"HE" CALLED!
And the shadows came to life.
This is the story of a
Tugay Guler
SOUL
"Born of imagination,
touched by a real soul"
More than music — this is a story.
It sings what I couldn’t — but every word, every feeling is mine.
CHIZGI is not my voice;
"This is myself"
This is "CHIZGI"
CHIZGI exists because someone had something to say — and no voice to say it.
And the shadows came alive
“CHIZGI wasn’t formed.... It was felt”
“This is not a stage.. This is a signature..! And I stand here as the one who lived it”
"He" called…
And the shadows came alive
In a small, quiet room, he sent a song into the darkness,
and one by one, the others answered.
CHIZGI did not begin as a group;
it began with that call from "His" soul.
"He" called…
And the shadows came alive
"He" called…
And the shadows came alive
"He" called…
And the ghosts turned into music
"He" called…
And the ghosts turned into music
He was no longer alone.
His soul’s voice echoed in another.
Melodies began to pour from the saxophone.
Even when words were silent, His emotions had begun to speak…
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"He" called…
And one by one they came.
As if called by something deeper...
The voice that once rose from a single soul was now echoing in many hearts.
They came one by one—not for fame, but in answer to a deeper truth.
Their instruments were not just tools, but vessels for emotions "He" could never speak aloud.
This was not just the formation of a band.
It was the gathering of hearts born from "His" call.
Perhaps… they were echoes of what had always been missing in "His" heart.
"He" called…
And one by one they came.
As if called by something deeper...
"He" called…
A voice, a heart, a stage
That call, once born in silence,
now echoes in the laughter of a newfound family.
Woven from words, melodies, and shadows,
they came together to become "His" voice.
This story is no longer only "His"…
They spoke from "His" heart.
Now, every word spoken is your story, too.
"He" called…
A voice, a heart, a stage
"He" called…
And they met in the same melody.
One touched the sorrows of the past, the other brushed the edge of hope.
They were both echoes of feelings that lived in His heart.
Two voices became one in a single note—two sounds, one soul.
They met on the same stage, in the same pain…
They cried out His heart—bleeding with love.
"He" called…
And they met in the same melody.
"He" called..
Their steps were silent,
but they came with sound
To a realm that wasn’t theirs, to speak His emotions aloud.
They cried out His feelings to the world.
Now, they return to the place they came from—until they once again
echo His silent scream.
And perhaps, you’re just like Him.
The voice within you may still be unheard...
"He" called…
Their steps were silent,
but they came with sound
Never forget:
Everything you bring to life with passion, love, and belief can become real.
Don’t give up. Because as long as you carry a heart that beats with love, no story truly ends.
– CHIZGI doesn’t cover songs, it doesn’t follow trends.
– It sings the unspeakable.
– Every track is built on a poem.
– Every poem is written by the hand behind the curtain.
– CHIZGI gives voice to a silence that needed to be heard.
CHIZGI transcends genres. While its soul echoes in rock, its voice flows freely across Turkish classical, Anatolian folk, electronic, blues, heavy metal, and beyond. Every song begins as a poem — written by the group’s founder — and finds its own musical language.
Every CHIZGI song begins with a poem in Turkish, but many are reborn in English, French, Spanish and Italian.
CHIZGI is not limited by language or style; only by emotion.
The Echo of a Call..
Born of imagination, touched by a real soul.
A reflection on stage of a dream born through "His" voice.
– CHIZGI doesn’t cover songs. It doesn’t follow trends.
– It sings the unspeakable.
– Every track is built on a poem.
– Every poem is written by the hand behind the curtain.
– CHIZGI gives voice to a silence that needed to be heard.
CHIZGI transcends genres. While its soul echoes in rock, its voice flows freely across Turkish classical, Anatolian folk, electronic, blues, heavy metal, and beyond.
Every song begins as a poem — written by the group’s founder — and finds its own musical language.
Every CHIZGI song begins with a poem in Turkish, but many are reborn in English, French, Spanish and Italian.
CHIZGI is not limited by language or style; only by emotion.
More than music — this is a story...
More than music
— this is a story...
"He" called…
"Now the whole world is listening to the sound of his love"
"Now the whole world is
listening to the sound of his love"
The cry did not vanish into silence
Strings heard it first, trembling like fragile hearts.
Then came the winds, carrying His breath into the unseen.
Percussion awakened, beating with the pulse of His longing.
One by one, they gathered—each instrument answering the call.
Together, they became a vast sea of sound,
a symphony born from what words could never hold.
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Whisper of Silence
Where words fade, melodies rise. A single note can carry what silence hides.
Beyond the Horizon
Each movement opens a new sky; the orchestra becomes a vessel sailing through unseen feelings.
Shadows and Light
Tenderness and storm, sorrow and hope; every contrast paints the canvas of Tugay Guler’s inner world.
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The Hidden Flame
Inside every symphony burns a fire—an unspoken truth shaping sound into emotion.
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Echoes of the Soul
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Eternal Embrace
At the edge of silence, the symphony holds us—an embrace beyond time.
Strings tremble, winds breathe, percussion beats—the heart speaks in echoes only music can reveal.
These are not memories...
They are visions — of a voice that never had a stage, finally rising
These are not memories...
They are visions — of a voice that never had a stage, finally rising
"He" called out once more..
"His" heart-touching words had found a voice.
But what about his heart-touching symphonies?
"His" poems had found sound, yet within Him there was more—feelings far greater, too vast for words.
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"His" heart-touching words had found a voice.
But what about his heart-touching symphonies?
"His" poems had found sound, yet within Him there was more—feelings far greater, too vast for words.