In The Liminal Space:

The walls seem to start looking the same, as steps echo in an increasingly unnatural way.

Reflections in the windows of closed-up places no longer follow any logic, serving as impossible mirrors in an unnerving, yet familiar space.

The colorful carpet of an arcade hall draws a maze-like path in front of you, but you've felt it before, there's nothing new in this feeling of being lost.

You recognize these walls not because of a previous visit, you know this place because it *is* you.