Name: Call Me First by Cyber Chord
Duration: 4 min 19 s
Description: An emotional piano-pop ballad serving as a lifeline for anyone awake at 3 AM. It’s a promise of non-judgmental support when mental health struggles feel overwhelming. A warm, building reminder that you don't have to face the darkness alone.

@prodnikick: Glad it hit you that way — thank you!

When you mess up bad with the best thing ever happened  to you and you can’t put things right

Am I the Only One

Reflections

🎵 You’re, in my dreams - (Official Lyric Video by Brady Kent ) 🎶✨

💔You’re, in my dreams ' is a new Brady Kent release 💔

💔 This is a story about a man returning to his lost love. He can barley speak and can't sleep.
 He has had to face the truth, she is the one !💔

He can't ' cut lose and he is still out there and can't choose'

In the end he says, 'Set the bells, ringing.Think, a beautiful thought.Got some, questions 
Maybe, a surprise encore'

The chorus says it all ,' You’re, in my dreams.The finest girl'

Have you met the one ?

💡 Support Brady Kent’s Music Journey: If this song resonates with you, don’t forget to: ✅ Like this video to support new innovative music. 💬 Comment below with your thoughts or interpretations of the song’s

🔗 Connect with Brady Kent: 

🌎YouTube: [https://www.youtube.com/@Bradykent-d5w] 
🌎 Instagram: [https://www.instagram.com/bradykentpoet/] 
🌎 TikTok: [https://www.tiktok.com/@bradykent] 
🌎 Facebook: [https://www.facebook.com/BradyKentPoet/] 
🌎 Twitter: [https://x.com/BradykentPoet] 

🎵 Stream & Follow Brady Kent: 

📌 Spotify 
📌 Apple Music 
📌 SoundCloud

You're, in my dreams

Follow my story on Instagram
https://www.instagram.com/sarima_musictherapy/profilecard/?igsh=MXdseWtreW5oNTE4OQ==

Discover Sarima on YouTube 
https://youtube.com/@sarima-music_therapy?si=mzGEx2sny9gFZ5m3

Lyrics 

Wiped Out 

I clawed through dirt and broke through stone.
Fought hard to breath, was all alone.
Each upward inch, a victory won.
Just want a glimpse, a ray of sun.

Hold on, go on and try to dance.
Hold on, go on, there is a chance.

But then this wave. Shattered again.
Left in the dust. I'm back in pain.
There was this wave. It wasn't loud.
Left in the dust. I'm wiped out.

I opened up while shadows crept. 
Gave heart and soul, made conscious steps. 
A rare connection, burning eyes.
I risked it all, killed butterflies.

Hold on, go on and try to dance.
Hold on, go on, there is a chance.

But then this wave. Shattered again.
Left in the dust. I'm back in pain.
There was this wave. It wasn't loud.
Left in the dust. I'm wiped out.

Now, what is left, deep inside?
Too many hopes already died. 
I'm lost in silence, cold and deep.
Fear broken dreams forever sleep.

Hold on, go on and try to dance.
Hold on, go on, there is a chance.

But then this wave. Shattered again.
Left in the dust. I'm back in pain.
There was this wave. It wasn't loud.
Left in the dust. I'm wiped out.
But then this wave. Shattered again.
Left in the dust. I'm back in pain.
There was this wave. It wasn't loud.
Left in the dust. I'm wiped out.

© Sarima 

#music therapy 

Wiped Out

"We're a Crime Scene" is a haunting, cinematic indie-rock track exploring the chilling aftermath of a vanished love. It's a "domestic noir"—a forensic examination of a breakup, where every mundane object becomes a clue in the silent crime scene of a shared life. A restless energy underpins the desolate beauty.

We're a Crime Scene

"Gonna Be Alright" is a powerful, apocalyptic folk anthem that confronts the fragility of man-made empires and the enduring truth of the elemental world. With a voice like a modern-day prophet, it weaves a narrative from the distant rumble of societal collapse to a deeply personal reckoning, ultimately finding solace in the destruction of everything false. It's a journey through the storm, reminding us that sometimes, 'the losing is the mercy.'

Gonna Be Alright

Look Up is a gentle nudge to put the phone down and remember the real face across the room. Cold dinners, unread books, unused guitars—and the freckles and laugh-lines you only see when you finally look up.

Look Up

“My Dog’s Birthday” is a sun-soaked, feel-good acoustic jam about ditching work, firing up the grill, and throwing a full-on party for the best boy in the world. Upbeat guitars, warm harmonies, steel-drum accents, and ocean ambience create a breezy, barefoot-by-the-water vibe. It’s all ribeye on paper plates, party hats on floppy ears, mailmen shaking their heads, and one very happy human using his dog’s big day as the perfect excuse to celebrate being alive. Funny, tender, and weirdly emotional by the final chorus—it’s the soundtrack for anyone who loves their dog a little too much and is totally fine with that.

My Dog's Birthday

“Explaining Heaven” is a devastatingly tender acoustic ballad about grief, loyalty, and the one heart in the house who doesn’t understand why the door never opens anymore. Fingerpicked guitar and low, mournful cello frame the story of a dog still sprinting to the gate, checking every window, stalling at the corner where you used to meet, and wagging at strangers who almost look like you. The narrator is stuck with the impossible task of “explaining heaven to a dog” while secretly clinging to the hope that maybe the dog sees something they can’t. It’s intimate, cinematic, and quietly brutal—the kind of song that sits with you long after the last line fades.

Explaining Heaven

A raw, intimate acoustic ballad about the heartbreaking secret of preferring your partner when they are asleep because it's the only time they let their guard down. Recorded close-mic for a whisper-pop feel that puts you right in the room. For late-night listening when the truth is screaming.

Sleep Talker

An emotional piano-pop ballad serving as a lifeline for anyone awake at 3 AM. It’s a promise of non-judgmental support when mental health struggles feel overwhelming. A warm, building reminder that you don't have to face the darkness alone.

Call Me First

CYBER CHORD writes songs the way a porch light holds a night: small, steady, and impossible to ignore. I work with AI as a true co-writer, then carve the lyric by hand and shape the track in Suno. The sound leans bare and human—country roots in the soil, a little rock grain in the teeth, and a faith-lit lift that chooses hope without preaching.

These are ordinary-room hymns: rings hidden in cotton, receipt-tape strings, a dress behind rain glass, a sink that cools while you find the words. Silence is an instrument here; sometimes there’s a full bar where the house gets to breathe. If a line can’t survive a campfire and a cracked mug, it doesn’t make the song.

If you’re new, start with the heartbreakers. They don’t shout. They stay. I believe in the holiness of the everyday, and in the quiet bravery of saying the thing before “later” takes it away.

No paid promo, no playlist buys, no cover-art pitches, no dance offers, no cold DMs. If it’s a pitch, the porch light’s off. If you’re a real listener, come in soft: pick one song, leave a genuine note (lyric or timestamp welcome), and hand it to one friend. That’s how this fire stays lit.

May your road stay open, your coffee stay warm, and your day be peaceful.

Call Me First

Cyber Chord

Recent comments

Magi©ian™ (Making music make a difference)

Cyber Chord

💫NIKICK💫

Related tracks