Seeking a Michigan-affiliated artist to record "Backyard in Michigan"

Backyard In Michigan (Demo)

Backyard Satellites - Single

promises

Diamond wrist

“My Dog’s Birthday” is a sun-soaked, feel-good acoustic jam about ditching work, firing up the grill, and throwing a full-on party for the best boy in the world. Upbeat guitars, warm harmonies, steel-drum accents, and ocean ambience create a breezy, barefoot-by-the-water vibe. It’s all ribeye on paper plates, party hats on floppy ears, mailmen shaking their heads, and one very happy human using his dog’s big day as the perfect excuse to celebrate being alive. Funny, tender, and weirdly emotional by the final chorus—it’s the soundtrack for anyone who loves their dog a little too much and is totally fine with that.

My Dog's Birthday

Do me the same (Prod.22nate)

New7

48 - Last night (extended demo 2.0)

Chopstick (Topoppgen mix)

prod by me >,.,<

Lyrics:

[Intro]
(FUCK)
You dont fuckin know
You dont fuckin know
You got my fuckin note
You got my death note

[Verse]
Write your name on my tombstone for me, my dear
I just pray that youre too gone for me, i swear
Already know how i came up
But i just care
Is it something more or would you like to share?

[Verse 2]
Lock myself in the bathroom, i just wanna cry
Hurt myself in the worst way, i just wanna die
Wanna rip my life, i wanna rip my life
I just went to the kitchen and i grab the knife

Lock myself in the bathroom, i just wanna die
Blood splatter on her face, she lookin mortified
I run away from here cuz i dont wanna fight
You tried to takе my soul, you tried to take my life
(i triеd to take my life
I tried to take my life
Ouuuu
Tried to take my life

rip my life apart

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.

formerly ZG, now Zack.G. just a little rebrand

PM me if you want to collab

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