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Flowstate

Bubbles

Genre: Dark Electronic / Slow Glitch / Ambient Synthwave

A tribal-meditative piece: the lyric is built around dissolution—minds blending, memories slipping into each other, the self thinning out until it becomes a shared field. It carries the feeling of two consciousnesses drifting upward, leaving the density of Earth behind, pulled back toward a primal moment where everything originated. The phrasing is sparse on purpose; each line is meant to feel like a thought half-formed, as if spoken inside an echo chamber rather than out loud.

The melody supports that dissolving quality. It stays low, slow, and breath-heavy in the opening, giving space for the words to float. When the tempo jumps, the motif fractures—glitches, slices, micro-arps—mirroring the lyric’s themes of memory fragmentation and recombination. The return to the slow tempo restores the sense of drifting back toward a singular origin, the motif intact but worn down, like something remembered across lifetimes. The sound and text lean into the same direction: loss of boundaries, soft merging, a slow ascent into oneness.

Mind Jungle

HIT THE JAWN

Egy érzelmi hullámzás zenéje. 
Bizonytalanságból indul, majd lassan fénybe fordul. 
Lebegés, megadás, újraépülés – a saját stílusomban, csendből születő fényhangként.

Nem tudom

Felgyülemlő energia, belső vibráció és lassú oldódás. 
A feszültségből fény születik – ez a track átvezet a szorításból a felszabadulásba. 
A saját stílusomban: csendből születő fényhang.

Feszültség

An effortless, breezy groove about the kind of love you don't have to think about. It’s not a choice; it’s biological. Hard-wired in the heart. Just open your eyes, you're already there.

Autopilot

Okay Its Rockin! p. sheepy x napalm

green out

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.

Minden zeném egy pillanat, ahol kinyílik a belső színpad.

Manifest to be the best say that shit with your chest 

-Moonrock

Experimental music, blending genres to achieve new melodies and rhythms.

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