Name: Silver Frame by Cyber Chord in Copy of Daily Drops
Duration: 4 min 4 s
Description: A devastating ballad of memory and loss. “Silver Frame” lingers like a ghost in an empty room — quiet, fragile, unforgettable.

Copy of Daily Drops

Carry Me

[Verse 1]
One day maybe the answer will come
you’ll tell me why you had to go
you live you fade you laugh you break
but the hurt has to leave your hands
before your life can start again

[Pre-Chorus]
So let it start babe
let it start
let the tears roll
and spill from your heart

[Chorus]
And when the nights get heavy
when the dark won’t part
carry me
like fire in your heart
carry me
like fire in your heart

[Verse 2]
There’s a river that knows the way home
pouring itself into the sea
where we’ll be whole again
when the days are done
but I need you here now
breathing in this world with me

[Pre-Chorus]
So let it start babe
let it start
let the love roll
and pour from your heart

[Chorus]
And when the nights get heavy
when the dark won’t part
carry me
like fire in your heart
carry me
like fire in your heart

[Bridge]
Hold me in your memory
’till the ghosts learn to yield
I’ll be the light you’re reaching for
the one that never goes away

[Final Chorus]
So let it start babe
let it start
let the love roll
and pour from your heart
and when the nights get heavy
when the dark won’t part
carry me
like fire in your heart
carry me
like fire in your heart

Carry Me

I’LL SEE YOU IN THE STARS AGAIN

(Voice 1)
Does the road wind uphill all the way?
Yes, to the very end.

(Voice 1)
Will the day's journey take the whole long day?
From morn to night, my friend.

(Chorus / Both Voices)
From morn to night, my friend.

(Voice 1)
But is there for the night a resting-place?
A roof for when the slow dark hours begin.

(Voice 1)
May not the weary traveller knock in vain
For some one to let them in?

(Chorus / Both Voices)
A roof for when the slow dark hours begin.
And all may enter.

(Bridge)
Will there be beds for me and all who seek?
Yes, beds for all who come.

(Chorus / Both Voices)
Yes, beds for all who come.
And the road winds on to the very end...
From morn to night, my friend.

A Resting Place

Epic cinematic soundtrack blending colossal orchestral power, tragic choirs, and symphonic grandeur. A dark, apocalyptic score that echoes with the fall of empires — perfect for fans of epic music, film scores, and orchestral soundtracks.

Original melody by Daniel Svensson
Arrangement and production by Daniel Dinsdale (Zemandan)

A Grand Sacrilege

Never settle for second best !



Why chase a spark when you can light a flame
Why play it safe when wild’s the name of the game
A paper boat won't sail the sea
Dream bigger than the sky
Why not be free

They say too high
Too far
Too bold
But diamonds come from pressure
Not from gold

Why settle for less .mp3

The Lighthouse Keeper is out now. 🌊💡
This is for the givers, the holders, the ones who light the way for others while standing in the storm themselves.
You are not a backup character in someone else's story. Your quiet strength is its own kind of revolution.

Lighthouse

Chemicals by Nova J

[Verse 1]
We’re sitting in a circle on a basement floor
Sharing bottles, chasing something we can’t name anymore
The lawyer’s still in his tie, but he’s losing his home
Dealer’s got the power now, and he won’t let it go

[Pre-Chorus]
He looks so calm with the smoke around his head
Like he found peace, but I know his dreams are dead

[Chorus]
And he keeps talking ‘bout the chemicals
Like they’re medicine, like they’re saving him
But I can see the writing on the wall
It’s critical, it’s pitiful
The way we fall for chemicals

[Verse 2]
I took a ride on a ship too far from land
Bought my comfort in a hallway with a shaky hand
Flashing lights and bodies pressing, but I felt the sea
Rising in my bloodstream, dragging under me

[Pre-Chorus]
I woke up in a cabin, faces I don’t know
The story never changes, just the cast in the show

