Verse 1  
Drifting through the neon haze,  
Lost in endless, glowing maze.  
Every sound a quiet plea,  
Falling deep in reverie.  

Pre-Chorus  
The city hums, the stars collide,  
Dreams unfold where hearts reside.  

Chorus  
Neon reverie, take me slow,  
Through the places lights still glow.  
Every echo, soft and free,  
Drown me in this reverie.  

Verse 2  
Glass reflections in your eyes,  
Flicker under cobalt skies.  
Through the silence, through the air,  
Neon dreams are waiting there.  

Pre-Chorus  
The city hums, the stars collide,  
Dreams unfold where hearts reside.  

Chorus  
Neon reverie, take me slow,  
Through the places lights still glow.  
Every echo, soft and free,  
Drown me in this reverie.  

Bridge  
Even when the lights decay,  
Colors never fade away.  
Through the dark, I start to see,  
The glow of our reverie.  

Final Chorus  
Neon reverie, take me slow,  
Through the places lights still glow.  
Every echo, soft and free,  
Drown me in this reverie.  

Neon Reverie

Verse 1  
Round and round the lights go dim,  
Ghostly music, soft and slim.  
Every smile a painted lie,  
Shadow spins beneath the sky.  

Pre-Chorus  
Echoed laughter fades away,  
Still I dance where shadows play.  

Chorus  
Shadow carousel, turning slow,  
Every secret starts to show.  
Through the mirrors, through the pain,  
Round we go again, again.  

Verse 2  
Broken horses made of glass,  
Dreams like smoke begin to pass.  
Every whisper, every call,  
Pulls me deeper through the hall.  

Pre-Chorus  
Echoed laughter fades away,  
Still I dance where shadows play.  

Chorus  
Shadow carousel, turning slow,  
Every secret starts to show.  
Through the mirrors, through the pain,  
Round we go again, again.  

Bridge  
If I fall, don’t set me free,  
Let the dark remember me.  
Every spin, a sweet farewell,  
Lost inside this carousel.  

Final Chorus  
Shadow carousel, turning slow,  
Every secret starts to show.  
Through the mirrors, through the pain,  
Round we go again, again.  

Shadow Carousel

“Draw The Cats” is a modern ritual disguised as a pop song—a spell against fear, loneliness, and late-night chaos. It’s about making art that protects its maker. Ink turns into light; creation becomes survival. When the world feels too loud, draw the cats.

Draw the Cats

☁️ Remember when September still flirted with sunshine and you thought life had meaning? Yeah, me neither. October rolled in like that one friend who always brings fog, steals your lighter, and whispers "holy holy melancholy" in your ear until you surrender to wet streets and early darkness.

This track is basically a sad love letter to the last warm beer garden evening, a breakup with summer, and a moody autumn hymn for everyone who stares at raindrops on windows like it’s a Netflix drama.

⚡ Expect chillwave layers, foggy synth pads, and the ghost of August haunting every note.
⚡ Warning: side effects include staring out of bus windows dramatically, writing unread messages, and Googling “can you get vitamin D from a kebab shop neon light?”

If you’ve ever thought “this drizzle is my personality now” — this one’s for you.

Lyrics:

September faded warm, it slipped right through my hands,
Now October breathes in shadows across this quiet land.
The fog creeps low at sunrise, the air is sharp and thin,
I trace the ghost of summer, but I can’t get back within.

August whispers like a photograph,
Two months gone, never coming back.
The streets are wet, the silence deep,
The sky bends down until I sleep.

Holy, holy melancholy,
Wraps around and won’t let go of me.
Deep clouds pressing on my soul,
Pointless days that swallow whole.
Holy, holy melancholy,
You’re the hymn of autumn’s elegy.

Early dark descends like ink upon the page,
Hopelessness grows louder, a quiet kind of rage.
Each streetlight hums a requiem, each raindrop marks the time,
And I keep drifting further from a meaning I can’t find.

September’s warmth feels like a dream,
But October cuts in muted schemes.
I walk alone through empty skies,
With every breath the summer dies.

Holy, holy melancholy,
Wraps around and won’t let go of me.
Deep clouds pressing on my soul,
Pointless days that swallow whole.
Holy, holy melancholy,
You’re the hymn of autumn’s elegy.

Fog in the morning, silence at night,
Life feels so fragile under dim streetlight.
If summer was a promise, autumn is a lie,
And winter waits with colder eyes.

Holy, holy melancholy,
Sing your song and bury me slowly.
Deep clouds pressing on my soul,
Pointless days that swallow whole.
Holy, holy melancholy...

Melancholy

🇺🇸
 A love that binds, bruises, and calls itself devotion.
 She stays quiet, bleeds softly, and learns to obey — until the silence finally breaks.
 “I bark for peace, you crave my noise.”
 It’s not love when control wears the mask of care.
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 사랑이라 부르기엔 너무 잔인한 관계.
 조용히 피 흘리며 복종을 배웠지만, 결국 침묵은 터져버린다.
 “평화를 짖어도, 넌 내 소음만 원했지.”
 통제를 사랑이라 믿은 사람들에게 보내는 절규.

