Océano

Whiskey‑fueled guitars & outlaw love—hit play on the desert anthem you need today!

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[Verse 1]
I torched my paycheck in a border bar, no rescue line in sight,
Let rye baptize my worries in that ragged neon light.
You rolled in loud as thunder on a midnight desert train,
Turned my last-call dirge to glory on a steel-string refrain.
[Chorus]
You’re rebel-smooth, like tavern whiskey smuggled through the pines,
Sweet as secret orchard fire dripping down the summer vines.
Warm as saddle brandy when the north wind bites and bends,
And I chase the wildfire of your love ’til the long night dies.
[Verse 2]
I dug for grace in empty glass—found nothing but the sound
Of promises that cracked like ice beneath the jukebox ground.
Then your mercy spilled like rivers where the canyon never dried,
Now the wanted posters curl, ’cause your light burned off my ride.
[Chorus]
You’re rebel-smooth, like tavern whiskey smuggled through the pines,
Sweet as secret orchard fire dripping down the summer vines.
Warm as saddle brandy when the north wind bites and bends,
And I chase the wildfire of your love ’til the long night dies.
[Chorus]
You’re rebel-smooth, like tavern whiskey smuggled through the pines,
Sweet as secret orchard fire dripping down the summer vines.
Warm as saddle brandy when the north wind bites and bends,
And I chase the wildfire of your love ’til the long night dies.

Outlaw Heart on the Rocks

Bourbon blaze & dusty beats—hit play on the hottest outlaw story song this year

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[Verse 1]
Parked my rust-bit Dodge where the blacktop cracks,
River keeps time on abandoned tracks.
Heard of day-rate gravel work past Devil’s Ridge,
I’ll chase that rumor till the gas light quits.
[Chorus]
Tip that brimstone bourbon neat,
Hell runs cooler than this scorched-out street.
If Lucifer’s clerk’s got an open file,
I’d trade these blues for a burning mile.
[Verse 2]
Foreman flips quarters while our ribs keep score,
Shingles leak hymns through a tar-paper floor.
Sweat buys a minute, then the minute turns mean—
Hope’s just a ghost in a slot machine.
[Chorus]
Tip that brimstone bourbon neat,
Hell runs cooler than this scorched-out street.
If Lucifer’s clerk’s got an open file,
I’d trade these blues for a burning mile.
[Chorus]
Tip that brimstone bourbon neat,
Hell runs cooler than this scorched-out street.
If Lucifer’s clerk’s got an open file,
I’d trade these blues for a burning mile.

Last Call at the Furnace Line

Southern Rock × Alt Country | Dusty Boots, Twangy Riffs, Midnight Miles

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[Verse 1] 
Scribblin’ thunder on a diner bill, coffee ring for a seal,  
Swapped my steel-toe sins for a vow I meant to keep for real
But wanderlust is a pistol—won’t stay holstered in a cage,  
So I kiss her, lift the throttle, let the story set the stage.  
[Chorus] 
I keep flippin’ through the chapters of a renegade decree,  
Where the highway hymns are written in D-minor and gasoline.  
World keeps scribblin’ question marks across my rusted frame—  
I don’t chase the final sentence; I just flip another page.  
[Verse 2] 
Got the missus, mutt, and an old Ford van, half rust, half grace,  
We haunt dead-end honky-tonks where broken jukeboxes pace.  
The FM dial went plastic, all that glitter laced with fade,  
But smoky bars remember me when the neon starts to fray.  
[Chorus x2] 
I keep flippin’ through the chapters of a renegade decree,  
Where the highway hymns are written in D-minor and gasoline.  
World keeps scribblin’ question marks across my rusted frame—  
I don’t chase the final sentence; I just flip another page.

Ledger Lines & White-Line Lies

Last call at sunrise: a wrecking ball meets whiskey‑soaked guitars—turn it up!

