CURRENT RECORD // SOR-001
Across the Clouds
Eleven lives. One room. Seven days.
And a record that was never supposed to exist.
A collective chronicle made around The People’s Radio: twelve tracks shaped by seven artist identities, gathered in Levski for one week in October 2955.
- Filed
- October 2955
- Recorded around
- The People’s Radio / Levski
- Tracks
- 12
- Artist identities
- 7
THE RECORD // SOR-001
A gathering, not a compilation
It is not an album in the traditional sense. It is a gathering.
Across Stanton, voices that rarely meet found themselves in the same room: pilots, drifters, mechanics and observers, without a shared plan or any intention of becoming part of the same record.
Across the Clouds was shaped by those encounters—by distance, memory, work, movement and people briefly sharing the same place. Its common thread is not genre, but sincerity: a trace of a journey and a collective breath held in time.
ARCHIVE SEQUENCE // 12 ENTRIES
Tracklist
Filed in the order preserved from the session.
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Leaving PyroLyra Nhadra
Verse I
The firelight flickers through my windowpane,
Another night, another name in vain.
The city hums with broken dreams and scars,
And every sunrise feels too far.
They say in Pyro you learn to stand,
But I’ve been learning how to land.
I packed my bag, one breath, one spark,
I’ll chase the dark beyond the dark.Pre-Chorus
And I hear the engines hum,
In the void where hope comes undone.
But there’s a lane beyond the war,
Where the stars can mean so much more.Chorus
I’m leaving Pyro,
Past the dust and the guns below.
I’ve had enough of the crimson glow,
I’m heading for Nyx where the stars still show.
Leaving Pyro,
Let the flames fade behind my soul.
Maybe peace is just a place I’ll never know —
But I’m leaving Pyro.Verse II
The gangs hold court where the shadows reign,
They say we choose the chains we claim.
I’ve seen the good hearts turn cold as steel,
And I won’t pretend that this is real.
The beacon’s weak, but I can see,
A lonely lane of quantum dreams.
If freedom costs my last regret,
Then I’ll pay the fare and I won’t forget.Pre-Chorus II
And I feel the gravity pull,
In a place where nothing’s real but the hull.
Yet there’s a voice beyond the flame,
Calling out my true name.Chorus
I’m leaving Pyro,
Past the dust and the guns below.
I’ve had enough of the crimson glow,
I’m heading for Nyx where the stars still show.
Leaving Pyro,
Let the flames fade behind my soul.
Maybe peace is just a dream I’ll carry on —
But I’m leaving Pyro.Bridge
Maybe Nyx will never call my name,
Maybe I’ll fade in stories of the same.
But somewhere out there in the blue-void night,
There’s a sky that still feels right.Final Chorus
I’m leaving Pyro,
Yannick
Past the dust and the endless glow.
I’ll find my way through the undertow,
To a sky I used to know.
Leaving Pyro,
I’ll keep my heart where the cool winds blow.
Maybe peace is just a story we’ll tell tomorrow —
But I’m leaving Pyro. -
My Ship, My MessThe Scrapliners
Verse I
My Cutlass coughs before it flies,
A duct tape wing and tired eyes.
The HUD keeps screaming “system fail,”
But I still jump, I never bail.GrimHEX calls me every week,
“You owe us parts, your ship’s still weak.”
But I just smile, flip the switch,
I’m broke but free — ain’t that rich?Chorus
My ship, my mess,
A floating junkyard I confess.
No shields, no plan, but I’m obsessed,
She’s my love, my ship, my mess.Verse II
Got patched again in Lorville rain,
She smells like fuel, she hums my name.
They don’t let me near Orison’s line,
Too much smoke for that skyline shine.One day I’ll buy that 600i,
With leather seats and screens that lie.
But till that dream comes true I guess,
It’s me and Drake — and this hot mess.Final Chorus
My ship, my mess,
Yannick
She groans but never loves me less.
If space had rules, I’d still transgress —
It’s my life, my ship, my mess. -
Hunter’s LineKovah Redd
Verse I
Born under the smokestacks of Lorville,
Breathing iron, learning stillness and steel.
My ship was my ticket, my name was my will,
No law could tell me what was real.
Left the spires for the black between,
Took my first mark out past Kareah’s gleam.
GrimHEX lights and whispered deals,
You learn fast — or you bleed for real.Pre-Chorus
Every job, another face erased,
Every line, another scar misplaced.
