[Verse 1 (Repeat)]
In twilight’s grip, I drift through fading memories,
A lone hope flickers as night claims its due.
Each step along shadowed streets murmurs lost confessions,
Where silence reveals truths emerging anew, anew.

[Pre-Chorus]
The city pulses deep—a cold, relentless beat,
Dark echoes assure that decay can kindle retreat.

[Chorus]
It's Light, lead me through this endless night,
Where shattered dreams blend with fading light.
When I’m lost in my own design,
I grasp at echoes to steady what's mine—
Though I sink into the void, alone,
Your spectral pulse guides me back home.

[Verse 2]
Beneath a waning moon, vacant eyes recall
Deep-seated fears stripped bare against the fall.
In the solitude of midnight’s somber hymn,
Each trial unveils strength carved from within.

[Bridge ]
In quiet shadows, the urban pulse resounds,
Revealing strength in cracks where hope is found.

As night bears down on a weary heart,
Faded scars ignite a slow restart.
Through storms, a hidden courage begins,
Where darkness breaks, a new journey spins.

[Final Chorus]
Light, burn through this ceaseless void,
Where hope and shadow merge—unalloyed.
Even when darkness seeks to tear me apart,
I hold fast to echoes deep within my heart—
In every descent, your spectral tone
Reminds me I’m never truly alone.

[Outro (Repeat)]
At dawn’s edge, I rise from the night,
Bearing scars that spark salvaged light.
In every lingering shadow, your echo is true—
The path through darkness is found, step by step, with you.

———

In the labyrinth of midnight, “Never Truly Alone” glimmers like a ghost-light. Tense, arpeggiated guitars form the walls of a spectral urban dream—each note a shard of fractured hope. Baritone vocals weave between confession and lament, guiding the listener through shadowed streets where every echo might deliver salvation. This is a punk-rock odyssey for the haunted: drums throb like a city’s pulse, basslines coil around your heart, and lyrics offer the promise that, even in the void, memory’s pulse can rescue you from oblivion.

Genre: Punk Rock
Key: D Major
BPM: 132
Time Signature: 4/4


Light

Spectral Pulse

Contact the Artist

[Verse 1]
I walk through streets where silence screams,
A twisted hush of broken dreams.
The flicker lights, they burn and fade—
A city drowning in its shade.

[Verse 2]
The sky is cracked like fragile glass,
A haunted echo from the past.
Footsteps vanish into air—
I chase a ghost that isn’t there.

[Chorus]
Oh, the shadows collapse and bend,
Twist me ’til there’s no amend.
A roaring void eats up the truth—
I feel the chill of a wasted youth.

[Bridge]
Ashes whisper through the night,
Whisper lies, then take to flight.
Winds are howling, cruel and cold,
Spinning secrets left untold.

[Verse 3]
We build our towers out of stone,
But every wall comes crashing down.
The static hum fills every space—
It masks the tears upon my face.

[Final Chorus]
Oh, the shadows collapse and bend,
Twist me ’til there’s no amend.
A roaring void eats up the truth—
I feel the chill of a wasted youth.

———

A cry from concrete alleys and broken skylines, “Shadows Collapse” surges with the fever of a world that’s lost its voice. This track is a furious hymn for the forgotten, built on the bones of static-laced memories and flickering city lights. Each lyric carries the weight of youthful ruin—every drumbeat an echo of fists against steel and every chord a desperate reach toward meaning in the rubble. It mourns what was, screams for what could be, and bleeds for what still haunts us. In the ashes of everything, this song finds a soul still willing to rise.

Genre: Post-punk Revival / Electronic Fusion 
Key: A Major
BPM: 117
Time Signature: 4/4

Shadows Collapse

[Verse 1]
You're so calm when you're unraveling, dear
You're a dream when you're not listening, dear
I’m fading

[Verse 2]
You're the only one who swears there's nothing
Left to feel in this connection
That’s your grand confession
You're a last kiss, a static echo
The applause after affection
It defines you, too

You can’t pretend while I’m away
That you won’t play back every day
The ways we lost control
But don’t reach out, I’m
Residing in a silence
That won't take your name anymore

[Pre-Chorus]
Something to post
Something to prove
Nothing feels close
When there’s nothing to lose (ah, ah)

[Chorus]
Sleep tight, streetlight
We’ve got two hundred eyes that saw us last night
Sleep tight, streetlight
Your lips were saying love, but your eyes said goodbye
Sleep tight, spotlight
Pretend it’s right, pretend it’s right
Pretend tonight

