'Christmas Island' is the new beachy holiday party single from rising Nashville Country Music Artist Bryan Ruby.

Ruby is set to embark on a 10 date 'Heartbreak Tour: Christmas Island Edition' in support of the holiday single. 

Released on November 15, 2024.

©Bryan Ruby 2024

Christmas Island

A reminder of who really loves you. A Song Written by Russ and Nick Fenske. 

Musical Composition, Vocals and Produced through Suno Ai. Cover Art furnished by Meta Ai. 

Shout out SnapSeed for the editing tools.

Retouch Ai Pro thank you for the assist.

Final Cover Art by Nick Fenske 

Simple Type Of Man

July 3rd Took All We Had

Borrowed Blade is country grit and gospel backbone—songs hammered on an anvil of hard times, small-town faith, and second chances. Fiddle cries, pedal steel sighs, and a low Telecaster growl carry stories of men and women who don’t run from the storm; they ride straight through it. These tracks lean on porch-light prayers, two-lane highways, court dates, and kitchen-table reconciliations. The title speaks to winning with what tried to wound you: you take the lie, break it in half, and use it for a handle. From barroom whispers to Sunday-morning vows, the record moves from hush to holler—brush snare shuffles, train beats, waltzes, and boot-stomp 4/4. This is not revenge; it’s redemption with calluses. Press play when you need courage you can hear and a map you can follow.

fear-fast-(forty-days-of-quiet)

Whistle - Big Mo

This song isn’t about counting years—it’s about the hands you held, the lies you mended, and the small mercies that found you in the rain. The River Knows My Name was recorded with radical sparseness: one room, one voice, one guitar. Every creak and breath is left in place, because this song is about life exactly as it’s lived—imperfect, mortal, and full of grace.

The River Knows My Name

🎵 “The People, Not the Place

Old Keys
TimothyMichaelMusic
13 OCT 2021

V1.
The key to leaving behind the past
Is to lock it up and walk away.
And if I never shut that door
I’d always be tempted to stay
But this door looks like a mirror
And this reflection’s starting to show it
It don’t take much to quit 
And I’ll be gone before you know it.

Chorus
In the junk drawer in my kitchen
There’s a ring that’s filled with keys
They unlock everything I’ve owned
And they aid in my disease
I never want to turn back time
And be the things I was before
I’d be better off if I lost every one,
Because old keys don’t open new doors.

V2.
There’s the key to my first apartment.
The one we shared before I got burned
And the keys to every car I’ve crashed
And the lessons that I learned.
The keys to my failed hopes and dreams
The ones that you begged me to start.
And then there’s the key I hate the most
The one that unlocks my great big heart.

Chorus
In the junk drawer in my kitchen
There’s a ring that’s filled with keys
They unlock everything I’ve owned
And they aid in my disease
I never want to turn back time
And be the things I was before
I’d be better off if I lost every one,
Because old keys don’t open new doors

Bridge
The key to moving forward
And the key to moving on
Are the only keys I’m taking 
‘Cos I’m packed up and gone

Chorus
In the junk drawer in my kitchen
There’s a ring that’s filled with keys
They unlock everything I’ve owned
And they aid in my disease
I never want to turn back time
And be all the things I was before
I’d be better off if I lost every one,
Because old keys don’t open new doors



Old Keys (2025)

I Mean What I Said

SON OF THE GRIT

8 Seconds To Life (Dream Called Rodeo) – Version 2
Written and Produced by Lance Thomas Davidson
© 2025 All Rights Reserved.

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Lyrics: 
Boots and blood and dust and mud
The roar that shakes a Sunday town
Rednecks hollerin’ from the stands
Whiskey breath and pride so loud
Cowboy hats with stampede strings
Holdin’ tight through every swing
Silver buckle dreams so bright
Chasin’ glory under lights

He’s hooked for life on Rodeo
Heart racin’ fast, but money slow
Every time he hears that gate
He trades his body for a show
Boots and blood and dust and mud
And pride he’s too damn broke to let go
Cowboy’s chained to one mistake
That dream they call Rodeo

First ride, first win
Eight seconds turned to sin
Crowd screaming like a wildfire
Burning deep beneath his skin
Silver buckle on his belt
Mama cried with joy and fear
He tasted fame that one damn night
And kept comin’ back each year

Cuz once you ride the lightning
You ain’t gettin’ off that storm’s saddle
Every jolt of fear ignites you
Every buck becomes your battle

He’ll risk it all for Rodeo
Where every second feels like gold
Broken hips, shattered ankles
Broken backs turn young to old
But the crowd keeps pushin’ louder
Hope and fear both hit the flow
He’ll risk his life to taste the prize
That dream they call Rodeo

Second buckle, second year
Little fame, a lot more fear
Broken ribs and bruised-up pride
But he ain’t stoppin’ here
He’s chasin’ what he started
Even when the doctor said
“One more mess-up on your spine
And son, you might not leave that bed”

But legends ain’t made cautious
They fight the fear that makes ’em nauseous
They ride on borrowed bones
Every crack reminds ’em where they’re goin’

He’s hooked for life on Rodeo
Heart racin’ fast, but money slow
Every time he hears that gate
He trades his future for the show
Boots and blood and dust and mud
And scars that only cowboys know
Cowboy’s trapped inside the chase
Of that dream they call Rodeo

Ten more seasons — hell on earth
Farm notes due, no crops to show
Kids need shoes, wife needs comfort
Dreams cost more than ridin’ bulls can pay
She says, “I can’t watch you die
While that beast drags you below.”
Takes the babies, shuts the door
Leaves a note — “Enough, I go.”

Someday when the cheers stop ringin’
And he’s limpin’ off alone
When the bank man takes the family land
He’ll lose more than skin and bone
But regrets don’t fit a cowboy
Only legends, dust, and time
He will smile through all the wreckage
’Cause he knows he rode the line

Still hooked for life on Rodeo
He keeps on ridin’ though he knows
Every cheer is one step closer
To the grave he can’t outgrow
Boots and blood and dust and mud
And debts that choke like winter cold
Cowboy gambled heart and home
For that dream they call Rodeo

He sits alone in empty stands
No crowd to shout his name
But he smiles remembering
That one night he rode to fame
If you asked him, “Was it worth it?”
He’d nod slow, eyes like fire:
Better broken tryin’ to mount and saddle it
Than livin’ life with nothin’ higher

Eight seconds stole his whole damn life
And he’d still climb back again
’Cause cowboys die with boots laced tight
Chasin’ the dream called Rodeo

8 seconds To Life (Dream They Call Rodeo) - Version 2

Bryan Ruby is a rising country music artist, John Lennon International Songwriting Prize finalist and winner of Season 7 of the talent-search competition ‘Nashville Rising Song’. Ruby has captivated listeners with rich vocals and authentic storytelling on his summer 2025 EP ‘Growing Season’, planting roots deep in the country landscape - and the genre - on a project poised to “find his voice” The Tennessean. With recent features in Billboard, USA Today, NBC's The TODAY Show, CBS, Yahoo, The Boot, Wide Open Country, All Country News, Saving Country Music, and People Magazine, Ruby’s songs have been added to rotation on SiriusXM Country Pride and major playlists including Spotify's All New Country, Amazon's Pride Country, and ACM Fresh Music Friday. The Nash News praises his “introspective and relatable storytelling,” while MusicRow Magazine highlights his “expressive baritone,” and The Nashville Scene notes his “honey-bourbon voice that was destined for country music.”

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