"Je tuerai pour toi" est une incantation passionnelle, un chant d’amour brûlant où désir et révolte s’embrasent.
Zanzara y sculpte une poésie charnelle et rageuse, où l’intimité devient un acte de survie — fragile, sacré, incandescent.
Minimaliste et vibrante, leur musique porte ce texte comme une fièvre douce et tenace, qu’on ne peut — et ne veut — faire taire.

je tuerais pour toi

Take a ride down memory lane with "Sunday Afternoon Drive - Ballad | Nostalgic Road Trip, Americana, Folk" a ballad that weaves together heartfelt lyricism and classic Americana folk sounds. 

From the first note, this song draws you into scenes of winding highways, Sunday afternoon drives, and the small-town places where memories linger.
With every verse, the story unfolds: an old Chevy on Route 33, windows down, searching for peace and pieces of the past. Against a backdrop of gentle acoustic guitar, the song captures the bittersweet feeling of growing up, letting go, and finding yourself again where the road meets memory.

Fans of folk and Americana music who crave honest storytelling and emotional depth will feel at home here. If you love nostalgic road trips, narrative folk, and songs that invite reflection, "Sunday Afternoon Drive - Ballad | Nostalgic Road Trip, Americana, Folk" is the perfect addition to your playlist. Discover your own story between the yellow lines and the memories they hold.

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Sunday Afternoon Drive - Ballad | Nostalgic Road Trip, Americana, Folk

I dropped them slow, like little lies
Each crumb a shape of home
But I could feel the sky lean in
The trees begin to moan
They watched us walk away too far
Too deep to change our minds
And when the birds began to stir
We left no trail behind

We left no trail behind
We left no trail behind
Oh, We left no trail behind

Feed the crows, feed the crows
They know the way you chose
They’ll eat the road, they’ll eat the light
And leave you with the bones

She held my hand like kindling
Like she knew the end was fire
We slept on roots, we spoke in twigs
And dreamed of bread and wire
But I saw feathers in the dusk
And hunger in the trees
The forest wasn’t keeping us
It taught the crows to feed

It taught the crows to feed
It taught the crows to feed
Oh, It taught the crows to feed
Feed the crows, feed the crows
They circle what you owe
They do not mourn, they do not wait
They take it nice and slow

So now I walk with black-winged ghosts
The path a line of smoke
My sister somewhere deeper still
The woods her wedding cloak
And me, I lay the final piece
Where no one dares to go
A final crumb, a quiet gift—
An altar for the crows

An altar for the crows
An altar for the crows
Oh, An altar for the crows

Feed The Crows

Held at Last

PIONEER

A song in the style of a gaelic folk song, although from an idea from hearing a Georgian folk song. The original lyrics were quite sparse and left a lot unsaid. I tried to write in a similar style, but felt it needed  a little more of the story. This was added from the perspective of the traveller. But left with some of the story untold as in the original

An Offer Of Help

A closing whisper of calm and return. “Whisper of Stillness” invites you to slow down, to rest, to listen — and to remember that peace is not something to find, but something that gently finds you.

Whisper of Stillness

[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.

[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]
Forever haunted, shadows fall,
Her whispered name, my silent call.
In every breath, a fading light,
I chase the ghost that haunts the night.

[Bridge]
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.

[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.

[Chorus]
Forever haunted, shadows fall,
Her whispered name, my silent call.
In every breath, a fading light,
I chase the ghost that haunts the night.

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

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“Moonlight” is a ghostly lament wrapped in the aching embrace of Alternative Rock and cinematic Gothic Rock.

Every verse is steeped in shadow and silver, as deep vocals and mournful violin weave through a landscape of memories forever drifting in the dark.

This is a hymn to lost love and eternal longing — a tribute to those who haunt our hearts long after they’re gone.

Drift with the tides of this sorrowful melody and let its gentle ache illuminate the dark places where hope still whispers.

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Genre: Alternative Rock / Cinematic Gothic Rock 
Key: F Major
BPM: 120
Time Signature: 4/4

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A tribute to Professor Severus Snape ♡

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Artist: Kareem Tyler 
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Moonlight

I’m breathing fading lines, blurred and cruel
Trapped in your buckshot eyes, a cruel soft hue
I can’t recall where we broke
My dear, don’t unspool me
Can I call it all a joke?
And you-
Just stay here and undo me

I don’t know where we start or end
My dear, don’t unspool me
In you, I find my shape again
My dear, say you didn't fool me

Green grows where our bodies once lay, was it true?
You wear your quiet prize, masking through

I know you are heaven sent
My dear, don’t unspool me
By you, stitched back to shape again
My dear, say you didn't fool me

Oh, what a waste—your heaven turns to splinters, always
Oh, what a way—to be bound to your hunger, your ache
Oh, what a way—to be guarding a heaven you made
Oh, what a place—you erase

I’m breathing fading lines, blurred and cruel
Trapped in your buckshot eyes, a cruel soft hue

1986

Asha - Im Not Yours

Here's my first original song on piano filled with emotions I hope you like it..
Lyrics:
Hey you beautiful angel can u hear me when I’m shouting you I need you come back home

Hey you sweet beautiful angel can u hear me when I’m shouting you I need you come back home

Hey you you have a gorgeous smile to light my
day even if u far for miles away I’d take my way to get to u 

Hey you I know there are some nights we’re separated but under the same stars every night we lay I’m just thinking bout you

Hey you you have a gorgeous smile to light my
day even if u far for miles away I’d take my way to get to you

Hey you I know there are some nights we’re separated but under the same stars every night we lay I’m just thinking bout you

You’re the light of my night you’re the moon ur the bright side of my entire life
Of my entire life

You’re an angel you’re a wish when I’m with you ain’t no rush I’d wanna stop the time

I’m the sunshine of ur day I’m you’re guard to keep u away from the sadness
From the sadness
From the sadness

Baby look me in my eye take my hand and hold me tight you know I want this
You know I want this
You know I want this with you
Hmmm with you
With you beautiful angel
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Beautiful Angel (Official Audio)

Project KT (Knowledge Transfer) is the solo vision of Kareem Tyler—a multidimensional artist navigating the limits of the physical realm through immersive, genre-blending sound. Fusing progressive rock, symphonic fusion, post-punk ambience, and metallic catharsis, Project KT crafts cinematic soundscapes led by violin, orchestral depth, and raw poetic tension.

After a life-altering accident caused partial vocal cord paralysis and ended his ability to play piano, Kareem rebuilt his artistry through digital composition and visual design—transforming personal trauma into transcendent expression.

That rebirth came to life in Echoes of the Void (2025), a symphonic progressive metal epic charting entropy, solitude, and rebirth across expansive movements. Its companion, Beyond the Void, reimagined the work as a cinematic and orchestral odyssey, featuring Canadian singer-songwriter Valeria Rusnak, whose operatic vocals added radiant contrast to Kareem’s baritone foundation. Together, they forged a dialogue of shadow and light, entropy and grace.

Though Project KT remains firmly Kareem’s vision—writing, producing, and shaping every detail—he is actively seeking a female vocalist to further embody its still-untold emotional core. With an evolving presence on Instagram, BandLab, and SoundCloud, Project KT continues to weave cross-medium narratives that fuse sound, image, and meaning.

For listeners and collaborators drawn to gothic romanticism, cinematic drama, and genre-fluid experimentation, Project KT offers more than music—it is an echo unfolding into infinity.