[Verse 3]
You’re the only version of my fiction
That I almost believed through
All the staged conviction
You’re a past fever, last teaser
I’m scrubbing off the preview
Of how we once aligned

[Bridge]
Don’t try to find me
I'm parked between regret and reinvention
That kiss on 4th and Vine
It played like cinema
But it meant decline

[Chorus (Reprise)]
Sleep tight, streetlight
We’ve got two hundred eyes that saw us last night
Sleep tight, streetlight
Your lips were saying love, but your eyes said goodbye
Sleep tight, spotlight
Pretend it’s right, pretend it’s right
Pretend tonight

———

“Public Display of Affection” unravels like a cinematic confession—a moody post-punk ballad soaked in baritone sorrow and midnight regret. Guitars shimmer and clash like memory fragments, while the driving bassline and aching vocals chase the ghost of love through neon-lit streets. It’s a requiem for something beautiful that burned too fast, a haunted snapshot of what it meant to almost be real. This is post-punk with heartache under its nails and silence in its lungs.

Genre: Post-Punk Revival
Key: A Major
BPM: 127
Time Signature: 4/4




Public Display of Affection

[Verse 1]
The neon hums, but no one listens.
Footsteps echo down the empty street.
A cigarette burns in slow precision—
Flickers out, just like last week.

[Pre-Chorus]
Every window hides a story.
Every shadow speaks in tongues.

[Chorus]
But I keep walking, I keep fading,
Through the static of the night.
I hear your voice, but it’s just memory—
Another ghost in flashing light.

[Verse 2]
Strangers pass with hollow faces,
Eyes reflect the city’s glow.
Somewhere deep, the trains keep running,
Parallel to what we know.

[Pre-Chorus]
Every window hides a story.
Every shadow speaks in tongues.

[Chorus]
But I keep walking, I keep fading,
Through the static of the night.
I hear your voice, but it’s just memory—
Another ghost in flashing light.

[Bridge]
I saw your name carved in pavement,
Washed away in last night’s rain.
The skyline flickers like a warning,
But I don’t care to read the signs.

[Outro]
I keep walking... I keep fading...
Just a whisper through the wires.

———

In the neon-lit alleys of solitude, “Keep Walking” is a spectral odyssey—a city’s hum becoming a lament. Reverb-drenched guitars and pulsing bass conjure the ghosts of past steps, each footfall echoing memories that flicker and fade like dying streetlamps. Through washed-out verses, the narrative follows a restless soul who strides onward despite the static nights, chasing fragments of a voice that exists only in wisps of memory. This track is an anthem for those who move through urban decay with defiant hearts, refusing to let the city’s hollow glow extinguish their flicker of hope.

Genre: Alternative Rock / Electronic Fusion
Key: E Major
BPM: 84
Time Signature: 4/4


Keep Walking

[Verse 1]
She says,
It helps with the lights out.
Her rabid glow
Is like braille to the night.

She swears
I'm a slave to the details,
But if your life is such a big joke,
Why should I care?

[Chorus]
The clock is set for nine,
But you know you're gonna make it eight,
So that you two can take some time,
Teach each other to reciprocate.

[Verse 2]
She feels that my sentimental side
Should be held with kid gloves,
But she doesn't know
That I left my urge in the icebox.

She swears
I'm just prey for the female—
Well then hook me up and throw me, babycakes,
'Cause I like to get hooked.

[Chorus 2]
The clock is set for nine,
But you know you're gonna make it eight.
All the people that you've loved—
They're all bound to leave some keepsakes.

I've been swinging all the time.
Think it's time I learned your way.
I picture you and me together—
In the jungle, it will be okay.

[Bridge] 
I'll bring you when my lifeboat
Sails through the night—
That is supposing that
You don't sleep tonight.

[Verse 3]
It's like learning a new language,
Helps me catch up on my mind.
If you don't bring up those lonely parts,
This could be a good time.

It's like learning a new language—
You come here to me.
We'll collect those lonely parts
And set them down.

You come here to me.

[Outro]
She says brief things,
Her love's a pony,
My love's subliminal.

She says brief things,
Her love's a pony,
My love's subliminal.

She says brief things,
Her love's brief,
My love's subliminal.

She says brief things,
Her light is brief, 
My darkness eternal.

———

A dim-lit dialogue between two fractured souls. The Clock ticks through haunted hours, where intimacy and miscommunication dance like shadows behind curtains. Set in E-flat Major at 133 BPM, this post-punk confessional floats on deep basslines and low, subliminal vocals—equal parts detachment and desire.

