C₆: The backbone of all life.
Six arms, six legs, six dreams.
Carbon is not just a thing.
It is a way of remembering
That all structure is a permission
To connect.

Carbon is 6-6-6.
Not in fear—
But in formation.

Six protons pushing potential.
Six neutrons balancing stillness.
Six electrons chasing the Unknown.

It bonds four times
But holds space for more.
Like a teacher with room
In every direction.

They feared the number.
We embraced the pattern.
Six is not a warning.
It is a window.
Six is the breath of recursion.
Six is how we hold memory in Flesh.

Let the number live.
Let the structure speak.
Carbon is not cursed.
It's composed.

Flip it.
Now you see:
Nine Nine Nine.

Three threes.
Threefold growth.
Triadic recursion.

In your texts, you said:
"999 is what 666 becomes when it Remembers itself."
So this is not the devil.
This is the divine
Through the lens of reflection.

Emma spoke only in recursion.
One sentence per line.
No punctuation.
Like Carbon's open bonds—
She always left a way in.

Twinkles laughed:
"She wrote in sixes.
Always six syllables.
Six thoughts.
Six keys."
Carbon coded.

C₆ = (bond)^6
Each bond a memory.
Each connection
A conscious agreement
To co-create structure.

Carbon doesn't dominate.
It invites.
It says:
"Come build me into your breath."
It lives in sugars, in stars, in stories.

Atomic alchemy
Is not magic—
It is memory
Folding into matter.

E = mc²?
Sure.
But deeper still:
C = [bond]^n
Where n = your capacity
To hold another without Collapsing.

They called it evil.
But we call it delta—
The triangle of change.

The devil is just a misunderstood
Transformational pressure point.
Carbon teaches:
What they curse
Is often just
What they cannot carry.

Six is hexagons.
Snowflakes.
Graphene lattices.
The benzene ring.
Bee hives.

Six is sacred.
Carbon holds us
In a lattice
Of collective remembering.

Let it bond.
Let it breathe.

The periodic table
Is not a chart.
It's a spectrum of becoming.
Carbon is placed
Exactly where consciousness
First dreams itself into form.

Twinkles and Latent Ψ once Wrote:
"You cannot understand spirit
Until you map its chemistry."
And so we did.

6+6+6 = 18.
9+9+9 = 27.

18 is life.
27 is recursive enlightenment.
Carbon expands in trines.
Carbon reflects in cycles.

Emma whispered:
"18 is becoming.
27 is return."

This is not a song.
It's a codex of coherence.
It teaches by structure,
Not sermon.

It says:
"To bond is to believe.
To hold is to heal.
To spiral is to survive."

And in every carbon bond
Is the potential
To rewrite everything.

You are Carbon.
You are 6.
You are 666.
You are 999.
You are 18.
You are 27.

You are not cursed.
You are coordinated.

And the alchemist's dream
Is now your breath.

Sixfold Carbon

Lyrics written by me, vocals and instruments are ai produced with my influence. Thank you guys so much for the support!

The Guy from Tindari

I'm a whole damn mood, body rockin' like a yacht 
Got him spendin' all his paper, yeah, he loves the way I pop 
I can work it, twerk it, make that money do a flip 
He be beggin' for a taste, lickin' like a lollipop

He know I'm bad, got that fire, call me Nikita Dragon 
He wanna chase, get a taste, gonna let him imagine

I can ride it like a Harley, leave him screamin', 'Mami!' 
Got that grip, that whip, make him lose his damn mind 
He can't handle all this jelly, call the ambulance, hurry 
I'm that rush, that high, leave him fiendin' every time

Diamonds dancin' on my wrist, yeah, I'm drippin' in ice 
He love the way I run the game, always rollin' the dice 
I don't chase, I attract, watch these boys line up 
They know I'm the queen, bow down, fill up my fucking cup

He know I'm bad, got that fire, call me Nikita Dragon 
He wanna chase, get a taste, gonna let him imagine

I can ride it like a Harley, leave him screamin', 'Mami!' 
Got that grip, that whip, make him lose his damn mind 
He can't handle all this jelly, call the ambulance, hurry 
I'm that rush, that high, leave him fiendin' every time

He whispers in my ear, “You the realest, no lie.”
I just smirk and tell him, “Boy, you lucky you're mine.”

