“Bad Dog” is a tender, gut-punch acoustic story about grace, second chances, and the kind of love that stays when you’ve made an absolute mess of things. Told through the metaphor of a dog who chews up quiet and runs from every hand, the song slowly unfolds into a confession of shame, fear, and unworthiness—met not with punishment, but with a soft voice, an open door, and a hand that just rests gently on your head. Stripped-back guitar, intimate vocals, and a slow-build bridge make this feel like a late-night apology whispered at the foot of the bed.

Bad Dog

A stripped-down Americana blues track about playing poker with pennies because you’re broke—but together. Sparse guitar, brushed drums, and weary vocals give it the sound of two people surviving side by side in the cold.

HARD APPALACHIAN

PENNIES ON THE TABLE

“Glass of Water” is a tender, late-night piano ballad about the quiet kind of love that saves you—slowly, wordlessly, one breath at a time. Soft, creaky-room ambience, whispered vocals, and sparse, emotional piano capture the moment of waking from a bad dream and reaching instinctively for the person who grounds you. No metaphors too big, no grand gestures—just the holiness of someone who is clear, cold, true, and always there in the dark. It’s intimate, sacred, and minimal—perfect for headphones, quiet nights, and hearts that need soft places to land.

Glass of Water

“Paper” is a fragile, gut-level ballad told from the perspective of the page that catches everything you can’t say out loud. Dry, close-mic’d vocals, slow cello, and gentle guitar frame the image of blank paper waiting on the edge of a desk, ready to absorb anger, grief, and all the words stuck behind your teeth. It’s about the quiet mercy of having somewhere safe to put your storm—something willing to be torn, crumpled, burned, and thrown without ever turning away. It’s intimate, poetic, and deeply cathartic—perfect for late nights, journals, and anyone who’s ever written just to survive the day.

Paper

“The Wolf” is a cinematic folk-ballad about taking in a wounded wildness—about letting something feral, frightened, and starving finally rest. Soft piano, sighing strings, and close-mic’d vocals build a sanctuary of warm lamplight against a frozen world. The wolf is all hunger and frost; the narrator is all trembling mercy. As the orchestral swell rises, the song becomes a promise: you don’t have to roam, fight, or bare your teeth anymore. Not here. It’s intimate, mythic, and deeply human—perfect for quiet nights, healing hearts, and anyone who’s ever finally felt safe.

The Wolf

“Emergency Contact” is a massive, heart-splitting cinematic ballad about grief so deep it refuses to update its paperwork. Built on solo piano, rising strings, stadium drums, whispered choir, and a gospel-soaked chorus, the song follows the moment you freeze on a medical form—knowing the person you’d call in crisis is gone, but writing their name anyway. It’s about unreachable numbers, muscle-memory love, and the kind of loyalty that survives death itself. It rises from fragile confession to full-band, sky-breaking catharsis—a spiritual, orchestral storm for anyone who still dials a number they know won’t pick up.

Emergency Contact

“Explaining Heaven” is a devastatingly tender acoustic ballad about grief, loyalty, and the one heart in the house who doesn’t understand why the door never opens anymore. Fingerpicked guitar and low, mournful cello frame the story of a dog still sprinting to the gate, checking every window, stalling at the corner where you used to meet, and wagging at strangers who almost look like you. The narrator is stuck with the impossible task of “explaining heaven to a dog” while secretly clinging to the hope that maybe the dog sees something they can’t. It’s intimate, cinematic, and quietly brutal—the kind of song that sits with you long after the last line fades.

Explaining Heaven

A Spanish acoustic lullaby (“canción de cuna”) with a hushed, intimate vocal and minimal accompaniment—soft nylon-string guitar, light piano pads, and subtle glockenspiel/strings for moonlit shimmer. The melody flows in calm, rocking phrases; lyrics evoke moonlight, fairies, and peaceful sleep. Warm, spacious reverb and no percussive drive keep the track soothing for bedtime, relaxation, and baby/parent playlists.