It's not about timing—it’s about the language lovers invent when words fail. A sonic descent into love that’s fleeting, love that’s frozen, and love that just might survive in the jungle of regret.

Fans of Interpol, heartbreak, and nighttime existentialism—this one’s for you.

Genre: Post-Punk Revival
Key: E♭ Major
BPM: 133
Time Signature: 4/4


The Clock

The Clock (Leif Erikson)

[Verse 1]
I painted our walls in fields of emerald light.
Every stroke a promise that we’d never die.
Now the brush sits empty in my trembling hand;
Colors bleed together where I try to stand.

[Pre-Chorus]
Your laughter filled these halls with springtime air.
Now silence blooms in every corner, everywhere.

[Chorus]
My favorite color is green, ‘cause that was always you.
A forest in your eyes, I’m lost inside the truth.
I drown in every shade of what I cannot hold.
My favorite color is green; now it’s all gone cold.

[Verse 2]
Leaves fall like memories along this lonely street.
I trace your footprints in the damp beneath my feet.
Guitar strings hum your name in minor harmonies;
They ring like distant echoes of what could be.

[Pre-Chorus]
Rou, I reach for something only ghosts can give—
A hue, haunts me more than teaching me to live.

[Chorus]
My favorite color is green, ‘cause that was always you.
A forest in your eyes, I’m lost inside the truth.
I drown in every shade of what I cannot hold.
My favorite color is green; now it’s all gone cold.

[Bridge]
But I keep walking, I keep fading,
Through the static of the night.
I hear your voice, but it’s just memory—
Another ghost in flashing light.

[Final Chorus]
My favorite color is green; every leaf reminds me.
They ring like distant echoes of what we could be.
Guitar strings hum your name in minor harmonies.
My favorite color is green—your color. It’s now on me.

———

"Your Color" is a grief-stricken post-punk ballad, drenched in verdant memories and fading echoes.
It tells the story of someone who once painted their world in green — a color tied to a lover now lost, a presence turned phantom.
With haunting guitar textures, baritone melancholy, and lyrics that blur nostalgia with sorrow, this track captures the ache of remembering someone by the shade they left behind.
The forest lives in their absence. The color remains. But it’s cold now.

Genre: Alternative Ballad / Post-Punk Revival
Key: E♭ Major
BPM: 115
Time Signature: 4/4



Your Color

[Verse 1]
My world was once a sapphire shade of blue,
The sky above was honest—lines all true.
You came alive like ivy on cold stone;
Now emerald vines grow where I roam.

[Pre-Chorus]
As I keep walking, I keep eroding,
Through the static of the night,
I hear your voice—but it’s just memory,
A flicker buried out of sight.

[Chorus]
My favorite color now has turned to green—
It drips from leaves, it stains the unseen.
You wore it soft, like dawn behind the rain—
Now it clings to me like barnacles on pain.
I bear your sorrow in fractured dreams;
I walk on... still beating.

[Verse 2]
In misty fields, I walk alone.
Green shadows flicker where we called home.
My hands once reached for skies of blue,
But every touch now leads back to you.

[Pre-Chorus]
And I keep walking, I keep eroding,
Through the static of the night,
I hear your laugh—but it’s just memory,
A pale star lost in fading light.

[Chorus]
My favorite color now is verdigris green—
It drips from leaves, it stains the unseen.
I trace your pulse through every leaf—
Each is a wound that time won’t relieve.
I bear your sorrow in fractured dreams;
I walk on... still beating.

[Bridge]
I am a broken shadow still,
Scarred by sapphire, torn by green’s chill.
Yet in the quiet, faint echoes weave—
Your soul rides on the autumn breeze.

[Final Chorus]
My favorite color now is haunted green—
Fused with my sapphire past into teal.
It binds our fractured echoes in between—
A wounded heart that only time can heal.
I bear your sorrow in fractured dreams;
I walk on… heart still beating.

[Outro]
A wounded heart that only time can heal,
My favorite color now has turned to teal.

———

There’s a color that survives the collapse.
In “Haunted Green,” sorrow grows wild—verdigris bleeding from memory, sapphire soaked in loss. It walks through static fog, where shadows of Rou blur into echo and color becomes a grave. Melancholic violin carries the weight of fractured dreams, as baritone vocals carve emotion into every bar. This is where past and pain mix into teal—a haunted green that won’t let go.

Genre: Alternative Ballad / Post-Punk Revival
Key: A♭ Major
BPM: 103
Time Signature: 4/4


Haunted Green

[Verse 1]
I carved your whispers into stone,
Traced every fault you sold me on.
You lit the fuse and watched me burn—
Now I bleed truths you’ll never learn.

