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A New Sun (with Junior Ali on djembe)

Cast of Characters:
 
Cgmaness – @user-419254289-15129531 – Chris – foundational acoustic guitar and seed idea
J.J. Terrell-- @j-j-terrell—JJ-- organ, piano, synth oboe, lyrics, and vocals
Llanpsych-- @llanpsych -- Tez – electric guitar
K2 and the Three [and the Four]--@k2andthe3, @k2-kara –Ken– drums and percussion 
Entheogenic Psychonaught (Josh Clary)– @josh-clary-1 – four string fretless bass
The Eclectic Collective — composition and mix

  This is the second song in a row that The Eclectic Collective is releasing in as many weeks that was written by Chris. We love working on his songs, and all jumped at the chance to play with this one, as well. He wrote it on an acoustic guitar, onto which he also put some heavy reverb, giving it an ethereal, chordal sound. To that bare bones, Josh fist added his four-string fretless bass to a click track, of all things. Luckily, Ken swooped in soon after and gave it a proper beat with his lively percussion performance. 
  Once the rhythm section was complete, Tez added his melodic, golden-tone guitar in there. Then, it was JJ's turn. He added not only the piano and synth, but wrote the lyrics and sang it, as well. 
  This song was actually mixed by the group, as we all added our parts, although Ken did some final adjustments, too.
  JJ's lyrics tell the story of the first people to reach Easter Island, millennia ago. The wonder of the journey and the discovery of a new home, while using the materials available to survive. Here are his original lyrics.

Original Lyrics by J.J. Terrell:
 
Through the eyes of the gentle rain
Monuments raised where the Lapwings stay
All the sand, the hourglass of man sifts here
A traveling band of gypsies in this land appear
Crowd the fire as the night sets in
Listen for tales of enlightenment
Until dawn
The flowered down of a bird so true
Pure as heaven, the chosen few
It's all waiting for the night

Unabashed (Eclectic Collective)

Video can be watched here:
https://youtu.be/IzlviLyXBYc?si=GJ3nEoThxNstw_Qw
Today a song in Polish again. I hope you like it. Below is the translation of the text. I hope that makes sense. Greetings!

It is a strange world
Where still
There is so much evil.
And it is strange
That for so many years
Man despises man.

It is a strange world
The world of human affairs,
Sometimes admitting it is shameful.
And yet it often happens
That someone through a bad word
Kills as if with a knife.

But there are more people of good will,
And I believe strongly
That this world
Will never perish because of them.
No! No! No! No!
The time has come,
The highest time
To destroy the hatred in oneself.

Dziwny jest ten świat (It is a strange world), Czesław Niemen & Akwarele cover

LONG WAY ROAD
Music by Vlasis Metaxas
Musical arrangement by Overdrive

Long Way Road (featuring Overdrive)

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(Verse 1)
I’m just a son of a bitch with a busted hat,
Dust on my boots, a heart stiff as a rock.
I’ve been down this fucked-up road before,
Whiskey in my veins and slamming every door.
Then you stormed in like a goddamn curse,
Eyes like fire, mouth full of worse.
Didn’t take long to see the truth—
The cowboy in me would brawl with the devil in you.
(Chorus)
It’s the cowboy in me and the devil in you,
You bring the fuckin’ flames, and I burn right through.
We’re a goddamn disaster, a shit-show fight,
You fuck with the dark, and I fuck with the light.
Saddle up, baby, we’ve got shit to do,
The cowboy in me versus the devil in you.
(Verse 2)
I’ve got scars that scream like a goddamn ghost,
You’ve got a heart that’s rotten at most.
You spit your poison like a barroom brawl,
But I’ve been through hell, and I’ve seen it all.
You think you’re bad, but I’ve danced with pain,
Rode through storms and pissed on the rain.
So bring your shit, babe, I’ll call your bluff—
The cowboy in me ain’t scared of your rough.
(Chorus)
It’s the cowboy in me and the devil in you,
You light shit up, and I’ll burn it down too.
We’re a holy hell mess, and we’re proud as fuck,
You play the chaos, and I’ll press my luck.
So, bring it on, darlin’, see who’ll lose,
It’s the cowboy in me fightin’ the devil in you.
(Bridge)
You scream “fuck love,” and I say “fuck you,”
But goddammit, babe, I still see us through.
Your hellfire grin, my goddamn pride,
We’re tearing shit up on this barbed-wire ride.
(Chorus)
It’s the cowboy in me and the devil in you,
We’re a match made in hell, and that’s the fuckin’ truth.
You bring the sin, I bring the scars,
We tear this shit up under whiskey and stars.
So, giddy up, darlin’, we’ll see who’s through,
It’s the cowboy in me takin’ on the devil in you.
(Outro)
One day we’ll crack, one day we’ll snap,
But tonight, we’ll burn this whole damn map.
So here’s to the fight, the love, the booze—
The cowboy in me and the devil in you.

The Cowboy in Me vs. the Devil in You

Definitely the last track from my second lyric notebook, 1979 original. 

I was a little worried about this because ot the weak melodic nature and relying on an instrumental bridge. Each verse was broken down into two sections, The second section being a chorus with varying lyrics..... or vice versa, I suppose. Lyric below.