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[Verse 1]
Neon’s coughin’ like a hard-luck hymn,
Dust on the jukebox hums along.
County’s got a wrecking crew rollin’ in—
Come sunrise this dive’ll be long gone.
I tip my hat to the warped-oak stage,
Raise one glass to the ghost of grace;
Tonight I dance with every borrowed minute
Before the law lays steel to this place.
[Chorus]
Time’s a switchblade—snaps and shines,
Cuts a clean line through your favorite song.
Every tick is a train that won’t rewind;
Ride or you get dragged along.
I’ll drink the last note the Rusty Spur will ever pour,
’Cause forever’s just a word on a busted saloon door.
[Verse 2]
Bar-top’s carved in outlaw lore—
Hearts, bets, names that never stayed.
Boot-heel sparks on the sawdust floor,
Love fought quick and lost or made.
They’ll pave these memories over in chrome,
Turn rhythm and smoke to condos and phones;
But till sunrise cuts through the cracked-tin roof,
I’m spillin’ my soul on these broken bones.
[Chorus]
Time’s a switchblade—snaps and shines,
Cuts a clean line through your favorite song.
Every tick is a train that won’t rewind;
Ride or you get dragged along.
I’ll drink the last note the Rusty Spur will ever pour,
’Cause forever’s just a word on a busted saloon door.

Bulldozers at Breakfast

Storm‑soaked Cowboy Anthem | New Outlaw Country Rock 2025 | Must‑Hear Track

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[Verse 1]
Diesel growls at midnight, kicking gravel ‘cross the line,
Half-a-pack of Marlboros, a dollar short of fine.
I don’t miss the quiet ’til the last bar tune is gone,
And I don’t taste the heartache ’til the highway rolls on.
[Chorus]
You only beg for mercy when the hammer’s coming down,
Only hunt for angels when the devil chills the town.
You only feel the needing when the hurt’s too strong—
Funny how a man starts reaching when there’s something wrong.
[Verse 2]
Poker chips and promises traded at the county fair,
Left a ring in Amarillo, left my conscience lying there.
I don’t hear the bridges falling ’til the timbers start to smoke,
And I don’t crave forgiveness ’til the bottle’s got me choked.
[Chorus]
You only beg for mercy when the hammer’s coming down,
Only hunt for angels when the devil chills the town.
You only feel the needing when the hurt’s too strong—
Funny how a man starts reaching when there’s something wrong.
[Verse 3]
Someday those street-lamp shadows are gonna rope me good and tight,
I’ll follow porch-light halos to a woman’s softer night.
I won’t miss the hard road once her arms are holding near,
But a man don’t smell the powder ’til the gunshot’s in his ear.
[Chorus]
You only beg for mercy when the hammer’s coming down,
Only hunt for angels when the devil chills the town.
You only feel the needing when the hurt’s too strong—
Truth is, we all start reaching when there’s something wrong.

Chasing Shelter in a Storm

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[Verse 1]
Dust on my boots, trouble ridin’ shotgun in the cab,
Pay-day’s late, that knock on the door’s all I ever have.
Got a map to easy money and a rusted, stolen key—
But every shortcut’s markin’ out a toll that’s due from me.
[Chorus]
’Cause every shiny quarter’s got a shadow hidin’ close,
Every whiskey promise leaves an after-taste of ghosts.
You can barter with the devil for a fistful of his gold,
But the tab comes due at midnight, carved in fire instead of cold.
Yeah, every gamble, every gain, gonna bleed a price in sin—
What you think you’re holdin’ always costs more goin’ in.
[Verse 2]
I’m haulin’ moonlit cargo down a red-dirt, switchback track,
Blue lights in my mirror beggin’ me to turn on back.
Gas pedal’s hummin’ prayers that even preachers won’t repeat,
But freedom ain’t free when smoke curls risin’ off the heat.
[Chorus]
’Cause every shiny quarter’s got a shadow hidin’ close,
Every whiskey promise leaves an after-taste of ghosts.
You can barter with the devil for a fistful of his gold,
But the tab comes due at midnight, carved in fire instead of cold.
Yeah, every gamble, every gain, gonna bleed a price in sin—
What you think you’re holdin’ always costs more goin’ in.
[Verse 3]
Judge’ll slam that gavel, gravel scatter from my wheels,
Handcuffs feel like wedding rings to bargains made in steel.
If I make it past the county line, I’ll lay this burden down—
Trade silver for salvation in some nameless border town.
[Chorus]
’Cause every shiny quarter’s got a shadow hidin’ close,
Every whiskey promise leaves an after-taste of ghosts.
You can barter with the devil for a fistful of his gold,
But the tab comes due at midnight, carved in fire instead of cold.
Yeah, every gamble, every gain, gonna bleed a price in sin—
What you think you’re holdin’ always costs more goin’ in.