I swore I’d keep my soul in line,
But the stars don’t care what’s yours or mine.Chorus
I walk the hunter’s line,
Between the pay and the pain.
Out in Pyro’s flame,
No mercy, no name.
From Ruin’s edge to the void divine,
I walk the hunter’s line.Verse II
At Ruin Station, I found her eyes,
A mark with fear that spoke of lies.
She said, “We’re all prey in the same disguise.”
And I froze — I heard my own reply.
Left her drifting in the dark,
Her voice still haunts my quantum sparks.
Now every target looks the same,
Another ghost that knows my name.Pre-Chorus II
Every job, another face erased,
Every truth becomes misplaced.
And the stars keep calling mine,
Until I cross the final line.Chorus
I walk the hunter’s line,
Between the pay and the pain.
Out in Pyro’s flame,
No mercy, no name.
From Ruin’s edge to the void divine,
I walk the hunter’s line.Outro
Back to Lorville, same rust, same rain,
But I don’t fit inside my name.
The bounty’s paid, but I feel the cost,
You can’t hunt ghosts and not get lost.I walked the hunter’s line,
Yannick
Now I see through my own aim.
No more marks, no more flame —
Just a stranger wearing my name.
From Ruin’s edge to the black behind,
I lost myself on the hunter’s line. -
Duct Tape DreamThe Scrapliners, featuring Madi Roa
Verse I
Woke up in orbit, coffee’s gone,
Fuel gauge blinking, something’s wrong.
The Corsair hums, or maybe groans,
We patched her wings with hopes and bones.
Who wired the nav to the coffee line?
[female laughs in the background]Chorus
We’re flying on duct tape dreams,
Laughing loud through the laser beams.
If she breaks, we’ll make her sing,
Drake built this mess — and gave it wings!Verse II
No shields, no plan, no clue at all,
But we’ll land her soft — or not at all!
Panels buzz, alarms in tune,
Feels like payday, smells like doom.
Nav’s offline, can’t find Pyro Five,
Yet somehow we’re still alive.Chorus
We’re flying on duct tape dreams,
Living loud in the in-betweens.
If we crash, we’ll still be kings,
Drake built this mess — and gave it wings!Spoken Break
Pass me the wrench!
Which one? The melted one?
Just hit it again!
Hit it again!Bridge
A toast to bolts and broken glass,
To every jump we didn’t pass!
If the Verse don’t love us back,
We’ll just repaint the hull in black!Final Chorus
We’re flying on duct tape dreams,
Through fire, void, and static screams.
If she burns, we’ll still be free —
Drake built this mess — and gave it wings!Drake made her hell, but home for me.
Yannick
Drake built this mess — and gave it wings!
Drake made her hell, but home for me. -
Burning ThrustSubLight Shift & Kovah Redd
Verse I
Engines scream, my pulse replies,
Chasing trails across the skies.
No control, no time to pray,
Just boost and breathe another day.
Gravity fades, I feel the spark,
Running blind into the dark.Chorus
Burning thrust, we’re still alive,
Every beat keeps hope in drive.
From ruin’s edge to solar flame,
We burn, we break, we rise again.Verse II
Hull’s on red, my screen’s a storm,
Drake said chaos was the norm.
Throttle stuck, but I don’t care,
Speed’s the only truth out there.
Fuel line leaking, core’s insane,
But we fly beyond the pain.Chorus
Burning thrust, we’re still alive,
Every beat keeps hope in drive.
From ruin’s edge to solar flame,
We burn, we break, we rise again.System Break
“Warning: overheat detected.”
“Warning: fuel critical.”
…boost anyway.Final Chorus
Burning thrust, the stars collide,
Drake made chaos, we made pride.
If we fall, we’ll fall in style,
Burning bright across the wild!Outro
“Engines offline… pilot heartbeat detected.”
Yannick -
Frontier BluesDarren Anders
Verse I
Coffee cold, the dawn’s still red,
Same sky, same debts, same thread.
Took a haul from Shubin’s mine,
Just me, the hum, and borrowed time.They say the ‘Verse keeps turning fine,
But out here, it don’t keep time.Chorus
I’ve got those frontier blues,
Dust on my boots and nothing to lose.
Stars don’t sing, they just refuse,
To shine for me — frontier blues.Verse II
Heard a song on comms last night,
Some drifter crying in the white.
Maybe I’ll meet him down the line,
Two ghosts that never intertwine.They say the UEE’s got plans,
But none were made for these hands.Chorus
I’ve got those frontier blues,
Living on scraps, chasing truth.
