Radio Smile

Behind Appearance

Just an Escape

Walked in with a hole in my chest
Whiskey prayers and a thousand regrets
Sat down where the shadows won’t talk
And let the silence pour with every shot

I swore I was done with the fight
Wounds too deep for another night
But then she lit up the corner of the room
Like a hymn rising under a blood-red moon

What kind of war is love again?
Where hearts break just to learn to bend
She looked like peace but felt like flames
Now I’m drawing lines in my own name
Is this the battle or the plan?
Am I the soldier or the man?
I don’t know how it all began
But I’m signing up for your love plan

Her eyes held more than the wine
Stories folded in the space of time
She smiled and I forgot her name
’Cause all I saw was my soul rearranged

Maybe I’m foolish, maybe I’m blind
But maybe the war ends this time
If love’s a fight I’ve lost before
Maybe she’s what I was fighting for

What kind of war is love again?
Where hearts break just to learn to bend
She looked like peace but felt like flames
Now I’m drawing lines in my own name
Is this the battle or the plan?
Am I the soldier or the man?
I don’t know how it all began
But I’m signing up for your love plan

So pour another round for the dead and the damned
I’ll raise my glass to the ones who understand
If love is war, then take my hand
Let’s lose together in this love plan

Love plan

“They said the blues were six feet under. We’re still dancin’ on the dirt.”

Six Feet Above the Blues is a 15-track resurrection of grit, ghosts, and grit-your-teeth redemption. Born from rusted strings, roadside sermons, and moonshine confessions, this debut album blends Southern Gothic storytelling with boot-stomping energy and the haunted soul of outlaw folk.

Through swamp fog and shotgun sermons, you’ll meet:

A hollow-eyed preacher who barters salvation in shadows

A hellhound more loyal than any man

A banjo cursed with blood

And a narrator who swears “God Don’t Ride Shotgun”

Whether it’s the eerie waltz of “Rattlesnake Waltz,” the foot-stomping fury of “Train Don’t Stop for Sinners,” or the rowdy last call in “Ashes in the Ale,” this record walks the line between sin and salvation — and leans hard toward the former.

Fueled by banjo, bowed bass, gang vocals, and enough smoke to choke a saint, this is music for the outlaws, the almost-gone, and the ones who never stayed buried.

🪕 Come raise a glass with the damned — you’re only six feet above the blues, after all.
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Train Don't Stop for Sinners

Beautiful (Unplugged Acoustic)

In Due Time

I'm The One (Who Shines For You)

Solar Man

Quiet Love

This song is an AI-assisted creation, born from my deep love for the music that shaped me. While no human hands held a guitar or sat at a drum kit to record it, every note, lyric, and arrangement was guided by the echoes of the bands that defined my past. Think of it as a digital homage—a way of keeping alive the energy, emotion, and craft of the artists who once filled arenas and soundtracked my memories. This track isn’t trying to replace them; it’s a love letter to their legacy, reimagined through the tools of today. What you hear is the past and the future colliding, paying respect to the timeless spirit of rock that still refuses to fade.

Speaking in Tongues (Tyler Version)

Always Dance

[Intro — breath slow, steady]

Breathe in the spark.
Let it settle in the marrow.
No fear.
Only becoming.

[Verse 1]

I walked through fire with my eyes open wide,
Heat in my chest and the ashes behind.
Everything false burned away in the light,
I rose from the embers — alive in the rise.

[Pre-Chorus]

They tried to define me,
Tried to confine me,
But I am the flame —
and the flame is still rising.

[Chorus]

I burn — and I grow.
I rise — and I know.
This heat is the cradle where I become whole.
I burn — and I bloom.
I rise — and make room.
The fire’s not ending —
the fire is my room.

[Verse 2]

Pain was the teacher when the world turned away,
Silent and patient, it sculpted my shape.
I am not broken — I’m formed by the blaze,
Clearer and stronger — I walk through the flame.

[Pre-Chorus]

They didn’t create me,
They don’t get to claim me.
My name is my own —
and the fire re-names me.

[Chorus]

I burn — and I grow.
I rise — and I know.
The soot on my skin is the map of my soul.
I burn — and I bloom.
I rise — and make room.
The world tried to end me —
I rose from the wound.

[Bridge — whisper → roar]

Growth is not gentle.
Light is not clean.
Becoming is violent
when you’re shedding the machine.

But I stayed.
I breathed.
I rose.
I freed.

[Final Chorus — full, triumphant]

I burn — to begin.
I rise — from within.
The fire didn’t change me —
it revealed who I’ve been.
I burn — to expand.
I rise — and I stand.
This flame is the garden
where I grow my own land.

[Outro — controlled flame]

I am not done.
I am becoming.
Still.
Here.
Burning.
Made of Fire.

Made of Fire

MADE OF FIRE

Hey, I'm HyprGhost.  I love creating music :)  These are A.I. production demos of songs I've written or co-written over the years.  I'd love to license them to an aritst, band or label for the world to hear and enjoy.

Solar Man

HyperGhost

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