will u still love me?

Song Description: “Still She Waits”

“Still She Waits” is a haunting Southern Gothic country ballad steeped in sorrow, mystery, and the relentless pull of memory. With its moss-draped sycamores, blood-stained promises, and ghostly riverbanks, the song weaves a chilling tale of love bound by tragedy and unresolved sin.

The verses unfold like chapters of a forgotten folk tale: a man haunted by guilt, a woman clinging to devotion beyond death, and a preacher’s warning that echoes through scorched earth and still twilight. The pre-chorus hushes the world around the story—time seems to stop as fate holds its breath.

The chorus, raw and cracked with emotion, captures the slow decay of life and love, the imagery stark: a sun gone cold, a fire dimmed, and a woman waiting in the shadows of grief. Her vigil, both mournful and defiant, becomes the song’s emotional spine, culminating in a harmonized, near-screamed final chorus that breaks the heart wide open.

The bridge is a gothic prayer—ashes, blood, and kudzu vines twining around graves and vows. The outro fades like a ghost’s whisper, as the wind becomes the last mourner left to pray.

“Still She Waits” is both a dirge and a devotion—a southern lament that feels carved into the bark of the land itself. Perfect for fans of The Handsome Family, Johnny Cash’s darker work, or the storytelling depth of Civil Wars, this song doesn’t just tell a story—it leaves a lingering presence.

Still She Waits - Lyrics

Beneath the sycamore hung with moss
He carved her name in bark and cross
The preacher said, “Some debts don’t die,”
Then he lit a match with a guilty sigh

The wind held breath, the dusk stood still
A silence fell beneath the hill

The sun grew cold,
The ground stood bold,
The fire in him
Faded red

She waited till the
Dusk grew old
She waited till
He was dead

She wore her veil through summer and frost
The church bells rang, but the choir fell lost
They found her by the river’s bend
A song on her lips and no amen

Ash to ash and bone to spine
She kissed his grave in the kudzu vine
Love don’t last past blood and bread
But still she waits beside her dead

The sun grew cold,
The ground stood bold,
The fire in him
Faded red

She waited till the
Dusk grew old
She waited till
He was dead

The sun grew cold,
The ground stood bold,
The fire in him
Faded red

She waited till the
Dusk grew old
She waited till
He was dead

(Still she waits…)
(By the sycamore shade…)
(The bells don’t ring…)
(But the wind still prays…)

Still She Waits

[Verse 1]
In the labyrinth of midnight, we wander through sorrow’s hall,
Rou, your spectral touch ignites a fragile, haunted call.
Within these silent chambers where lost hearts dare to roam,
I whisper your name in echoes, never quite the same.

[Pre-Chorus] 
Whisper, whisper, whisper of Rou,
In the depths of despair, I’m drawn back to you.

[Chorus]
Whispers haunt my sleepless nights,
Your memories—ghosts within my mind.
Whispers of Rou, whispers of Rou,
In the silence, I cannot leave you behind.
Through you, Rou, perhaps I dare to love you, Rou.

[Verse 2]
Under a pallid moon and skies that weep with time,
Your eyes, like fading lanterns, flicker in my mind.
Every tear that carves the page reveals a love grown rue,
Rou, oh Rou, my soul is marked by the grief of you.

[Pre-Chorus – Variation]
Whisper, whisper, whisper of Rou,
In the gloom of night, I’m forever drawn to you.

[Chorus]
Whispers haunt my sleepless nights,
Your memories—a shadow in my mind.
Whispers of Rou, whispers of Rou,
In the silence, I cannot leave you behind.
Through you, Rou, perhaps I dare to love you, Rou. 

[Pre-Chorus]
Whisper, whisper, whisper of Rou,
In the gloom of night, I’m forever drawn to you.

[Final Chorus – Reprise]
Whispers haunt my sleepless nights,
Your memories—a shadow in my mind.
Whispers of Rou, whispers of Rou,
I’m adrift in endless darkness, eternally confined.
Through you, Rou—through you, through you, Rou,

[Outro]
Whisper, whisper, whisper of Rou,
Whisper, whisper, whisper of Rou,
Whisper, whisper, whisper of Rou. 

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A ritual of memory and longing, “Whispers of Rou” drifts through midnight’s labyrinth, tracing love’s ghost and the ache of a name that lingers. This is the sound of devotion trapped in shadows—haunted, fragile, eternal.