The sky don’t care, it just re-use,
The dreams we burn — frontier blues.Spoken Bridge
“Somewhere out there, a prospector sleeps.
Somewhere, a bounty dies.
And me — I just keep flying
until my ship forgets why.”Final Chorus
I’ve got those frontier blues,
Yannick
Stars above, the void below too.
If freedom hurts, it’s nothing new —
Just me and my tune, frontier blues. -
Still My MessThe Scrapliners
Verse I
Fixed the leak with coffee grounds,
Jumped to Pyro, lost my sound.
HUD went dark but hey, she flies,
Who needs screens when you’ve got the skies?
Tried to land on Ruin’s pad,
Half the ship said “nope, too bad.”
The tower yelled, I hit reply,
Then the radio fried — surprise!Chorus
She’s still my mess,
But I swear she’s doing her best.
One thruster left, one panel less,
It’s love, it’s pain — it’s still my mess.Verse II
Ran from GrimHEX debt again,
Said I’d pay, but when’s “when” again?
Met a trader out at MIC L5,
Sold him dreams — at least I tried.
Now I’m grounded, broke, but proud,
With a ship that hums way too loud.
I toast to stars and curse the rest,
Drake made a ship, I made a test.Chorus
She’s still my mess,
But she never lets me rest.
Each flight’s a gamble, each take-off’s stress,
But hell, that’s love — and still my mess.Spoken Break
“Note to self:
If the quantum drive explodes again,
I’m naming the crater after me.”Final Chorus
She’s still my mess,
Cracked hull and fearless finesse.
From Hurston rain to Pyro’s stress,
Till I crash, she’s still — my mess.Outro
“Control, this is… uh… what’s left of me….”
Yannick -
Same SkyLyra Nhadra with Jax & Rigg Rourke
Verse I
Coffee’s hot, engines hum in tune,
Another day between the moons.
Cargo stacked, the stars align,
A little luck, we’ll make it fine.
Check the charts, we’re good to fly,
Another run beneath this sky.Chorus
We haul stars under the same sky,
Different lives but the same goodbye.
Every route, every name we try,
Still the same sky.Verse II
Saw a ship held together by dreams,
Still flying where the system screams.
Crew of fools, but free and wild,
They waved like kids, the stars all smiled.She looked like silence shaped in chrome,
Eyes like Pyro, but colder than home.
One glance told a thousand tries,
Somewhere behind her, something dies.Chorus
We haul stars under the same sky,
Different hearts but the same why.
Every drift, every lullaby,
Still the same sky.Spoken Bridge
An old man in Orison said, “Keep your ship light.
Heavy hearts don’t survive the night.”Final Chorus
We haul stars under the same sky,
Yannick
Every drift, every lullaby.
Names may fade but we still try,
Different ships, same sky. -
My Mess in FlameThe Scrapliners
Verse I
Left MIC L5 with one last prayer,
Half the hull, but I don’t care.
Pyro’s sun is all I see,
Guess she’s taking me — finally.
The alarms sing a lullaby,
Panels burst like fireflies.
I hit the switch, she starts to scream,
Drake’s idea of a dream.Verse II
Ruin’s calling, bright and red,
My ship’s a poem, half-dead, half-fed.
I should’ve quit, I should’ve stayed,
But I’m built of rust and bad clichés.Chorus
Now my mess is in flames,
And I’ve only got myself to blame.
No shields, no shame, no game,
Just the stars whispering my name.Verse III
Lost my gear, my bed, my floor,
Quantum drive’s now décor.
Still I smile, ‘cause through the pain,
She flies once more — through the rain.
If I burn, I burn in style,
Cutlass black with Drake denial.
Every spark’s a memory,
Every smoke trail sings for me.Chorus
Now my mess is in flames,
And I’ve only got myself to blame.
No shields, no shame, no game,
Just the stars whispering my name.Spoken Bridge
“Hey control, this is… whatever’s left.
If anyone finds my transponder,
Tell ‘em —
I went down smiling.”Final Chorus
My mess in flames,
Drifting through her final frame.
Broken wings but hearts the same,
I’ll ride the light — through flame and fame.Outro
“Drake said she’d never die…
Yannick
Guess they were half right.” -
The Line BelowSubLight Shift, with vocal textures by Madi Roa · Remix and final structure by Nok Varen
Verse I
Winds beneath my wings of steel,
Ground below, stars to feel.
