Why there is nothing about this masterpiece on any websites?

A musical love letter to the man who raised fire and laughter, with wheels under his soul and stories in his wake.
For the one who still believes the best thrills take time.
Dedicated to Arnulf, “Ulven” 🛻🌌

Wolf in the Skies

Well now, listen up, y'all! 🤠🥃 studiowhitebird done cooked up somethin' special, somethin' that'll hit ya right in the gut like a shot of good ol' rye.
We're talkin' 'bout 'Whiskey & Regret'! This ain't no campfire sing-along, bless your heart. This here's a slow-burnin' Country Ballad mixed with some real Outlaw Country and a whole lotta Blues-Rock. Got a voice on it, deep and rough, like it's been soaked in a barrel of the finest whiskey, with a proper Texan twang. You'll hear that mournful slide guitar cryin', and a beat that drags heavy, like boots through mud. It's dark, it's introspective, and it burns somethin' fierce.
This tune's for them nights when the past just won't stay buried, and them scars of yours sing louder than any debt. Truth is, there ain't no cure, just 'Whiskey & Regret.' Y'all best give it a listen, hear?

Na, wie geht's, Leute? 🤠🥃 studiowhitebird hat da was Besonderes auf die Beine gestellt, etwas, das euch direkt in den Magen trifft wie ein guter alter Whiskey - Schluck.
Wir reden hier von 'Whiskey & Regret'! Das ist kein Lagerfeuer-Gesang. Das hier ist eine langsam brennende Country-Ballade, gemischt mit echtem Outlaw Country und einer ganzen Menge Blues-Rock. Da ist eine Stimme drauf, tief und rau, als wäre sie in einem Fass vom feinsten Whiskey getränkt, mit einem ordentlichen texanischen Akzent. Ihr werdet diese klagende Slide-Gitarre weinen hören und einen Beat, der schwer schleppt, wie Stiefel durch Schlamm. Es ist düster, es ist introspektiv und es brennt gewaltig.
Dieser Song ist für die Nächte, in denen die Vergangenheit einfach nicht begraben bleiben will und eure Narben lauter singen als jede Schuld. Die Wahrheit ist, es gibt kein Heilmittel, nur 'Whiskey & Regret'. Ihr solltet euch das besser anhören, hört ihr?

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Whiskey & Regret

"Burn Me Slow" is a slow-burning blues ballad about a young couple caught in a storm of love, lust, and jealousy. The song follows the emotional rollercoaster of a passionate relationship where desire fuels both connection and conflict. The narrator feels the fire of intimacy but is haunted by suspicion as their lover's attention drifts. As doubt grows and trust erodes, the song questions the sincerity of love that thrives on temptation. With haunting verses, a bittersweet chorus, and long soulful instrumental parts, the track captures the fragile beauty and hidden pain of a love that burns too hot to last.


🎵 Title: "Burn Me Slow"


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[instrumental intro – slow electric blues guitar, soft organ – 0:00–0:25]

[verse 1 – 0:26–0:55]
We met beneath a blood-red moon,
Your lips were sweet, your touch in tune.
You pulled me close, no words were said,
Just heat and hunger in our bed.
But passion, baby, cuts both ways—
It feeds the night, then haunts the days.

[instrumental 1 – guitar solo – 0:56–1:15]

[verse 2 – 1:16–1:45]
You danced in silk, I watched in flame,
Each time you moaned, you called my name.
But I see how you turn your head,
When someone else walks by instead.
It’s fire and thrill, then doubt and sigh—
You lift me up, then make me cry.

[chorus – 1:46–2:15]
Love me slow, or let me go,
Don’t make me burn and never know.
Are you mine, or just a show?
I can’t keep drowning in your glow.
Your kiss is wine, your lie is cold—
I need the truth before we’re old.

[instrumental 2 – slow organ and bluesy bends – 2:16–2:35]

[verse 3 – 2:36–3:05]
You laugh too long at strangers’ lines,
You say it's nothing, but it bites.
Your eyes still search, though I am near,
It turns my love to smoke and fear.
I try to trust, but lose the fight—
I'm chasing shadows every night.

[instrumental 3 – moody guitar + faint harmonica – 3:06–3:25]

[verse 4 – 3:26–3:55]
You say I’m yours, but still you roam,
You love the chase more than the home.
Your perfume lingers in my chest,
But so does doubt—it never rests.
I gave you all, you gave me thrill,
But baby, lust don’t pay the bill.