목줄 (Leash) (Indie Rock Ballad ver.)

A stone falls into the well and never lands. That’s the image that started this track — a meditation on depth, mystery, and the human need to search where answers may never come. “Deep, deeper, the deepest” is not just a refrain; it’s a reminder that truth often hides where light cannot reach, and that sometimes the search itself reveals more than the destination.

This song drifts between shadows and echoes, between hope and futility. It asks: what lies beneath our questions? Gold, grief, or nothing at all? In the end, perhaps the greatest wisdom is to accept that not every secret is meant to be uncovered.

A chillwave journey for late nights, headphones, and anyone who has ever stared too long into the dark — and felt it staring back.

Lyrics:

I dropped a stone into the well,
It never hit the ground I could tell.
The echo faded, swallowed whole,
A depth beyond my mind’s control.

What are you hiding under there?
Gold or grief or just thin air?
I leaned too far, I lost my grip,
Fell into the endless crypt.

Deep, deeper, the deepest —
Truth costs a fortune, lies come the cheapest.
Deep, deeper, the deepest —
The darker it gets, the brighter the secrets.

A whisper calls from underneath,
A siren’s song, a riddle’s teeth.
Is it a chest with locks of rust?
Or just the dust of ancient trust?

Maybe a voice that begs release,
Maybe a scroll with broken peace.
Maybe the wisdom no one claimed,
Or maybe nothing — all the same.

Deep, deeper, the deepest —
Truth costs a fortune, lies come the cheapest.
Deep, deeper, the deepest —
The darker it gets, the brighter the secrets.

I asked the depth, “What do you keep?”
It only answered back with sleep.
I asked again, “Why go so far?”
It laughed like some forgotten star.

And then I saw — the joke was me,
Searching where I’ll never see.
Not every door is meant to bend,
Not every question needs an end.

Deep, deeper, the deepest —
Truth costs a fortune, lies come the cheapest.
Deep, deeper, the deepest —
Go lose yourself, go laugh with the secrets.

Go deep… deeper… deeper than reason,
Some things are made to stay out of season.
Go deep… deeper… don’t ask me why,
Some mysteries live, some answers must die.

Deeper

Imagine The Cure got locked in IKEA overnight, R.E.M. overslept and missed rehearsal, and Johnny Marr had to write a song about hitting snooze 14 times in a row. That’s basically this track.

It’s the indie rock hymn for anyone who’s ever stared at the clock during the day and thought: “Seriously, is this thing even moving, or is time just gaslighting me?”

Grey mornings, mocking clocks, and the eternal struggle between being a functioning human vs. becoming a blanket burrito — all wrapped in jangly guitars and post-punk gloom you can actually dance-cry to.

So go ahead: close the curtains, throw on your headphones, and pretend the world doesn’t exist until at least noon tomorrow. This song won’t judge you. In fact, it’ll probably join you under the covers.

Lyrics:

Grey light burns my weary eyes,
Every hour a thin disguise.
I drag my body through the day,
Hoping night will steal me away.

The sun feels heavy, the world’s too loud,
But in my dreams, I lose the crowd.

When finally this day is done?
I want to escape, I want to run!
Into the bed, into the deep,
Where I belong, where I can sleep.

The clocks keep mocking, hands don’t move,
The daylight leaves me nothing to prove.
But silence waits behind the dark,
To heal my soul, relight the spark.

The night forgives what day denies,
I close my heart, I close my eyes.

When finally this day is done?
I want to escape, I want to run!
Into the bed, into the deep,
Where I belong, where I can sleep.

Don’t wake me, don’t break me,
This fragile peace can save me.
Dreams hold me, they own me,
The night’s the only place I’m free.

When finally this day is done?
I want to escape, I want to run!
Into the bed, into the deep,
Where I belong, where I can sleep.

Daylight fades, I disappear,
The night’s my truth

When Finally This Day Is Done?

There’s a quiet truth hiding between arguments and reconciliations — the rhythm of relationships that break and mend, sometimes within the same day. “Obviously” drifts through that cycle with the warmth of nostalgia and the chill of déjà vu — where every fight feels like the end, and every morning somehow resets the world again.

Layered over dreamy synths and gentle basslines, the lyrics sketch the comedy and tragedy of domestic life: the cat litter that sparks a cold war, the Tesla dreams that fade by breakfast, the moods that rise and fall like ocean tides. It’s funny, yes — but behind the laughter lies something tender and real: the quiet endurance of love that keeps going, even when it shouldn’t have to.

This is music for those who’ve argued, apologized, and brewed tea in the same breath — who understand that peace in love isn’t permanent, but cyclical, fragile, and strangely beautiful.

🎧 Play it on a quiet evening. Let it wash over you like memory and irony sharing the same bed.