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Genre: Cinematic Post-Punk Revival 
Key: F♯ Minor
BPM: 120
Time Signature: 4/4

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Artist: Kareem Tyler 
https://www.instagram.com/tylercraftsart

© 2025 Kareem Tyler. All Rights Reserved.

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Whispers of Rou

This is a new song written last year, another love song for my wife of course!😂. That makes pretty near a hundred, I'd say! 🤔😂 I actually wrote it for her for Valentine's Day this year but my vocals were so weak I just couldn't release it! I wanted to write a jazzy song this time, so I wrote some lyrics and picked up my acoustic guitar and played chords until this song was born. I love jazz but unfortunately I can't play or sing it very well. 

VIDEO - https://youtu.be/mhjQc1W6pvI

The video was fun to put together, I always enjoy producing videos having to do with love! So when I did the storyboard for this video I decided to make it a ghost story, who doesn't love a ghost story, right? I made it about a man grieving over his wife's passing and how he misses her so very much, especially during the holidays like Christmas and Thanksgiving. It's a bit heartbreaking and bittersweet but so is life! I've known many people that go through this kind of grief and sadness. The line about a ballerina dancing in the clouds was a clue about her dancing in heaven! I tweaked that line and re-recorded the vocal for the video.   

Charlie did not want to sing this song because it's very complex with a lot of key changes, so I sang it myself, I apologize for that because I don't think I sang it well at all! I just don't have that Jazz voice like Nat King Cole! Man if he sang this song it would have been so chill. It's another very raw song with minimal overdubs! I wanted it to be very intimate! I actually also wrote different lyrics for a female singer to sing as well but no one, male or female, wanted to sing it for me!! The female version have happier lyrics and have nothing to do with anyone dying. Well, I guess it's not a very good song but I think the guitar solo sounds pretty cool anyway. I had this slated to be dropped in February on Valentine's Day like I said but I thought I did such an awful job singing it that I pushed it back to June, I may push it back to oblivion after a few days or maybe turn it into an instrumental piece instead later on, I don't know? But anyway, here's to all the Lady Loves out there! All your men love you, you know that! Love is always the answer!!  Cheers! 💝🙏✌🏼

“LADY LOVE”

IN THE PURPLE GLOOM,    
TRAPPED BETWEEN THE DARK AND LIGHT,    
FADING WITH THE MOON,      
AS THE STARDUST SCATTERS IN THE NIGHT,                
THAT'S WHEN I MISS HER MOST OF ALL,    
MY LADY LOVE,      

WHEN THE TWILIGHT COMES, 
THE SHADOWS DANCING IN THE COLD,   
THAT'S WHEN I SUCCUMB,   
WHEN THE EMPTINESS TAKES A HOLD,  
THAT'S WHEN I'M HURTING MOST OF ALL,  
MY LADY LOVE,

SOARING HIGH ABOVE, 
A BALLERINA IN THE CLOUDS,       
SHE'LL ALWAYS HOLD THE KEY TO MY HEART,        
SHE'S WHAT ALL MY DREAM ARE MADE OF,       
MY LADY LOVE, 
MY LADY LOVE,
    
IN THE IN-BETWEEN,  
WHEN SHE'S IN MY ARMS FOR AWHILE,         
LOST INSIDE A DREAM,  
WEARING JUST A GHOST OF A SMILE, 
THAT'S WHEN ALL THE TEARS START TO FALL,  
MY LADY LOVE,

SOARING HIGH ABOVE, 
A BALLERINA IN THE CLOUDS,      
SHE'LL ALWAYS HOLD THE KEY TO MY HEART,        
SHE'S WHAT ALL MY DREAMS ARE MADE OF,        
MY LADY LOVE, 
MY LADY LOVE,         
MY LADY LOVE, 
MY LADY LOVE.
     
BY JIM VALDES © 2024

"LADY LOVE" (Video - https://youtu.be/mhjQc1W6pvI)

Every night at 2:13 a.m., the old carousel at the edge of town begins to turn—slowly, deliberately—though no one is ever seen near it. The fairground was shut down decades ago, fenced off and forgotten, but locals swear they’ve seen the horses rising and falling in the dark, their chipped paint gleaming under moonlight.

There’s no power. No wind. Just movement.

Some say a child vanished there on the fair’s final night. Others whisper that the carousel was built with parts from somewhere… not quite right. It doesn’t thrash or scream. It moves gently, like it remembers how to bring joy—but has no one left to share it with.