Used one of my Suno personas (Randy Matrix, I love that name) to set the genre and style and was very pleasantly surprised by the approach. Hope you like it.

Title: The Things You're Saying Now

[verse1]
Bear in mind, what you’re doing to me,
When you say the things you’re saying now.
It’s a fact, there’s no going back,
I don’t like the things you’re saying now.
Baby you mislead me, 
You had me believing you,
I never saw thru’
All your lies.
I was blinded by a broken promise
Now all I get are Alibis

[verse2]
You don’t care, what you’re doing to me,
If you say the things you’re saying now.
Don’t dispute, I can hear the truth,
When you say the things you’re saying now,
Baby I loved you
Just like in the movies,
I thought you really needed me.
But I was a fool to believe what you told me,
At last I’m beginning to see...........

[bridge, extended musical solo]

[verse3]
I’ll survive what you’re doing to me,
Just forget the things you’re saying now
I’ll get by without too much trying.
I’ll forget the things you’re saying now.
I’ll get by,
Don’t really need you,
I know I’ll convince myself soon.
You’re not unique, not the only girl out there,
We’ll both sing the same tune.

The Things You're Saying Now

Dysfunction In My Function                        

There’s dysfunction in my function
There’s a mess inside my mind
Got a crack in the foundation
Too much water in the wine
Gonna stake out, break out,  give up the ghost
Take no prisoners, leave my post
There’s dysfunction in my function
Please be kind


There’s dysfunction in my function
There’s a bug inside my brain
Wired for sight and sound, I hear
The beauty and the pain
As they shake it, break it, keep turning those screws
I'll hammer out this message
Excavate it for you
There’s dysfunction in their function
They're all the same


            So if you want to build it with me
            You’ll have to settle for my carpentry
            Trying to fix it using string and glue
            Embrace the madness, let it fall on you
            Forget those money back guarantees
            Construction stalling with apologies 
            Climb out of the rubble
            Try another point of view

There’s dysfunction in our function
There’s a war within our world
Forget conjunction junction
Too many lonely boys and girls
If you wait for perfection, you'll be stalling too long
Rolling your eyes at this bedroom song
There’s dysfunction in your function
There’s dysfunction in my function
There’s dysfunction in the function
 Of this world



            

             

             




Dysfunction In My Function

TALKIN’ TO THE BIRDS
Well, I might as well be talkin’ to the birds
At least, then there’s no mincin’ words
‘Cuz when it comes to you an’ me
All we do is disagree
And I might as well be talkin’ to the birds

And I might as well be walkin’ up the creek
Now, I know the meanin’ of up sh*t’s creek
‘Cuz when it comes to my money
You just take it all from me
And I might as well be walkin’ up the creek

Do-do-do-do-do-do, do-do, do-do-do
Do-do-do-do-do-do, do-do, do-do-do

‘Cuz when it comes to my money
You just take it all from me
And I might as well be walkin’ up the creek

And I might as well be slippin’ down the slide
‘Cuz livin’ with you, honey ain’t no joyride
‘Cuz all you do is piss an’ moan
And then you moan an’ you groan
And I might as well be slippin’ down the slide

Do-do-do-do-do-do, do-do, do-do-do
Do-do-do-do-do-do, do-do, do-do-do

Yeah, all you do is piss an’ moan
And then you moan an’ you groan
And I might as well be slippin’ down the slide

Hey, little birdie, what’s the good word?
I said, Hey! Little birdie, what’s the good word?
You’re as free as you can be
Givin’ hope to humantity
Hey, little birdie, what’s the good word?

Yes, I might as well be talkin’ to the birds
At least, then there’s no mincin’ words
‘Cuz when it comes to you an’ me
All we do is disagree
And I might as well be talkin’
I might as well be talkin’
Yeh, I might as well be talkin’ to the birds. 

© 2025 Renee La Chapelle – All Rights Reserved


TALKIN’ TO THE BIRDS

A tender ballad about late truth told through small, familiar rooms: bowls on a table, a sweater on a chair, a note by a doorway. Guitar and piano cradle a clear vocal while light strings bloom in the final verse. The chorus turns like a key: “Now I know I love you; I’m late, but true.” Built for quiet spaces and long drives, it carries warmth, accountability, and mercy—household images turned into a vow.

Late But True

This is a Sentimental Ballad of Love and Loss

All These Tears To Fall

This is not over yet, but...
I hope we take it over and make another world of our own for the future.I'm still working on this track,but also I'm thinking this simple acoustic sound might be OK for this song. Anyway I love to play my guitar,my best partner.

Lyrics
A
These Stars are flow for they only all alone
Befalling , follow ways'll be far away
You said that always to be lonely, I don't care
Truth is hurt maybe, I don't want 
B
Should I tell you why ?
You can stay with me alive 
I swear you'll never be alone

Forest , Wind , Sky
Just can stay alive for love
one for the pray to the all,
If all we waste

C
This is over
We take it over
this is over over over there

We take it over
This is over
Love is over over over there

This is over
We take it over
Brand new days over over there

If all I've ever known is gone 
2C　　　　　"　　　　 away

THIS IS OVER - DEMO

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.

Late But True

Cyber Chord