“Concrete Psalm” is a New York City hymn about small mercies and hard-won belonging. It follows one night beneath a bridge: shared bread, steam off the grates, a piano rolled into the rain, strangers forming a choir. Arrangement: upright piano, nylon guitar, floor-tom heartbeat, handclaps, and a modest vocal crew. The hook is simple on purpose: teach my heart to move like your streets. May it meet you on your way home.

Concrete Psalm

Slow candle of a song—grief tended into lasting love. Felted piano, low strings, and a hush of room tone cradle a voice that carries names like light. Images of rain on stone, breath on winter glass, and letters traced by hand move from night to first light. No grand gestures—just the steady work of remembering, and the quiet courage of walking on with what remains.

The Light You Left

A late-night confessional about the kind of love that made rules feel optional and goodbyes feel impossible. “Spill-Your-Guts Love” rides a slow-burn pulse—rain on glass, a taxi mirror, the ghost of a café—and finds the ache where memory and melody meet. Steel-string shimmer, intimate vocal, and a hook that keeps circling back to the one line you can’t stop saying: back when it was us. If you’ve ever scrolled old names in the rain, this one’s for you.

Spill-Your-Guts Love

Pop-soul with gospel lift and a key-change finale. Built for big vocals, crowd call-backs, and that moment when hope finally wins. Turn it up, sing it loud, and let the chorus carry you home.

Only Love Wins

Ballad about steady love that shows up when the road feels long. Intimate verses paint a bus stop in the rain and a late-night laundromat. Built for headphones, car rides, and quiet victories—clear vocal, honest emotion, and a hook you can hum all day.

Carry You Over

This is another version of “The Music of the Ark” — a gentle acoustic folk ballad by Dr. Elliot Lach inspired by the story of Noah and how he might have lured the animals into the ark with music rather than force. Each version captures a different mood and interpretation of that moment.
🎵 We’d love to know what you think — please listen to both versions and vote for your favorite!

Noah and the Ark

Quiet Storm That Sings is about the moment you stop fighting the noise inside and let stillness take over. The verses live in small apartment details — the hum in the vents, keys ringing like tiny bells, rain tracing the window, and the city breathing in time with you. As the song builds, the quiet becomes its own choir. The chorus carries surrender as revelation: “There’s a quiet storm that sings / when I stop fighting everything.” Each section mirrors that shift — the shoulders unclenching, the air moving through open blinds, the war in the jaw dissolving. By the bridge, the running ends; the hum becomes home.

Quiet Storm That Sings

From The DC Sound Project, ASLEEP AT THE WHEEL is a fast-rock gut-punch, raw and uncompromising. Recorded live in one take, the track pulses with the frustration and fury of feeling "damned" by a love that demands constant "mental gymnastics." This is the moment of explosion where the singer realizes the only way out is to junk the whole thing: "The engine's blown, so I'm gonna junk it." Turn up this urgent, honest track and feel the rush of hitting the emergency brake.

Lyrics

Oh my, look at me try,
I swear that I'd rather die,
Than let you down,
Again and again . . .
You know I can't decide, 
If I'm blind,
To the feeling deep inside.
You've gone and thrown,
My plans in the air.

I thought that I could,
Just walk away.
Same old bullshit, 
Different day.
My . My My. My My My My.

So here I lie,
Head in hands,
Tryin' my best to understand,
I guess I fell asleep, 
At the wheel . . .
Yes I'm scared,
Time is fleeting, 
Can't you hear my heart's still beating, 
Lovin' you, makes me feel,
Like I'm damned . . .

I thought that I could,
Just walk away.
Same old bullshit, 
Different day.
My . My My. My My My My.

Hold on,
Wait a minute . . .
It's no good,
If you're heart's not in it.
Oh look, WOW!
Ain't that a surprise . . . ?
Well HELL,
Who would'a thunk it?
The engine's blown,
So I'm gonna junk it.
My mind's flipped out,
On the merry-go-round . . .

I thought that I could,
Just walk away.
Same old bullshit, 
Different day.
My . My My. My My My My.

Oh my, look at me try,
I swear that I'd rather die.
Than let you down,
Again and again . . .
Oh Well HELL!
How fantastic, 
You're performing mental gymnastics, 
And the price of freedom is,
Doin' in me in . . . 

I thought that I could,
Just walk away.
Same old bullshit, 
Different day.
My . My My. My My My My.


ASLEEP AT THE WHEEL

A rain-soaked acoustic indie track blending soft 80s pads and intimate vocals. “Hanoi” captures a night in the city—quiet streets, lake wind, and the feeling of being changed by someone you barely met. Present-tense, poetic, cinematic, and stripped to the bone.

Hanoi

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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.

If I am a better person, and if I try harder every day, perhaps all of this will work out. 
Love, Laura.

Christmas time is here and we have written our first ever Christmas song!! Out NOW!
Our latest album, 'SNAGGLETOOTH' is now available to purchase on vinyl @ https://elasticstage.com/soundcloud/releases/the-dc-sound-project-snaggletooth-album

The DC Sound Project. Eight albums deep and still going strong. It usually starts with a good old-fashioned jam session, then somehow ends in a coffee-fuelled recording marathon. We write songs about love, politics, heartbreak, and those occasional “what the hell is wrong with the world?” moments, all brewed fresh on the Wirral. Press play… it’s music therapy with better side effects!

We’re an independent duo creating everything from raw folk ballads to gritty blues-rock. Every video is carefully crafted with free footage and, sometimes, AI-generated visuals to tell the story behind the song.

💿 Albums: 
Snaggletooth (2025)
Addiction (2025)
Black Ice (2024)
Yellin’ at the Clouds (2024)
The Puppeteers (2024)
Burning Bridges (2023)
Rattlesnake (2023)
Melancholy Blue (2023)

🎶 Listen: SoundCloud • Spotify • Apple Music • Amazon • Facebook • Instagram • Twitch

Thanks for joining us on this journey, it’s all about the love of music! 🎶✨

Robin Salsman is a multidisciplinary songwriter, musician, and producer whose creative world bridges modern technology with timeless songwriting. His music spans cinematic EDM, alt-country rock, and experimental fusion, each project shaped by emotion and precision.

Through his independent label Void Realm Studios, Rob develops and releases his body of work. His albums Brother Falcon, Midnight Falcon, and Seagull define his signature sound—authentic storytelling fused with bold production and dynamic energy.

Under his production alias Zebular Namslas, he’s written and produced for film and television, performed at international EDM festivals, and collaborated across genres. His releases All Dance Now!, Higher, Friends, and Dr. Booty push sonic boundaries with a cinematic pulse and infectious rhythm.

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