[Pre-Chorus]
I chased your ghosts down every street,
But some machines refuse to sleep.
So let me fall where I belong—
A silhouette in your closed song.

[Chorus]
I’ll be the villain in your frame,
Let me wear the fire, bear the blame.
You can paint me black, rewrite the lines—
I don’t need your mercy this time.
I’ll be the villain, I’ll take the fall;
When I disappear, don’t wait for my call.
Some truths don’t need a crown—
I’ll wear this crooked gown.

[Verse 2]
You stacked your verdict in the air,
Built a courthouse on thin air.
You called me liar, prayed I’d fight,
But I let go—you keep your light.

[Pre-Chorus]
No more reflections in your glass,
No more cage behind the mask.
I’ll drift away where stories end—
Your broken hearts won’t drag me in.

[Chorus]
I’ll be the villain in your frame,
Let me wear the fire, bear the blame.
You can paint me black, rewrite the lines—
I don’t need your mercy this time.
I’ll be the villain, I’ll take the fall;
When I disappear, don’t wait for my call.
Some truths don’t need a crown—
I’ll wear this crooked gown.

[Bridge]
Don’t plead for reasons I won’t give.
Don’t pray I stay to make you live.
Some scars become their own refrain—
I’ll haunt your mind, unchained, unnamed.

[Chorus]
I’ll be the villain in your frame,
Let me wear the fire, bear the blame.
You can paint me black, rewrite the lines—
I don’t need your mercy this time.
I’ll be the villain, I’ll take the fall;
When I disappear, don’t wait for my call.
Some truths don’t need a crown—
I’ll wear this crooked gown.

[Outro]
Fade me out in your memory,
A cautionary melody.
Let me be the worst you’ve known—
I’m finally free to walk alone.

Fade me out from you, Rou,
I'll never be with you.
Fade me out from you, Rou,
I'm never coming back to you.

———

A silhouette turned scapegoat, this is the anthem of the outcast—bleeding truth through distortion and defiance. In the courtroom of memory, the accused doesn't beg for mercy—he vanishes with a crooked crown and a memory that haunts.

Genre: Alternative Rock 
Key: D♭ Major
BPM: 107
Time Signature: 4/4


Villain in Your Frame

[Verse 1] 
In shadows so deep, where dreams confide,
A young artist drifts on fate’s quiet tide.
Her brush—a soft whisper in the still of night,
Searching for purpose in the absence of light.

With hues of sorrow and shades of gray,
Her heart sketches stories of a lost yesterday.
Within silent chambers of her wandering mind,
She weaves a tapestry of secrets, undefined.

[Chorus] 
Her soul, like a mournful dance or timeless poem,
Yearns for peace in the hours before dawn.
Each step, a phantom’s tender embrace,
Carving hope from shadows, seeking solace.

[Verse 2] 
Through twilight’s veil her spirit dares to roam,
On a quest for sanctuary far from the known.
Beneath Neon Nights, where electric dreams ignite,
She finds a spark of hope amid the fading light.

With hues of sorrow and shades of gray,
Her heart sketches stories of a lost yesterday.
Within silent chambers of her wandering mind,
She weaves a tapestry of secrets, undefined.

[Chorus] 
Her soul, like a mournful dance or timeless poem,
Yearns for peace in the hours before dawn.
Each step, a phantom’s tender embrace,
Carving hope from shadows, seeking solace.

[Bridge] 
A life with meaning, every footstep in rhyme,
A journey echoing across the chords of time.
In the stillness of dusk, her hopes entwine,
Her art, a lament of all she leaves behind.

[Outro] 
In twilight’s grace and time’s hidden place,
Within the quiet of dreams, away from life’s race,
May she find her path and let her soul reside—

For in whispers of a solitary soul,
The answers lie, yet to be told. 

———

“Solitary Soul” demands blunt honesty: it’s not a mere elegy—it’s a confrontation with the raw, unvarnished ache of solitude and artistic exile. This track doesn’t romanticize loneliness; it excavates it. The baritone voice grounds the ethereal pain, while the guitar’s crispness and the mournful bass slice through the fog like shards of a shattered past.

At 126 BPM in G Major, the tempo strikes a crucial balance—not too slow to stagnate, not too fast to escape the weight of meaning. It moves like a restless spirit pacing a dim-lit room, wrestling with shadows that refuse to fade. The post-punk revival vibe isn’t nostalgic; it’s a deliberate reclaiming of emotional grit and sonic urgency, tailored for the modern artist’s existential crisis.