Lyrics:

You said the car was ancient,
And we need electric dreams.
You stormed out to the garden,
Cursing gasoline.
I spent the night on Google,
Reading Tesla magazines —
Next morning you said softly,
“Why are you talking about machines?”

’Cause yesterday you were fed up with me — obviously.
Throwing thunder like a queen of tragedy.
But now you’re smiling, drinking your tea,
Like nothing ever happened —
Well, maybe it’s me.
’Cause yesterday you were fed up with me, obviously.

You told me clean the cat’s throne,
I said, “Sure,” and then I dozed.
You found it, hissed like lightning —
I swear the litter froze.
You slammed the door dramatically,
Declared I’m lazy scum,
Today you hum Adele songs,
And call me “Sweetie-bum.”

But yesterday you were fed up with me — obviously.
You threatened to move in with your mom in Sicily.
But now you’re humming songs in C-major key,
Like peace has landed in our balcony.
Yeah, yesterday you were fed up with me, obviously.

I keep a list of topics banned,
Like “vacations” and “curtains” and “brand of jam.”
You’ll find a reason, out of thin air,
To start a war — and forget it’s there.
So I just nod, and sip my brew,
Waitin’ for the next déjà-vu.

You cried ‘bout kitchen color,
Said “Mint green makes me sick!”
Now the walls are painted lilac,
And you ask, “Who did this trick?”
I tried to fix what broke your mood,
But moods are clouds at sea —
Drifting fast, and laughing loud,
While I keep my sanity.

But yesterday you were fed up with me — obviously.
You nearly threw the wedding china at me.
But now you’re sweet as a summer breeze,
Kissin’ my cheek like an amnesty.
So I’ll enjoy it while it’s calm and free —
Till the next storm hits at three.
’Cause yesterday you were fed up with me — obviously.

Everything’s fine again? You’re not angry anymore?
Right… let’s wait for the next issue — should arrive soon.

Obviously

ROSES is about distance. Not the kind you measure in miles, but the kind that grows between two people who still love each other but can’t seem to find their way back.

The song follows both sides of that silence. The female vocals carry the ache of wanting to be let back in, while the male verse is a confession… the guilt, the fear, the self-sabotage that love sometimes exposes.

It’s late night energy,cinematic, emotional, the kind of song you listen to alone with your thoughts.

“Twelve dozen roses, twelve dozen tears.”

Love can be beautiful, but it can bleed too.

ROSES

[Intro]
they said, “go toward the light.”
but i never liked the way it burned.
i was raised in the shade,
learnt love from things that never returned.
that’s just how it go…
where the dark things go.

[Verse 1]
yeah, i been runnin’ on fumes,
half hope, half truths.
tried prayin’ to somethin’
but it never came through.
look, i ain’t scared of hell,
i already been there twice.
you call it depression,
i call it life.
got a heart full of ash,
lungs full of smoke,
and a couple “i love you’s” i never spoke.
these nights hit different when you don’t belong,
still hummin’ pain like it’s my favorite song.

[Hook]
where the dark things go…
that’s where i find home.
where the dark things go…
i’m never alone.

[Verse 2]
i don’t chase light no more,
it never waited for me.
the dark, it don’t ask questions,
it just lets me be.
i learned more from silence
than the sermons they preach.
pain was the only teacher
that could actually reach.
i’m tryna make peace with my reflection,
but she don’t look back, just stares—
like, “girl, you lost or you found?”
and i don’t even care.
maybe i’m just floatin’ through a memory,
tryna stay steady in the slow decay of me.

[Bridge]
the light forgives,
but it forgets you too.
the dark don’t promise nothin’,
but it always comes through.
so if you can’t find me tomorrow,
don’t follow the glow —
i just went home,
where the dark things go.

[Final Hook]
where the dark things go…
you’ll hear my voice in the low.
where the dark things go…
that’s where i still grow.

[Outro]
I'm just—
where the dark things go.

Dark Things

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Doksy. is a songwriter from British Columbia, whose music blends the soulful rhythms of indie, contemporary R&B, and psychedelic pop.

#Doksy. #Songwriter #Instrumental #Vocal #Producer

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.

moozi(無知)
IG: @moozi_muzic
Youtube: @moozi_muzic

moozi comes from “무지 (無知),” a Korean word for “not knowing.”
But to me, it’s more about the feelings we can’t hide—loving too much, missing too much, living with too much heart.
These songs are little snapshots of city life, soft voices for quiet nights, and comfort for anyone who needs it.

‘모른다’는 뜻. 
저에겐 무지가 곧 숨길 수 없는 감정—
무지하게 사랑하고, 보고 싶고, 살아가고 싶은 마음입니다.
제 음악이 누군가의 삶에 작은 위로가 된다면 그것만으로 충분합니다.

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I’m here for one simple reason: to share my music with you.
Take a listen, explore, and I hope something here resonates with you. Enjoy the vibe!

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