Cost of the Shortcut Ride

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[Verse 1
Been schooled by the black-top, taught by the dust,
Slept in the shadow of a diesel’s rust.
Thought I’d mastered the chapters of heartache and burn—
Turns out the hardest page is still waitin’ its turn.

Chorus
‘Cause every mile draws a line I ain’t crossed,
Every truth leaves another coin tossed.
Yeah, the more I ride, the more I learn
There’s always one more curve, one more bridge to burn.

Verse 2
I’ve bartered with barrooms, lied to the law,
Carved my confession in a tooth-marked drawl.
But the mirror keeps whisperin’, son, you ain’t through—
There’s a brand-new lesson hidin’ in the powder-keg blue.

Chorus
‘Cause every mile draws a line I ain’t crossed,
Every truth leaves another coin tossed.
Yeah, the more I ride, the more I learn
There’s always one more curve, one more bridge to burn.

Bridge
So light me a lantern of whiskey and sin,
Let the sparks spell the sermons I carry within.
If wisdom’s a bullet, I’m spinnin’ the drum—
Click after click till the final round comes.

Chorus
‘Cause every mile draws a line I ain’t crossed,
Every truth leaves another coin tossed.
Yeah, the more I ride, the more I learn
There’s always one more curve, one more bridge to burn.Verse 1
Been schooled by the black-top, taught by the dust,
Slept in the shadow of a diesel’s rust.
Thought I’d mastered the chapters of heartache and burn—
Turns out the hardest page is still waitin’ its turn.

Chorus
‘Cause every mile draws a line I ain’t crossed,
Every truth leaves another coin tossed.
Yeah, the more I ride, the more I learn
There’s always one more curve, one more bridge to burn.

Verse 2
I’ve bartered with barrooms, lied to the law,
Carved my confession in a tooth-marked drawl.
But the mirror keeps whisperin’, son, you ain’t through—
There’s a brand-new lesson hidin’ in the powder-keg blue.

Chorus
‘Cause every mile draws a line I ain’t crossed,
Every truth leaves another coin tossed.
Yeah, the more I ride, the more I learn
There’s always one more curve, one more bridge to burn.

Bridge
So light me a lantern of whiskey and sin,
Let the sparks spell the sermons I carry within.
If wisdom’s a bullet, I’m spinnin’ the drum—
Click after click till the final round comes.

Chorus
‘Cause every mile draws a line I ain’t crossed,
Every truth leaves another coin tossed.
Yeah, the more I ride, the more I learn
There’s always one more curve, one more bridge to burn.

One More Curve Ahead

Outlaw Country Rock 2025 🚛 “Renegade Rhythms” – Your Red‑Dirt Road‑Trip Anthem!
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Verse 1
Rust on the fender, red-dirt thunder, midnight hidin’ our sins,
Gas-station coffee, .45 softly hummin’ beneath the dash-light grin.
We bet our souls on borrowed wheels, burnin’ rubber through the pine,
Swore daylight couldn’t catch us—hell, we thought we owned time.

Chorus
Raise a glass to the gone-by days, outlaw brave and neon wild,
Broken laws and mason-jars, moonlit kisses, feral-child.
Years ran off like river thieves, but they couldn’t steal that spark—
Every scar still hums the melody we tattooed on the dark.
Yeah, the clock keeps cheatin’ hearts, but the memories never rust;
They’re chrome-plated, high-octane, ridin’ shotgun with our dust.