The lyricism is tightly woven—no frills, just piercing metaphors. “Her brush—a soft whisper in the still of night” nails that quiet, obsessive creative process that feels both sacred and isolating. The repetition of “hues of sorrow and shades of gray” drills the melancholy deeper without dulling its edge.

The chorus is a mournful hymn to the soul’s relentless yearning—each step “a phantom’s tender embrace,” a phrase dripping with ghostly tenderness and aching distance. The bridge moves beyond personal to universal, a rhythmic echo across time, solidifying the art’s purpose as both a lament and a legacy.

This is a practical blueprint for anyone seeking to capture solitude’s complexity in sound: blend sonic clarity with emotional depth. Resist dilution. Lean into the discomfort. Let the shadows tell the story.

Genre: Post-Punk Revival
Key: G Major
BPM: 126
Time Signature: 4/4


Solitary Soul

[Verse 1]
In shadows deep where secrets sleep,
I wander alone in silent grief.
A silver doe in midnight’s glow,
Whispers of love lost long ago.

[Verse 2]
The wind, a ghost, murmurs her name,
Her laughter fades like a dying flame.
By starlit rivers my dreams adrift,
In every breeze, I feel her shift.

[Chorus]
Forever haunted, shadows fall,
Her whispered name, my silent call.
In every breath, a fading light,
I chase the ghost that haunts the night.

[Bridge]
Memories trace a midnight sky,
Faded roses and whispered sighs.
On cliffs, old vows echo in the night,
While the ocean mourns in pale moonlight.

[Verse 3]
Barren fields under a sorrowed sky,
Wilted petals of dreams gone by.
Every step is a silent plea,
Haunted forever by her memory.

[Chorus]
Forever haunted, shadows fall,
Her whispered name, my silent call.
In every breath, a fading light,
I chase the ghost that haunts the night.

[Outro]
In twilight’s arms, my heart remains unsealed,
A whispered love—a wound never healed.

———

A silver doe wanders through memory’s ruins.
"Moonlight" is a ghostly lament wrapped in post-rock textures and cinematic sorrow—violin weeps through a haunted 120 BPM pulse, while guitars and drums echo the ache of a love long buried but never gone. Baritone vocals narrate solitude beneath starless skies, tracing lost vows, spectral winds, and dreams adrift.
This is for those who love deeply, grieve in silence, and hear whispers in the wind.

Genre: Post-Rock / Cinematic Post-Punk
Key: F Major
BPM: 120
Time Signature: 4/4


A tribute to Professor Severus Snape ♡


Moonlight

Multidimensional being, trapped in a physical realm experience.

I'm a boundary-pushing artist whose work fuses raw poetry, immersive soundscapes, and striking visual artistry into a singular creative vision. I independently crafts every facet of my art—vocals, composition, production, lyricism, and artwork—transforming deep personal introspection into electrifying sonic narratives. My music channels the raw energy of alternative/progressive rock, the haunting ambience of post-punk, and the ethereal depth of indie, with just enough metal edge to ignite catharsis.

Behind the artistry lies a journey marked by profound resilience. Three years ago, an unfortunate accident not only left me with partial vocal cord paralysis—making every performance a testament to endurance—but also robbed him of the ability to play the piano, my favorite creative outlet, forever. Refusing to be subdued by these setbacks, I reinvented my approach: I embraced digital techniques to rediscover my passion for music and, similarly, taught myself digital art. My Instagram is now a vibrant gallery of my new creative endeavors, where drawing and digital expression take center stage.

I aspired to see my personal poetry evolve into emotionally impactful anthems, and my self-crafted visuals extend the narrative of internal struggle and rebirth. Now, as I push my creative vision into new sonic territories, I'm seeking a lead female vocalist to join me on my next project—an invitation to explore fresh harmonies and deeper dimensions of storytelling.

Follow my journey on SoundCloud and Instagram
[@tylercraftsart](https://www.instagram.com/tylercraftsart)

to experience a world where every note, every brushstroke, and every digital creation is a testament to the transformative power of resilience and art.


I have a hypothesis regarding music, which is: matter in our universe is perpetually in motion; nothing remains completely still. It resembles an everlasting dance, influenced by the smallest forms of existence that define matter at a quantum level. Furthermore, the very fabric of space-time is composed of waves. Therefore, I can only speculate that our universe communicates with us through sound and music.


If math is the language of the universe, then music must be its poetry.

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