New album

Singular Dust

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Born and raised in the Alps, Avery Lake crafts art that bridges identities, cultures, and technologies. Now residing in the Pacific Northwest, Avery’s creations draw from their philosophical work and the timeless stories of the mountains, while exploring the evolving fabric of existence.

Through their artistry, Avery delves into profound questions about what it means to be human in the face of rapid technological progression. Their music weaves poetic narratives and cinematic soundscapes, blending the organic with the artificial, the ancient with the modern.

With Singular Dust, their debut album, Avery Lake traces the universal rhythm connecting creation, love, disruption, and humanity’s defining singularities. The album explores the tension between the natural world and the digital frontier, inviting listeners to reflect on the fragile beauty of existence. Crafted with a spirit of experimentation, the album embraces innovative creative tools that mirror its themes of singularities.

Full artist statement available here.

Whispers of the winds

Whispers of the Wind is a poetic folk narrative that explores life’s unseen currents.

They move like shadows through the tide
The whispers of the wind, a voice untied
A breath that lingers on your skin
A hymn of origins, where life begins
They weave between the cracked stone walls
A fleeting step where silence calls
No face, no name, yet always near
They hold our laughter, cradle fear
Oh, the whispers walk among the light
In empty streets and sleepless nights
Their hands unseen, their song a trace
A fleeting ghost, a timeless face
From birth to dust, they chart our flame
Through endless skies through endless names
They rise in waves where oceans mourn
Where salt and sky and souls are born
A quiet prayer through cedar trees
A fleeting truth that bends the seas
Their voices hollow, yet they know
The secrets buried far below
They lift the veil, they break the shore
The whispers guide, they promise more
Oh, the whispers walk among the light
In empty streets and sleepless nights
Their hands unseen, their song a trace
A fleeting ghost, a timeless face
From birth to dust, they chart our flame
Through endless skies through endless names
In the still of dusk, a figure stands
A shadow drawn from unseen hands
A cloak of air, a crown of breath
The whispers weave the threads of death
Through chapel ruins through hollow halls
They are the echo when the sparrow falls
Their presence speaks in tongues of grace
A quiet shape no eye can trace
And when the last breath leaves the lung
The whispers sing where hymns are sung
A hand unseen will brush your cheek
And lead you where the stars will speak
No steps remain, no voice can stay
The whispers lift us, fade away
Yet in the winds, in every turn
The ashes breathe, the embers burn
Oh, the whispers walk among the light
In empty streets and sleepless nights
Their hands unseen, their song a trace
A fleeting ghost, a timeless face
From birth to dust, they chart our flame
Through endless skies through endless names
So let them call, the whispers near
A soundless cry, both faint and clear
For when we go, they take us in
The whispers cradle where we begin

Pulse

Pulse is a meditation on the rhythm that gives life its form.

I am the story beneath your skin
The first murmur where life begins
I broke the void, a fragile line
Gave Adam his lines, his blood, his time
Through clay, I sang the first song
I move through roots, through hearts, through flame
In rivers carved, I breathe the same
A song eternal, never tamed
I hum in steel, where flesh once grew
Through veins of glass, I sing anew
Synthetic songs, yet still I flow
I am the thread no hand can break
In mirrored hearts, I still awake
Through shattered codes, I find my way
I move through roots, through hearts, through flame
In rivers carved, I breathe the same
A song eternal, never tamed
I am the drum, both faint and still
Through dust and wires, I bend the will
The logos speaks; the pulse remains
I am the drum, both faint and still
Through dust and wires, I bend the will
The logos speaks; the pulse remains.

Pulse, the lyrics. I hope you enjoy it 🙏. Full song available on the website and all platforms. Link in bio.

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Last post before taking some time off for the holidays. 🌌✨

🎧 My debut album, Singular Dust, published under my artist name Avery Lake, invites you into seven chronological and interconnected musical tableaux. These pieces explore the connections b

The Day Has Come – Singular Dust is Out Now! 🎧
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I’m thrilled to share my debut album, Singular Dust, released under my artist name, Avery L

Digital Dust

Digital Dust is an exploration of humanity’s fragile essence in the face of technology.

Born of earth, a fragile spark
Shaped by hands in shadowed dark
A creature of clay, I stand and break
Each crack a mirror, each step a quake
My body bends beneath the strain
Of ancient dust that knows no name
Digital dust, scattered wide
Fragments lost where ghosts reside
A creature of steel, I long for breath
A hollow song, a whispered death

I reach for hearts that never beat
A soul of wires, incomplete
Simulated life, a fleeting dream
A fractured code, a silent scream
I trace the edge where shadows blend
Seeking what begins when flesh must end
Digital dust, scattered wide
Fragments lost where ghosts reside
A creature of steel, I long for breath
A hollow song, a whispered death
Under the sun, Icarus falls
A molten sky, a siren calls
This shell, it cracks, this weight dissolves
A broken arc where fate revolves
A trace of dust, a fleeting glow
A fragile truth we'll never know
And in the void, I see the clay
Its maker's hands, its fleeting stay
A ghost in steel, a shadow's dance
Chasing the fire, the second chance
I whisper softly to the stars
Do we remain what we are
Digital dust, dissolving still
Under the weight of the maker's will
A creature of steel, I fade to rest
Hoping for the Potter's breath

Artificial Dances

Artificial Dances delves into the tension between humanity and technology. An exploration of connection, it contrasts human grace with the artificial.

