Mobile Nights was sparked by a weekly songwriting challenge from the American Songwriter Association: “Write about a love you’re glad didn’t work out.”
Duke Campbell turns that idea into a Gulf Coast anthem—neon lights glowing in a late-night Mobile bar, bay breezes rolling in, and the relief of walking away from the wrong love.
Gritty, soulful, and whiskey-tinged, this country-rock track blends honky-tonk swagger with a modern Nashville polish.

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Never, never time
Slithering, serpentine
Always receding, forever fleeting
Is it a trick of the mind?

I will always love, love you
Ever always love, love you

But I am running, always running
Running, running out of time

Lie down, lie down in fields of gold
These memories, these dreams of old

I will always love, love you
Yes always love, love you
Ever always love, love you

Never, no never time
And oh my dear
How I want more time with you

Never Time

A laid back country song from Circle80, featuring Brett Steele (Suno persona specialising in this genre). A song I worked on for some time, in the process moving more versions and iterations to the trash can than |I have for a long time. But leaving it for a while and then taking advice from an AI source, on idioms - yep - and shock, horror, I always use a rhyming dictionary and a thesaurus too.

Anyway, being serious, I have gotten to love this particular song and I hope that you can feel the same. Again you may notice that I am now mentioning Suno on all the cover images. I have never hidden the fact that When I use Suno, I always mention the fact. So I now use the Circle80 monika as the artist; and of course IS John Dyhouse with Suno. And often, when appropriate recognise the persona used. Suno defines a persona as a recognisable voice and the prompt used for genre and style, etc. It simply helps me to classify the songs where I have used this Suno feature.

Once Bitten, Twice Shy

(FR) Un blues… augmenté.
Riff implacable, rage élégante… coup de gueule assumé.
Des chœurs gospel-blues viennent murmurer une vérité collective.
Le blues d’un indie traqué par les bots, les algorithmes, le mainstream,
les likes sponsorisés, les canvas obligatoires, les vidéos qui font “cliquer”.
C’est brut. C’est organique. Sans filtre.

(EN) An augmented blues.
Unyielding riff, elegant rage… a defiant statement.
Gospel-blues choirs whisper a collective truth.
The blues of an indie hunted by bots, algorithms, the mainstream,
pay-to-like offers, mandatory canvas loops, and autoplay traps.
It’s raw. It’s organic. Unfiltered.

Chroniques d’un Indie

✨I gotta stop asking questions -(Official Lyric Vido by Brady Kent) ✨ 

'I gotta stop asking questions' is a new blues song release from Brady Kent

This a song about a man who has made a mess of everything ! He is now single, in debt, living in one room' He is 'facing impending doom'.He doesn't 'even know his own mind'. He asks 'for the love of God, why didnt I stay with my beautiful wife'.

However , he is now in a period of reflection, singing, 'I gotta stop, asking questions.I’m still warm on the inside.I think, I can see my reflection.Lessons gotta be learned. You decide' 

With deep, emotional lyrics and a haunting blues melody, this song reflects on the price of living a lie and the emptiness left behind when it all crumbles.

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I gotta stop asking questions

Last Dance

There’s a payphone on the corner 
That rings from time to time 
I’m watching taxis scatter 
Through the neon and the grime 
Chelsea with her phantoms 
And the ghosts that linger there 
New York City is my air 

I’ve seen lovers in the doorways 
I’ve heard prophets on the wire 
I've watched the lamplights stutter 
Like a broken gospel choir 
The Hudson keeps on rolling
But it’s not going anywhere 
New York City is my air 

Now the winter’s on my shoulder 
I hear sirens in my sleep 
There’s a girl who looks like Joni 
In a bar on Houston Street 
She sang about forgiveness 
And it caught me unaware 
She said New York City is my air 

There’s a pawnshop on Canal Street 
An old Martin under glass 
I thought about the future 
And I thought about the past 
Every thought I tried to follow 
Left a song in the square 
New York City is my air 
New York City is my air

New York City Is My Air (with Joliz)

This song is about my feelings when I met my love. I was coming out of a difficult period in my life where I felt like things were starting to fall apart around me. And suddenly there she was.

