Name: Seed to All by Cyber Chord
Duration: 4 min 7 s
Description: “Seed to All” is a builder’s anthem that climbs from fingertip speck to world-scale roar. Folk-pop pulse, chant-ready hook—Start with a seed; end with everything. Handmade images, stadium heart.

Some words come too late. This song is for every heart that held back until love slipped away. Minimalist, honest, and raw—“Didn’t Say It” traces the ache of unspoken feelings and the silence that follows. The heartbreak is real, the lesson is forever: say it before it’s gone.

Didn't Say It

No matter how hard I try, it never feels like enough.
This song is for the ones who keep pushing through the noise — who work, care, give, and still end the day wondering if they did anything right.
It’s not self-pity… it’s exhaustion, honesty, and the quiet ache of wanting to matter.
I wrote this for everyone who feels like they’re always falling short — when really, they’ve been carrying the world the whole time. 💜

Not Enough

A cinematic indie-pop duet about two equals finding love inside the storm. From hushed intimacy to roaring anthems, Beautiful Chaos blends visceral weather imagery with raw emotion. The song moves from thunderous passion to whispered vulnerability, closing on the unforgettable line: “You and me… the whole damn storm.”

Beautiful Chaos

“Home At Last” is a song of reunion and redemption—where loss becomes a garden, an empty chair turns into a doorway, and a whisper long known finally says, Welcome home. A hymn for grief, a ballad of hope, a cathedral in melody.

Home At Last

Hold Fast is an intimate indie-folk duet about the real work of love—choosing each other through the mess, the cracks, and the quiet mornings. Built on acoustic warmth, poetic details, and voices in dialogue, it turns burnt toast, red wine stains, and cracked tile into vows worth keeping.

Hold Fast

An intimate folk-soul ballad about carrying one another through the dark.
Recorded live with nylon guitar, upright piano, and quiet gospel undertones.
Captures the song’s final form: simple, human, and full of light.

Lend Me Dawn

A slow-burn confessional built from grit, mercy, and proof. “Prove It” is a love ultimatum sung through smoke and conviction. Every creak, breath, and ring “clink” was kept live. It’s not about saying “I love you”; it’s about showing it — in the small, steady things: coffee hot at dawn, staying when it’s hard. Analog warmth, gospel edges, human heartbeat.

Prove It

A country-folk vow to the Rockies—quiet strength, steady steps, and the patience of tree rings. “The Mountain Way” follows a traveler apprenticing their heart to the land: krummholz bending to wind, wildflowers crowding where snows were spent, larkspur lifting from shale and moss.  Built for singalong, soft enough for a night drive, strong enough for a mountain morning

The Mountain Way

“Seed to All” is a builder’s anthem that climbs from fingertip speck to world-scale roar. Folk-pop pulse, chant-ready hook—Start with a seed; end with everything. Handmade images, stadium heart.

Seed to All

A civic hymn forged from hands, heat, and heart. “Break of Worlds” rises from quiet verses into a thunderous, crowd-ready chorus—stomp board, floor toms, and claps locking with pump organ and low brass. The lyric follows a town through flood, witness, and rebuilding, trading abstraction for tools: nails, bread, salt, a drum. Call-and-response lines invite the room to sing itself whole; the hook returns like a vow, brighter each time. Built for arenas and street corners alike—simple vowels, wide harmony stacks, and a final lift that feels like doors opening. Press play, sing loud, leave stronger.

Break of Worlds

Niggaz Fried

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.

Seed to All

Cyber Chord

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