[bridge – 3:56–4:16]
You want the fire, not the flame,
You want the thrill without the name.
But hearts ain’t toys and nights grow cold—
Even passion can't be sold.

[instrumental 4 – long sentimental guitar solo, soft organ – 4:17–4:45]
(Weeping bends, slow and expressive…)

[chorus reprise – 4:46–5:15]
Love me slow, or let me go,
Don’t leave me aching head to toe.
Are you mine, or just for show?
Tell me now—I need to know.

[instrumental outro – 5:16–5:30]
Guitar fades slowly into soft minor chord, whisper of organ in the back…


Burn Me Slow

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Forgive 
Is 
To Live 
And let live. 
The understanding 
And transparency 
With the  
Soul’s inerrancy. 
The ego’s discrepancy. 
As the universe 
Grants clemency. 
The grace 
Of dualities. 
Coherency 
While my clarity 
Looks at 
Relational 
Disparity. 
An act  
Of insincerity. 
The tendency 
Toward 
Popularity 
Becoming the route 
Of jealousy’s 
Psychotherapy. 

The understanding 
Of this hegemony 
Becomes extraordinary 
Freedom of  
The toxic parodies 
Ascendancy. 
The sick and  
Tortured mind 
Groping in darkness 
No more. 
The lesson learned 
The lessons to be 
A will with lessons 
Of freedom to see. 

This bondage  
Of self 
As separation 
Is being dealt. 
From a therapist 
Or a parent 
Where love is not 
Honestly being felt 
Or 
Transparent. 
The key to 
This conundrum 
Separation 
One from 
Done from 
Affront from 
Look to 
It’s opposite. 
Acceptance 
And love from 
Not to 
Judge from. 
The agony of me 
Is the toll  
Of the false 
Perception. 
I see 
Being laid down 
In front of me. 

The understanding 
Of this hegemony 
Becomes extraordinary 
Freedom of  
The toxic parodies 
Ascendancy. 
The sick and  
Tortured mind 
Groping in darkness 
No more. 
The lesson learned 
The lessons to be 
A will with lessons 
Of freedom to see. 

Forgive, and you 
Will see differently. 
This path to  
Nonduality. 
Becomes a reality. 
Grasping at 
The illusions 
Of  
money 
Property 
And prestige. 
Will not 
Control the liege. 
Freedom 
Of choice 
And joy 
To fulfill 
Not  
The projection 
Of separation 
And guilt. 
I will forgive 
And this will 
Disappear 
The removal 
Of pain 
And fear.

Clemency

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Cit Aikya 
Becomes 
My sight 
The willingness 
To move  
From my fright. 
Don’t perceive 
The attack 
It will put you 
In a state  
of lack 
It’s time  
To go back 
To a place  
That doesn’t  
keep track. 

The mind  
Is not 
White 
Or black. 
The perception 
May not be 
The fact. 
Oneness 
And awareness 
This is a  
State of 
Poetic clearness. 
The state of 
True conscientiousness 
My vision is 
The decision 
Of my original 
Nature. 

Original sin 
The crucifixion 
Where my mind 
Has been 
The lifting of 
The veil 
The understanding 
That all is not 
Necessarily real. 
Is it you 
That you feel 
Oneness 
And awareness 
The granting of 
The universal 
Harmonizing seal. 
Limitless and free 
Power and strength 
Abide in me. 

The mind  
Is not 
White 
Or black. 
The perception 
May not be 
The fact. 
Oneness 
And awareness 
This is a  
State of 
Poetic clearness. 
The state of 
True conscientiousness 
My vision is 
The decision 
Of my original 
Nature. 

Let go 
As my root 
Extends deep 
And my mind 
opens 
As my heart 
Embraces 
The awareness 
The presence 
Of a soul’s purpose 
And nature 
To love and serve