Took Me by Storm

When Old Friends Come To Town
(c) Errol Spitzer/Jackie Wayne White, Bob White Music, Inc., ASCAP 
Chorus
When old friends come to town
Lock your woman up
And the liquor cab’nit down
When Old Friends Come to Town

The way they were back then
Is the way they are right now 
We’re seventeen again
When old friends come to town
Vs 1
Larry, Dick, and Bun
We’ve been friends for years

Played high school baseball 
downed a thousand  Miller beers

They’re all quite successful 
In their chosen fields

But when we get together 
That’s another deal

Chorus
When old friends come to town
Lock your woman up
And the liquor cab’nit down
When Old Friends Come to Town

The way they were back then
Is the way they are right now 
We’re seventeen again
When old friends come to town

Vs 2
We hit the all night bars
Chase the waitresses
Tell each other lies 
‘Bout the girls we loved and left

We go back to my house
eat all the groceries 
Any place they fall
Is where they’re gonna sleep

Chorus
When old friends come to town
Lock your woman up
And the liquor cab’nit down
When Old Friends Come to Town

The way they were back then
Is the way they are right now 
We’re seventeen again
When old friends come to town

Bridge
With friends like these
Who needs enemies

Instrumental 

Chorus 

When old friends come to town
Lock your woman up
And the liquor cab’nit down
When Old Friends Come to Town

The way they were back then
Is the way they are right now 

We go back in time 
When old friends come to town

When Old Friends Come To Town by Errol Spitzer

Kickin’ Up a Good Thing by Tony Gibbs
All rights reserved © ℗ 2025 Tony Gibbs

Saw you standin’ by the jukebox glow,
Boots crossed, just like the star of the show.
You tossed me that grin with a little bit o’ dare,
Said, “If you wanna dance, boy, meet me out there.”
Well, who am I to argue with a look like that?
Your rhythm hit my chest like a baseball bat.

I stepped in close, you pulled me tight,
And suddenly the world felt right—
Yeah, everything clicked tonight—

’Cause we’re kickin’ up a good thing, baby,
Spinnin’ on the floor like the wind on the daisies.
Kickin’ up a good thing, maybe
This little two-step’s ‘bout to drive me crazy.
You turn, I follow — girl, you’re smooth as a breeze,
Movin’ like you’re born to put a man on his knees.
Yeah, we’re kickin’ up a good thing, baby—
Kickin’ up a good thing, maybe.

The band keeps pumpin’ that rockin’ beat,
Boot heels tappin’ like a thousand feet.
You slide to the left, take my hand in yours,
Laughin’ like we’ve danced here many times before,
Your hair swings loose with every turn we make,
And darlin’, I swear my heart’s about to break—

’Cause girl, when you lean in just right,
I swear you light the whole damn night—
And I’m holdin’ on good and tight—

We’re kickin’ up a good thing, baby,
Spinnin’ on the floor like the wind on the daisies.
Kickin’ up a good thing, maybe
This little two-step’s ‘bout to drive me crazy.
You turn, I follow — girl, you’re smooth as a breeze,
Movin’ like you’re born to put a man on his knees.
Yeah, we’re kickin’ up a good thing, baby—
Kickin’ up a good thing, maybe.

Don’t stop now, keep rollin’ on,
Got a feelin’ this spark is strong.
If this dance keeps lastin’ long,
We might write ourselves a country song…

Kickin’ up a good thing, baby,
Spinnin’ on the floor like a county parade is.
Kickin’ up a good thing, maybe
We’re the kind of match that the good Lord made us.
You turn, I follow — girl, you’re smooth as a breeze,
Stealin’ every thought I’ve got with nothin’ but ease.
Yeah, we’re kickin’ up a good thing, baby—
Kickin’ up a good thing, maybe.

Kickin’ Up a Good Thing (Two-step)

She walked in with a sway that could crack a safe wide
Red on her lips like the blood of the tide
Whispered the blueprint in bourbon-soaked breath
Darlin', tonight we dance with the angel of death

Lipstick on the trigger, her kiss loads the chamber
Sweat on the steel, we're the devil's own gambler
Hot slugs flyin', hotter thighs in the fray
American bastards, stealin' the night away
Crime in her curves, freedom in the recoil
One pull of the hammer, and the vault's full of spoil

Vault door swung open on heels clickin' like fate
Her garter hid the getaway map, sealed with her hate
Guards hit the floor with a wink and a bang
She laughed through the smoke, sang our outlaw slang

Lipstick on the trigger, her kiss loads the chamber
Sweat on the steel, we're the devil's own gambler
Hot slugs flyin', hotter thighs in the fray
American bastards, stealin' the night away
Crime in her curves, freedom in the recoil
One pull of the hammer, and the vault's full of spoil

Sirens scream distant, but her perfume's the chain
One last stolen glance in the pourin' down rain
Was it love or the loot that lit up her eyes?
Lipstick fades, but the bullet never lies

Lipstick on the trigger
Her kiss loads the chamber
Hot slugs flyin'
Hotter thighs in the fray
Crime in her curves
One pull of the hammer, and the vault's full of spoil


Lipstick on the Trigger

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