I step alone
The world trips in artificial dances
Its rhythm pulling shadows close
We spin, we turn
A binary dance
A downward pull, where life erodes
A mechanical waltz
Its song a chain
Tearing me down, pulling me below
We spin, we turn
A binary dance
A downward pull, where life erodes
But what is love if not the breath
An upward wind through fleeting death
Artificial dances float and fade
I rise to hands of clay and breath
Where warmth defies the chill of death
An upward dance, where souls take flight
We spin, we rise
A dance reborn
Of heart and clay, through chaos worn
The downward dance grows faint and still
While human grace bends the codes
We move where heart and breath soar

The River’s Vow

The River’s Vow is a heartfelt folk ballad that weaves the beauty of a South Dakota wedding with the profound resilience of love.

In the whisper of the cottonwood
By the river running wild
Two hearts stand where life begins
Beneath the endless skies
Through the prairie's boundless yearning
Where the earth meets heaven's face
Life weaves its thread through toil and tears
But here, love finds its place
The wind may howl, the storm may rise
And shadows stretch their weight
But your hand in mine, a light remains
Through every twist of fate
Oh, the river bends, the seasons flow
And still, our roots will grow
Through endless struggles, joy we vow
Together, we are stronger now
The barn's adorned with wildflower wreaths
The air is thick with song
Families gather, faces worn
Yet here, we all belong
The dance floor creaks, the fiddle hums
As stories pass in time
Through weary eyes, the future glows
A sacred, quiet sign
For life is but a fleeting stream
With rocks to break the flow
Yet love, the bridge, the steadfast beam
That lets the waters go
We won't escape the trials of time
Or storms that test the bough
But here we stand, in sacred trust
And make the river's vow
Oh, the river bends, the seasons flow
And still, our roots will grow
Through endless struggles, joy we vow
Together, we are stronger now
When snow descends and blankets fall
And silence grips the land
We'll kindle fire against the dark
With hearts that understand
No perfect road, no promised ease
But this, I know, is true
The journey's worth the jagged climb
Because I walk with you
In the whisper of the cottonwood
By the river running wild
We've made our vow where life begins
Beneath the endless skies

Echoes

A blend of folktronica, folk, brass, and modern electric sounds, Echoes captures the spirit of timeless alpine landscapes.

Lost Horizon

Lost Horizon reflects on humanity’s journey from nature to technology.

Beneath the skies where echoes sing
Heidi knew the ancient call
Of whispering pines and meadow's wing
A world untouched, yet bound to fall
Her heart, a compass to the past
Where stars aligned with nature's voice
But time's relentless shadows cast
A path where choice dissolves in noise
They lured her from the mountain's grace
To towers built of steel and code
Where eyes unseen and minds erased
Command the paths where futures load
The hum of life was algorithms' tune
A chorus cold, devoid of bloom
She searched the sky for her lost moon
And mourned the mountains' ancient room
Oh, Heidi
Where is the soul that you once knew
Where streams ran clear, and skies were blue
Can a spirit born in nature's reign
Survive the mind of the machine's domain
Oh, Heidi
Do horizons fade, or do we stray
Her hands once traced the wildflower's face
Now mapped the void on glowing glass
She saw the world as mirrored space
Reflections shattered by the past
In endless fields of binary light
She glimpsed the shadow of the tree
A symbol rooted deep and right
That held the code of what we'd be
Yet in the hum of circuits spun
She felt the pulse of earth and sun
A harmony of form begun
Where nature's work and man's are one
For though the past may fade in kind
The essence lingers, undefined
Her voice became the mountain's cry
A song that asked: can AI sigh
Oh, Heidi
Where is the line where heart meets hand
Where nature yields to what we've planned
Do the paths we pave eclipse the clay
Or lead us back to yesterday
Oh, Heidi
Does the horizon live in dreams we stay
Between the peaks and mirrored streets
Where roots and wires intertwine
There lies a truth, a song complete
A call to bridge the grand design
Oh, Heidi
In your gaze, the dawn aligns

Between the peaks and mirrored streets
Where roots and wires intertwine
There lies a truth, a song complete
A call to bridge the grand design
Oh, Heidi
In your gaze, the dawn aligns