DWTD (prod. GAXILLIC & Bonnierogerr)

“Big Bad” is a dark-pop confessional about temptation, control, and the stories we tell ourselves in the night. It reimagines Little Red Riding Hood in a city, where the hunter and the hunted blur together under blue light. Every lyric is a knife-edge between fear and desire — from the pulse of “Hunter, hunter, heart beats fast” to the whispered self-reckoning, “who’s the wolf?” Built on a slow, hypnotic groove, it’s both cinematic and deeply human — a song about agency, ambiguity, and the thrill of danger we choose. This is not a fairy tale; it’s a mirror held to the dark.

Big Bad

First single from the solo project Merricat, Vt. Hyper-emo, born from the soil of a New England cemetery on a gloomy, moonlit night.

Our Fuckin' Hell

“Too Late” by MUY SAVO dives into the aftermath of betrayal — when the one who broke your heart finally realizes what they lost. With cinematic production and haunting vocals, the song captures the weight of regret and the quiet power of moving on. A late-night R&B confession for anyone who’s ever been done wrong and found peace in letting go.

TOO LATE

six songs for the glow after healing. confidence, devotion, and the loud joy that follows quiet faith.

golden hour

A haunting bayou reimagining of the 1920s classic by Gus Kahn and Charley Straight. Howlin’ Harold and Greazy Pickin’ Tater bring a weary, ghostly warmth to “Santa Claus Blues,” blending swamp mist, lantern glow, and weathered soul into a holiday lament only the Delta could dream.

Howlin’ Harold & Greazy Pickin’ Tater — Santa Claus Blues (Gus Kahn and Charley Straight)

“Dustin” is a serene, wordless meditation from SkniTuneS — an instrumental journey that drifts between warmth and melancholy. Lush pads, delicate piano, and subtle textures blend into a cinematic landscape that captures both memory and motion, evoking quiet reflection and gentle resilience.

SkniTuneS - Dustin (Instrumental)

Conjured

Poetry into song - I made this remember a time that I have grown from. 

TELL YOU

How do I tell you,  
This truth that will break your heart,  
Love that's mine, but scarred.  

In your eyes, I see  
Disappointment, silent pain,  
Will you still love me?  

Words caught in my throat,  
Afraid to shatter the past,  
Fear of being lost.  

Will you understand,  
Or will my truth push you far,  
Leaving me alone?

~Ricky White

DO I TELL YOU?

SANTA CLAUSE

Compositor/productor/Artista.      DREAMER

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.

coming soon to all major streaming platforms:

Hopeful EP (10/24)
Becoming EP (10/28)

New tracks tagged #Moody,