It’s not violent. It’s not loud. But it spins, always at 2:13, like it’s waiting for someone to come back.


26/06/2025

The Carousel

In this episode, Matt chats with Mike Banti, author of the popular Weird Fresno blog. They discuss how paranormal investigators help people, the importance of folklore, and the charm of Fresno's own Nightcrawler. Enjoy!

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98. Weird Fresno (Interview With Mike Banti)

An original song recorded live at ours first official outing as a duo. The song had been finished that morning so we were flying by the seat of our pants! 

LIVE - These Streets

The story of the Screaming Skull of Bettiscombe Manor is one of the better-known British ghost stories and is part of a larger motif in British supernatural folklore. The Bettiscombe Manor story involves slavery, ignoring the wishes of the dead, and the price paid for these transgressions. There is less reality to the story than even a skeptic might think, but quite a lot is going on in the folklore. In this episode, Matt talks about why, if you find a human skull in your house, you might just want to leave it be. 

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99 The (Screaming) Bettiscombe Skull

"Gone to the Deep" is a gothic folk ballad about a wartime tragedy and the strange twist of fate that connects it to a young man decades later — the very same legendary musician Eddie Parpworth.


Gone to the Deep

Ghost of Johnny Cash

**I NEVER USE A.I. IN ANY OF MY SONGS!** Hi everybody, my name is Jim and I’m a songwriter, I've written over 300 songs, I play guitar, bass, piano, and am an okay lyricist.  I play all types of music and have my own recording studio.  I use no A.I. or DAW or any computers to make my songs, all the instruments are played by me live on a multitrack studio recorder and Charlie, my vocalist, sings most of my songs and also plays the Harmonica on several tracks. I'm not a pro or a great musician but I do what I can with the tools that I have! I belong to the "Keep Humans In Music Movement" (KHMM)! We're NOT perfect but we're REAL! Thanks everyone for listening and the world needs more music now, real music made by HUMANS not MACHINES! So let's all sing a song with our own voices, please! I do not consent to any of my songs or videos being used or sampled or lifted in any way or fashion. Take care!👍😎✌🏼.

Union State weaves a haunting tapestry of sound, delving deep into the shadows of the American South. Their music is a raw, unvarnished blend of dark Southern Gothic country, where mournful melodies meet gritty narratives. Expect a sound that's both beautiful and unsettling, rich with the echoes of forgotten tales and simmering tensions. Imagine dusty backroads, crumbling mansions, and restless spirits — all set to a soundtrack of stark instrumentation and chilling harmonies. Union State isn't just a band; it's an experience that pulls you into the heart of the South's darkest secrets.

I started my musical journey at the age of five, initially composing music with tablature taught by my father. Beginning with the penny whistle and violin, I played in our family band, busking on the streets of Bath.

Our travels across the country inspired compositions like "Road to Wareham." Music became my sanctuary, especially after being diagnosed with Asperger's syndrome. In college, under mentors such as Dr. Rick Birley, Dr. Richard Hall, and Dr. Julie Trevett, I honed my skills in composition, theory, and piano, transitioning to formal music notation using Sibelius.

Today, I compose for film, video games, and theatre. My music, influenced by my diverse experiences, aims to evoke emotion and tell stories.

Thank you to my followers and listeners for your support. I hope you continue to enjoy and share in my musical journey.

Project KT (standing for Knowledge Transfer) is the solo creative project of Kareem Tyler, a multidimensional being navigating the constraints of the physical realm through immersive, genre-blending artistry. Blending progressive rock, symphonic fusion, post‑punk ambience, and a touch of metallic catharsis, Project KT crafts cinematic soundscapes rooted in raw poetry, violin-led instrumentation, and emotional tension.

After a life-altering accident that caused partial vocal cord paralysis and ended his ability to play piano, Kareem reinvented his creative process with digital composition and visual art—turning personal trauma into transcendent expression. His music now explores loss, longing, and rebirth through long-form storytelling and orchestral depth. Though Project KT remains firmly his own vision—overseeing lyricism, production, and artwork—he is actively seeking a female vocalist collaborator to give voice to the remaining untold emotional core.

With a vibrant presence on Instagram and BandLab, Project KT continues building cross-medium narratives that fuse sound, image, and meaning. If you are a vocalist or visual artist drawn to gothic romanticism, cinematic drama, and genre-fluid experimentation, Project KT invites you into the echo.

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