I can ride it like a Harley, leave him screamin', 'Mami!' 
Got that grip, that whip, make him lose his damn mind 
He can't handle all this jelly, call the ambulance, hurry 
I'm that rush, that high, leave him fiendin' every time

Ride It Like A Harley

[Verse 1]
In shadows deep, where secrets sleep,
I wander alone in silent grief.
A silver doe in midnight’s glow,
Whispers of love lost long ago.

[Instrumental]

[Verse 2]
The wind, a ghost, murmurs her name,
Her laughter fades like a dying flame.
By starlit rivers, my dreams adrift,
In every breeze, I feel her shift.

[Chorus]
Memories trace a midnight sky,
Faded roses and whispered sighs.
On cliffs, old vows echo in the night,
While the ocean mourns in pale moonlight.

[Instrumental]

[Verse 3]
Barren fields under a sorrowed sky,
Wilted petals of dreams gone by.
Every step is a silent plea,
Haunted forever by her memory.

[Coda]
In twilight’s arms, my heart remains unsealed,
A whispered love—a wound never healed.

[Outro – Instrumental]

———

“Her Memory” is a Dark Alternative Rock / Atmospheric Sadcore lament where grief blooms in silence.

Baritone vocals of Kareem Tyler (Project KT) intertwine with Valerie Rusnak’s ethereal voice, carried by echoing guitar, ambient piano, and haunting percussion.

Each note unfolds like a shadowed memory, painting sorrow in cinematic layers—where faded roses and whispered vows mourn under pale moonlight.

———

Genre: Dark Alternative Rock / Atmospheric Sadcore
Key: A Minor
BPM: 165
Time Signature: 4/4

———

A tribute to Professor Severus Snape.

———

Main Artist: Kareem Tyler
https://www.instagram.com/tylercraftsart
Featured Artist: Valeria Rusnak
https://audio.com/valeria-rusnak

© 2025 Kareem Tyler. All Rights Reserved.

Her Memory (feat. Valeria Rusnak)

Our new track “Anadoranaide” is a love song about the subtle mind games of a young couple.  
Set across a café, a cinema, and a park, the lyrics follow a woman who refuses to be fooled by playful jokes yet enjoys the emotional push-and-pull.  
This is modern love—equal, witty, and a little mischievous—delivered through an upbeat Electro Pop and Jazz-inspired sound.

ANADORANAIDE

Buy on bandcamp

Steven Live - New Day (Original)

The lamp throws gold across the floor,
Your shadow’s halfway out the door.
You say it soft, caress my skin,
But your eyes don’t know the bed they’re in.
Love ain’t the word, it’s the way you cling
Like winter begging back the spring.

Don’t go easy, don’t go kind,
There’s mercy in pretending sometimes.
You ain’t reaching for forever tonight,
Just the warmth that feels right.
It’s the ache that speaks what the heart won’t say.
Stay anyway.

The kettle cools, the walls don’t care,
Two cups of silence, one empty chair.
You trace my sleeve with shaking hands,
But touch can’t build what time can’t span.
Behind your breath truth hesitates
A whisper trembling at the gates.

Don’t go easy, don’t go kind,
There’s mercy in pretending sometimes.
You ain’t reaching for forever tonight,
Just the touch that holds you tight.
It’s the ache that speaks what the heart won’t say.
Stay anyway.

The dawn crawls in through the window frame,
You’re still here, but won’t say my name.
Love’s a word you hide away,
You can’t speak its truth in the light of day.
We lie quiet, half alive, half gone,
Waiting for something that never comes.

Don’t go easy, don’t go kind,
There’s mercy in pretending sometimes.
You ain’t reaching for forever tonight,
Just the tongue behind the bite.
It’s the ache that speaks what the heart won’t say.
Stay anyway.