My True Nature

Part two of the soundtrack to a story about Cornish smuggling

God Knows I’ve Tried

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Don Quixote rides again 
To roam 
To find home 
Don Quixote is never alone. 
His page 
His sage 
His squire 
Sancho for hire 
Righteousness and valor 
Became 
His secret power. 
Honorificabilitudinitatibus 
Creating honor 
Is my must 
Fire and Ice 
My soul 
My honor 
My courage 
My sword 
Fear no more! 
I stand in the light 
And choose to see 
Miracles in my sight. 
This choice 
Is the fight 
To know what’s right 
Death cannot fight my might 
As I ride my Mustang 
I am a knight 
Destined to set 
Things aright 
Don Quixote is alive 
In my mind 
Looking for 
Love 
Honor 
And atonement 
Seek  
And it appears 
In the moment. 
Three layers 
Of consciousness 
As the mechanism 
Of my illusion 
My honorable conclusion 
To love and to loss 
No wall is too high 
Or impenetrable 
For the destiny 
Of my soul 
No fire too menacing 
No ice too cold  
The speed of light 
Dancing with time 
The restlessness 
Analogous 
In my mind 
Fundamental rhythm 
Of my routine 
Broken by 
The culture  
And the dream. 
The speed of light 
Is broken by 
What is difficult 
To find. 
Rocinante 
To Don of the dawn 
Lives on!! 
Past time 
And all of its crimes 
Regret no more! 
My honor 
I implore! 
Through space and time 
As I begin to explore 
The world’s cruelty  
No more! 
Don Quixote rides 
Through time 
Love’s sublime 
The courage to find 
Peace  
In my mind.

Don Quixote Lives On!

Some say the world is built on rules

The Little Things of Christmas

Back in 1794, when the feds came knockin' with their taxman grin
We lit the barns ablaze, poured the proof down the river's sin
Hamilton's quill scribblin' chains for the freeborn kin
But we raised our flintlocks high, let the revolution begin

Whiskey rebellion, firewater revolt
Spit in the eagle's eye, drown the debt in our throat
Barrels burstin' buckshot, her skirt hiked in the fight
American bastards, claimin' the night
Moonshine militia, crime's amber flame
Gunsmoke and lace, screamin' Washington's name

She rode shotgun with a garter full of lead, eyes wild as the hollow
Slingin' sour mash grenades, makin' redcoats swallow
We torched the gauger's tent, left his ledger in the blaze
Her laugh cut the powder smoke, hazy in the rebel haze

Whiskey rebellion, firewater revolt
Spit in the eagle's eye, drown the debt in our throat
Barrels burstin' buckshot, her skirt hiked in the fight
American bastards, claimin' the night
Moonshine militia, crime's amber flame
Gunsmoke and lace, screamin' Washington's name

They hanged the ringleaders from sycamores tall and grim
But the stills still whisper secrets in the copper rim
No pardon for the poured-out, no mercy for the bold
Just echoes in the jug, stories bought and sold

Whiskey rebellion
Firewater revolt
Barrels burstin' buckshot
American bastards
Moonshine militia
Gunsmoke and lace, screamin' Washington's name


Whiskey Rebellion

Lasso That Dream is a Western‑flavored country anthem about reclaiming your power, guiding your inner world, and shaping the future you’re ready to live. Set against the backdrop of open plains, starlit skies, and the steady rhythm of a horse‑trot heartbeat, this song blends classic country storytelling with the spiritual truth that dreams aren’t just reflections — they’re wild mustangs waiting to be guided.

With warm acoustic guitars, gentle steel guitar, and a soulful female vocal, the song rides through themes of intention, courage, and conscious creation. It reminds the listener that every dream is a lantern, every vision a compass, and every night an opportunity to lasso a brighter tomorrow.

This version carries the grit of the frontier and the hope of a sunrise — a country ballad for anyone learning to steer their dreams, shape their destiny, and manifest a life that feels like home.

Lasso That Dream” Country / Western Version

We write musical poetry - a form of abstract realism - our intention is to provide our listeners with a cadence, a path to peace of mind. Stand on your purpose, Live through each day, Rest, Listen and pray. Pray for the meditative rhythm as we work and play.

We’re the Cruz's of Whoa Productions, a small-town indie duo whose journey with spiritual teachers across the world now lives inside the poems we write together at dawn.

Tune Your Mind is where those poems become songs—original, metaphysical tracks crafted from our own words, ideas, and vision, with the music thoughtfully composed using AI as our studio partner. Every piece is a daily ritual in sound, written as a playbook for thriving and a return to your true self.

These are poems you can feel: lyrical meditations set to music for reflection, healing, and inner alignment—especially for closing the day, softening your thoughts, and preparing your mind for sleep.

New soul-nourishing drops every week. Listen, reflect, rise, and rest.

Clemency

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