Techno track but every instrument is on LSD :)

Tididou Troubilou


We were ghosts, my love, my flame,
Lost inside a broken frame.
Time was glass beneath our feet,
Cracked in rhythm, dark and sweet.
The river moon, it watched us spin,
Your touch — the fire beneath my skin.
Whispered hearts, too wild to last,
We danced through particles of the past.
(Chorus)
Step — turn — the shadows cast,
Round and round, the memories dance.
Every breath, a spark of pain,
Every kiss, the fall of rain.
Hold me close, this night won’t last,
We’re burning slow —
In the particles of the past.
(Verse 2)
In the castle of the sky we played,
Two souls in red and silver shade.
Our youth — a song we couldn’t keep,
Our promise — buried deep.
Now your eyes ignite the dark,
A thousand stars, a single spark.
Still the music pulls us fast,
Through the particles of the past.
(Chorus)
Step — turn — the shadows cast,
Round and round, the memories dance.
Every tear becomes the rain,
That wakes the rose again.
Hold me close, don’t move too fast,
We’re spinning slow —
Through the particles of the past.
(Bridge)
Yes, we died, my dearest heart,
But death can’t tear this love apart.
The river hums our vow again,
The moonlight calls your name.
Reborn within your trembling light,
I breathe you back tonight.
(Final Chorus)
Step — turn — the fire will last,
The dawn ignites our shadowed past.
The wind remembers how we came,
It softly speaks your name.
For life, my love, will always cast,
A rose reborn —
From the particles of the past.


Particles of the Past


زندگی
در جهانِ چشمانت
از درون پَر می‌کشد
و جنگ
با دستانی پُر می‌تازد
تو دستانت خالی‌ست
...
زندگی
چون جنگجویی مست
و زنبوری وحشی
می‌گزد
جهان از صدای تو خالی‌ست
...
زندگی
در جهانِ چشمانت
از درون پَر می‌کشد
و جنگ
با دستانی پُر می‌تازد
تو دستانت خالی‌ست
با گلی سرخ بر شقیقه‌ات
...
دستانی پُر
دستانی خالی
هیچ چیز در من نخواهد ماند
...
تنها جهان از صدای تو خالی‌ست
جهانی از صدای تو خالی‌ست
جهانی در چشمانت خالی‌ست


World, Life, War


پنجره‌ای باز
و طنینِ تنی عریان
ذهنی آرام
رو‌به‌رویِ رویاها
سیگاری در قلب
در زمستانی از هیزم
و سرمایِ بی‌پایان
پُکی آتش‌گرفته در تنت
و من عریان‌شده
در وجودِ همیشه‌ات
...
نانی داغ
و غذایی گرم
در روزمُردگیِ شب
و نارنجیِ آسمان
...
خاطرات کم‌کم دود می‌شوند
بی‌وابستگی، بدونِ خواسته‌ای
...
سیگار در خاکستر
لحظات در خاکستر
تنی خاکستری
خاطرات در خاکستر
و چهره‌ام در آینه
خاکستری از گیسوان


Memories in Ashes

جانورانی بی‌نام
میانِ قفس‌هایی بی‌مَرز،
درهم می‌لولَند؛
...
رهگذرانِ باغ،
در پیچشِ باد،
می‌شکنند.
و در بارشی از برگ‌ها،
فرو می‌ریزند.
...
و عشق،
تنها عشق،
چون غباری وَحشی،
بر استخوان می‌نشیند؛
رویِ آخرین گرده‌گُلِ بی‌رَمَق
...
جانورانی بی‌نام
زیرِ درختانِ این باغ،
درهم می‌لولَند؛
...
وَ دَر نَهایَت عشق،
چون غباری وَحشی،
بر استخوان می‌نشیند؛
رویِ آخرین گرده‌گُلِ بی‌رَمَق
در باغِ وَحشیِ اِنسانی.
در این باغِ بی‌بهارِ اِنسانی،
در این باغِ وَحشِ فروپاشیده‌ی اِنسانی.


The Human Zoo (Persian Edition)


Quiet breath,
life stands still in the silence;
like a silver spark
lying warm against my skin.
Tiny laughs,
turn to ice before they reach me,
yet the world keeps turning,
loud and cold within.

(First Rise – Clear Rhyme, Strong Imagery)
And I,
paint a smile for the daylight view;
hollow-laughing like
a clown inside the Human Zoo.
While all around,
in the cages of our wanting,
every soul
chews its stories, hurt and haunting;
each of us,
wild and restless,
tumbling, never stopping…

(Wounded Drop – Emotional & Direct)
And I,
fight my words till they cut through the bars;
burn a little deep,
cool beneath a thousand scars.
Still I break,
just to breathe beyond the locked disguise,
cracking wide,
till I meet my own eyes.

(Final Peak – Strong Emphasis on Human Zoo)
Here we are,
in the middle of the Human Zoo,
every heart is scratching hard
just to make it through.
Every step,
with a wound we try to carry,
crying loud,
shaking shadows thin and weary…
lost inside,
blindly crawling,
while the silence grows and scary.

(Outro – Bright, Simple, Strong)
But still,
life is shining like a ruby breaking loose;
cracks one day,
but it glows beyond the use.
From the split,
light escapes the bars we knew…
rising wild,
filling air
in the Human Zoo


The Human Zoo (English Edition)

"Booth Number Three" is a blue-collar ballad about the invisible lines drawn in our daily routines. It follows Lucas, a construction worker who finds solace in the 6 A.M. silence of a local diner, and Jenna, the waitress carrying the weight of the world on her apron strings. It’s a song about sawdust, chipped mugs, and the terrifying, beautiful moment when you decide to stop watching life from the sidelines and finally ask for a seat at the table.

Booth Number Three

A country-pop ballad about what happens when the confetti stops falling. It follows a former reality TV singing contestant now working at an office supply store, navigating the awkwardness of being recognized and reconciling her fifteen minutes of fame with her current reality. It’s a reflection on "edited dreams," the weight of expectations, and the realization that the truest connection isn't found on a big stage, but in a quiet room with a song that means something.

Didn't You Used to Be

"Chair Number Three" is an emotional ballad from behind the salon chair. It explores the unspoken role of a small-town hairdresser acting as a therapist, secret-keeper, and grief-absorber for her community. From nervous brides to grieving widows, she holds space for everyone else's pain, until the lights go down and she's left alone with her own. A song about the heavy price of empathy and the need to be cared for in return.

Chair Number Three

"The Sound Between Us" is a devastatingly raw ballad exploring the complex intersection of profound grief and reluctant gratitude. Told from the perspective of a mother meeting the young woman who received her deceased son's heart, the song centers on the moment she listens to his heartbeat through a stethoscope—a rhythm that is at once familiar and foreign. It is a story about the terrible beauty of organ donation and the enduring connection between a mother and child that transcends even death.

The Sound Between Us

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.

Oiseaux ne contient que des lettres fantômes..

Oiseaux Fantôme
Musique électronique, Paris
Electronic music, Paris

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