Verse 2
Barstool prophets preach of love, but I’m payin’ tabs with ghosts;
High-noon promises went bust on that ragged Texas coast.
Still taste her velvet wildfire, still hear the outlaw choir ring;
Though the badge took back the highway, it can’t cuff the songs we sing.

Chorus
Raise a glass to the gone-by days, outlaw brave and neon wild,
Broken laws and mason-jars, moonlit kisses, feral-child.
Years ran off like river thieves, but they couldn’t steal that spark—
Every scar still hums the melody we tattooed on the dark.
Yeah, the clock keeps cheatin’ hearts, but the memories never rust;
They’re chrome-plated, high-octane, ridin’ shotgun with our dust.

Bridge
When a freight train yodels midnight, and the coyotes join the tune,
I hitch my heart to boxcar dreams and lonesome steel-string blues.
Might be older, might hurt colder, but the fire’s still raisin’ Cain—
A renegade beneath these wrinkles, thunder pumpin’ through my veins.

Chorus
Raise a glass to the gone-by days, outlaw brave and neon wild,
Broken laws and mason-jars, moonlit kisses, feral-child.
Years ran off like river thieves, but they couldn’t steal that spark—
Every scar still hums the melody we tattooed on the dark.
Yeah, the clock keeps cheatin’ hearts, but the memories never rust;
They’re chrome-plated, high-octane, ridin’ shotgun with our dust.

Renegade Rhythms of Yesterday

On this note gone take a short break to focus on other projects but will be back with some more whiskey soaked outlaw country.
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Whiskey‑soaked outlaw anthem • Gone Before the Sunrise Hits • Official Music Video 2025
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Verse 1
There’s a hollow-necked guitar where your picture used to be,
Its strings ring black-powder blues in a one-man jamboree.
Your perfume’s long departed, but the ache keeps carryin’ on—
So I hunt another answer to why the whiskey’s always gone.

Chorus
Why’s the whiskey always gone, burnin’ hotter than the sun?
It buys me ten-cent miracles, then it leaves me come-undone.
Every sip’s a short-lived pardon, every dawn a loaded gun—
But the question keeps on ridin’: why’s the whiskey always gone?

Verse 2
Payday at the roadside mart—slide my wages ‘cross the wood,
The clerk don’t sell redemption, but he swears this batch is good.
Your mercy’s locked in heaven, behind some door I can’t outrun,
So I settle debts with devil rye, still wonderin’ where it’s gone.

Chorus
Why’s the whiskey always gone, burnin’ hotter than the sun?
It buys me ten-cent miracles, then it leaves me come-undone.
Every sip’s a short-lived pardon, every dawn a loaded gun—
But the question keeps on ridin’: why’s the whiskey always gone?

Verse 3
When they lay my boots in hickory dirt and the jukebox lights go black,
They’ll say I chased a phantom trail and never made it back.
Carve this on the headstone so the truth rolls on and on:
“He traded love for brown regret, still askin’ where it’s gone.”

Chorus
Why’s the whiskey always gone, burnin’ hotter than the sun?
It buys me ten-cent miracles, then it leaves me come-undone.
Every sip’s a short-lived pardon, every dawn a loaded gun—
But the question keeps on ridin’: why’s the whiskey always gone?

Gone Before the Sunrise Hits

3Anima es una banda efímera gallega, que presenta este EP homónimo como una vía de escape al mundo. 
Cuenta la leyenda de la Santa Compaña que, una persona viva y condenada, lidera una procesión de almas en pena que vagan por los caminos durante la noche, portando velas y vestidos con túnicas negras. Se dice que su aparición es de mal agüero, anunciando la muerte de alguien pronto.
3Anima se centra en la angustia, el desconsuelo y la impotencia de ese vivo, que no puede ver la belleza de un mundo que se desmorona a su alrededor.

Océano

3Anima

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