[Chorus]
And I keep talking ‘bout the chemicals
Like they’re medicine, like they’re healing me
But it’s a carousel I can’t get off
It’s cynical, it’s biblical
The way I pray to chemicals

[Bridge]
I watched a friend turn blue on a hotel floor
Two strangers slipped away and stepped out the door
I swore I’d never be the one to meet that fate
But here I am, still bargaining with chemicals again

[Final Chorus]
And we keep talking ‘bout the chemicals
Like they’re medicine, like they’re heaven-sent
But the spiral always feels unstoppable
It’s beautiful, it’s terrible
The way we worship chemicals

Chemicals

A devastating ballad of memory and loss. “Silver Frame” lingers like a ghost in an empty room — quiet, fragile, unforgettable.  

Silver Frame

Answer me

He set the table himself dim lights, polished wood, candles flickering like the last hopes in his chest. He placed his heart on the plate, raw and honest, hoping it would be enough.

She arrived, perfume first, beauty next. She smiled. She listened to his dreams, maybe even believed them for a minute. But when he slid his heart across the table, bleeding, vulnerable, everything he had; she just...leaned in, pressed her lips to his glass, and left her mark.

Not a sip. Not a taste.
Just proof she’d been there.

She got up, straightened her dress, and with a whisper of expensive fragrance, a ghost of a smile, she walked away; leaving him alone with nothing but the memory of a red lipstick print and a heart that was never touched.

He learned: sometimes the deepest wounds aren’t from those who break your heart, but from those who never even bother to hold it. Some love stories end before they begin; marked by a presence, not a connection.

He sat in the silence, staring at the glass, the plate, the empty chair.
And in that emptiness, he realized.
A heart offered is not always a heart received.
Some people just leave a mark, and call that love.

His heart was not enough.

Not Enough

Es Liegt An Uns

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Late Night Confessions

Ce titre est pour "Mathou" Loin des yeux n'est pas loin du coeur. Le temps s'arrête quand on fait du "son"... Une vague rafraichissante chill irlandaise vous porte dans une nouvelle dimension...

Love chill - 31_08_2025

Honey, My Mercy’s in Short Supply

Verse 1
You came knockin’ with that same old plea,
Tears on your tongue, but they don’t fool me.
I’m not the saint you think I’ll be tonight,
I’ll take your sin, but I won’t play nice.

Pre-Chorus
Don’t mistake my kiss for a lullaby,
Every touch I give comes with a price.

Chorus
Honey, my mercy’s in short supply,
Don’t ask for heaven when I deal in lies.
You want redemption, baby, don’t look mine,
Honey, my mercy’s in short supply.

Verse 2
You call it love, but it feels like debt,
Every promise you made still drippin’ wet.
I don’t forgive, no, I just enjoy,
Breaking your heart like it’s my favorite toy.

Pre-Chorus
Don’t mistake my smile for sympathy,
Every tear you shed just belongs to me.

Chorus
Honey, my mercy’s in short supply,
Don’t ask for heaven when I deal in lies.
You want salvation, baby, stand in line,
Honey, my mercy’s in short supply.

Bridge
I’ll give you one kiss, two drinks, three sins,
By the time you crawl, I’ll be gone again.
Don’t pray for kindness, don’t beg me sweet,
I’m the devil you love at your holy feet.

Final Chorus
Honey, my mercy’s in short supply,
Don’t ask for heaven when I deal in lies.
Your prayers don’t matter, I don’t oblige,
Honey, my mercy’s in short supply.

Outro (smoky ad-lib)
Short supply… short supply…
Mercy, baby, mercy runs dry.

Honey My Mercy is in Short Supply

c’este là vie

CYBER CHORD — campfire heart, circuit-board muse.

I write with AI as a co-writer and carve the lyrics by hand, then shape the tracks in Suno. Expect country roots, rock grit, and faith-bright pop.

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Silver Frame

Cyber Chord

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