Every turn a heartbeat line,
Still alive, still aligned.Verse II
Down where silence meets the sand,
Drift and trust what you can’t plan.
Lightwave calling through the void,
We don’t fall — we just enjoy.Outro
“Stay low. Stay free.”
Yannick - No Safe JumpNok Varen
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Across the CloudsSession listening day, curated by Nok Varen
Verse I
Woke up on the clouds of Crusader sky,
Selling dreams where the angels fly.
Coffee’s cold, but the view’s just right,
Got a ship full of joy, and a day to ignite!
Cargo’s packed and the lights all green,
Engines hum like a waking dream.
Pull the throttle, feel it loud,
We’re born to chase what moves the crowd!Chorus
We’re flyin’ across the clouds,
From port to port, we shout it loud!
From Orison’s breeze to Loreville’s ground,
This Verse keeps spinnin’ round and round!
Workin’, dreamin’, haulin’, proud,
We’re flyin’, yeah, across the clouds!Verse II
Down in the dust where the workers hum,
Steel hearts beat to the factory drum.
Miners laugh in the neon rain,
Singin’ “ARGO rolls, we rise again!”
Freight lifts groan under rust and pain,
But every haul buys one more chain.
We build the ships, we ride the sound,
Loreville shakes but we stand our ground!Chorus
We’re flyin’ across the clouds,
From gold to cold, we shout it loud!
From Loreville’s smoke to Babbage’s freeze,
We chase our paychecks through the breeze!
Buildin’, fixin’, haulin’, proud,
We’re flyin’, yeah, across the clouds!Verse III
Neon signs and the trader’s glow,
RSI haulers lined in a row.
Mirai Furies on a midnight run,
Laughin’ hard, just havin’ fun.
Area18, it feels alive,
Every song keeps us survive.
We’re just sparks in the afterglow,
But the Verse still tells us “Go!”Verse IV
Frost on the hull and a drink in hand,
Wally’s Bar plays our favorite band.
Talkin’ ‘bout dreams we’ll never keep,
But the stars don’t care — they’re ours to leap!
Heading to Bloom with the engines red,
Pyro skies burn above our head.
Laughin’ through the radio crowd,
Still singin’ strong and playin’ loud!Final Chorus
We’re flyin’ across the clouds,
From ice to flame, we shout it loud!
From Bloom’s red rocks to Orison’s light,
We’re workin’ hard, and feelin’ right!
Dreamin’, livin’, singin’ proud,
Still flyin’, yeah, across the clouds!Outro
From dust to dawn, from port to port,
Yannick
we chase the light, of every sort.
If you hear us through the static air —
we’ll meet again, out there, somewhere.
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LYRICS // ARCHIVE TRANSCRIPT
LYRICS BY //
Lyrics preserved with the track file // SubOrbital Records archive
ARCHIVE MATERIAL // BOOKLET
Twenty-four pages from the record
The booklet preserves the visual side of Across the Clouds: the people, places and fragments surrounding the week at The People’s Radio, assembled as a physical record of something that only briefly existed.
ACROSS THE CLOUDS // SOR-001 // BOOKLET
ARTIST FILES // 7 IDENTITIES
The Voices
SESSION FILE // THE PEOPLE’S RADIO
One room. Seven days.
Eleven people, working through seven artist identities, gathered around The People’s Radio in Levski. During that week, the first eleven tracks emerged—not from a commercial plan, but from the time, trust and proximity the room allowed.
One week later, everyone returned for a final listening day. A spontaneous collective improvisation began in the room and became the twelfth track, “Across the Clouds.”
That last performance gave the record its name. It also crystallized what the project had become: not a set of separate contributions, but the sound of people finding a shared identity for a moment.
Open the session archivePRESS MATERIAL // SOR-001
Press archive
The release file does not end with the record.
The original eight-page press kit for Across the Clouds is preserved in the SubOrbital press room, alongside the release context, contributor notes and media material prepared around SOR-001.
PRODUCTION NOTE // TRANSPARENT RECORD
Behind the fiction
SubOrbital Records, its artists, characters and stories are fictional and inspired by the Star Citizen universe. Music creation uses AI-assisted and generative music tools.
Writing, artistic direction, thematic choices, selection, arrangement, editing, mixing and mastering are human-led. The photography and community participation are real.
SubOrbital Records is an independent project and is not affiliated with Cloud Imperium Games.