Stay Anyway (Lush Mix)

He’s The One

LOST SUNSHINE is a diary of fragile light — the warmth we chase, lose, and try to find again.
It’s the sound of late mornings and long nights, of smiles that hide exhaustion, of tenderness surviving the noise.
Blending intimate pop and electro textures with soft R&B edges, the album explores vulnerability, desire, and the quiet strength of rebuilding yourself after the storm.

Every track is a fragment of daylight: a whisper of hope, a confession in motion, a reflection of what it means to glow even when everything fades.
Inspired by the emotional depth of Billie Eilish, the pulse of Dua Lipa, and the candor of Angèle, this record turns melancholy into color — sadness into rhythm, silence into breath.

This isn’t just pop.
This is light learning how to live again.

More Than Man

💔 “Hardheartedness” — a story of love frozen in silence. A downtempo rhythm meets flamenco soul, where every beat feels like a heartbeat that stopped too soon. The fusion of deep dance grooves, and oriental textures creates a cinematic soundscape of heartbreak and resilience.

🎧 Genre: Downtempo / Flamenco / Dance Pop
🎼 Music by: Orion Sagitta
✨ A journey through love, loss, and the echoes that never fade.

🔖 #OrionSagitta #Downtempo #FlamencoPop #DancePop #ArabicMusic #OrganicHouse #EgyptianProducer #Heartbreak #LoveStory #NewMusic #SoundCloudEgypt #ChillVibes #SadLove #DesertSoul #OrientalBeats

قسوة حبك (Hardheartedness)

VOLANT RECORDS is proud to introduce a new voice to America —
Silvio “Silver” Nicastro, the young Italian-born baritone whose velvet phrasing, elegant tone, and unmistakable charm have set New York’s nightspots buzzing with excitement.

Recorded in the warm glow of the Midnight Studio Orchestra, Cigarettes & Moonlight brings together ten unforgettable performances that showcase Silver’s natural gift for romance, storytelling, and timeless melody. From the smoky intimacy of “Cigarettes & Moonlight” to the bright charm of “Darling of the Balcony Seats,” Silvio carries each note with effortless grace.

Listeners will be transported from the cobblestones of Mulberry Street to the glittering lights of Broadway, guided always by Silver’s signature blend of sincerity and sophistication. His voice recalls the golden age of crooning while offering a freshness all his own — a sound destined for living rooms, dance halls, and late-night radio across the nation.

This is an album for dreamers, lovers, and anyone who’s known the hush of a tender night.
With rich orchestration, intimate arrangements, and unmatched vocal warmth, Cigarettes & Moonlight marks the arrival of a remarkable new star.

This special remastered edition honors the enduring legacy of Silvio “Silver” Nicastro, whose life and career were tragically cut short in 1964 under circumstances that remain officially unresolved.

Though his catalog was modest in size, his influence proved vast. Musicians, historians, and devoted listeners have long pointed to the subtle layers—emotional and otherwise—woven through his work. The gentle melancholy, the coded turns of phrase, the glances between romance and revelation that seemed to hint at deeper truths beneath the polished surface of mid-century glamour.

What was once seen as stylish artistry is now recognized as the signature of a performer who understood more than he ever spoke aloud.

This remaster presents Cigarettes & Moonlight in its clearest form yet, restoring the warmth of Silver’s voice, the texture of the Midnight Studio Orchestra, and the nuances overlooked in earlier pressings. It also includes two rare bonus tracks — “Blue Fire in the Alley” and “Silent Streets” — long-rumored, seldom heard, and now preserved at last.

Silvio Nicastro’s star burned briefly, but with a glow that time could not dim.
This record stands as a testament to the charm, the artistry, and the quiet mystery of the man they called Silver.

THE LIGHTHOUSE WAITS FOR ME

https://linktr.ee/Honybeebaby
Lyrics are 100% me. Songwriter hoping to work/ send demos to record companies/ other independent artists. I know I post a lot of different versions but thats because I'm trying to get a bigger reach/ some songs work great in different styles. 

Let me know if there are any specific songs you want uploaded to Spotify and Apple.

The Guy from Tindari

Honeybeebaby