Nanas de papá: canciones para dormir bebé

Duerme, mi niño: canción de cuna

“Milk and Honey” is a quiet song about grief hiding in the most ordinary corners of a kitchen. A widower circles his house, clutching a curling yellow grocery list—eggs, bread, wine, a little heart drawn at the bottom—that turned into the last request his partner ever made. The track is stripped to bare acoustic guitar and a close, fragile vocal. You can almost hear the room: fridge hum, breath, the space between words. No big drums, no huge chorus—just a person who can’t bring themselves to buy the things on that list, because doing it would make the loss too real. This is for anyone who has ever stared at something small and everyday and felt their whole world break.

Milk and Honey

EN
Song from the original soundtrack of the film “È quattro giorni che ti amo” by Francesco Lomastro.
An Italian-language piece for voice and acoustic guitar, performed by Alessandra Parisi.

IT
Brano tratto dalla colonna sonora del film “È quattro giorni che ti amo” di Francesco Lomastro.
Canzone per voce e chitarra, con testo in italiano, interpretata da Alessandra Parisi.

Tony Carnevale Website

NON CADRA' - From the Original Motion Picture “È Quattro Giorni Che Ti Amo”

Jericho Records USA – The Story Behind the Sound

Welcome to Jericho Records USA.
This isn’t a traditional label — it’s the archive of a lifetime spent writing, recording, experimenting, breaking rules, and rebuilding myself through music.

The original Jericho Records was an independent label my father started in the 1950s. What you’re hearing here is something new — my continuation of that legacy, shaped by the times, the tools, and the life I’ve lived.

I grew up in a musical home. My father ran the church music ministry, my mother played piano, and I was singing before I could read. Drums at 5. Guitar at 7. Bass. Saxophone. Piano. Songwriting became the way I made sense of the world, and I’ve written close to a thousand songs — with thousands more to come. I later graduated from Full Sail University with a degree in Audio Production, blending old-school recording with modern technology.

You’ll notice the sounds here are diverse. That’s intentional.
I create under different artist names, different styles, different worlds — but the voice behind all of it is mine.

And to be fully transparent:

• Some tracks are traditional studio recordings — real drums, real guitars, real vocals, all performed by me.
• Some tracks blend live instruments, VSTs, and AI-assisted production.
• Some began as my raw guitar or vocal recording and were “covered” or re-interpreted through AI tools.
• Some are fully AI-generated compositions created from my prompts.
• But every song — no matter the method — was written by me and comes from real experiences, real chapters of my life.

AI, to me, is another instrument — another creative partner.
It doesn’t replace my voice or my story; it helps me bring more of it into the world.

Over the years I’ve worked with incredible people, including Dez Dickerson (Prince & The Revolution) and Tim Gaines (Stryper), and I’ve shared stages with bands like Drivin’ N’ Cryin, Corey Taylor, Saving Abel, Hinder, and Avenged Sevenfold. But the journey didn’t end there — it evolved.

Jericho Records USA is where all those chapters live at once:
the human hands, the digital experiments, the scars, the healing, the imagination, and the divine spark that keeps me creating.

If you’re here, I hope you find something that resonates — something that reminds you that music, in any form, is a lifeline.

— Jericho

I’m a composer, songwriter, arranger, orchestrator, orchestra & choir conductor, music producer, mentor, writer, and researcher.
My work moves freely across different forms of expression — from Progressive Rock and Modern Symphony to Classical Piano, Songwriting, and Cinematic Music.
Over the years, I’ve shared projects with remarkable artists — including collaborations with Francesco Di Giacomo and Rodolfo Maltese of Banco del Mutuo Soccorso — and composed original scores for film, television, and symphonic productions that have reached international audiences.
As a mentor and educator, I’ve created the ANORA method, together with formative paths and musical laboratories exploring music as a uniquely human language — expressive, relational, and representative of inner experience.
In my poetic vision, sound itself becomes an image — a mental landscape that connects the composer’s inner vision with the listener’s imagination.
Each work blends tradition and innovation through orchestral writing, progressive structures, and storytelling soundscapes.
Every “side” of my music reflects a different perspective — all parts of the same creative vision.

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.

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