Alaska

This song is a love letter to that wild Alaskan energy—the kind that wears flannel like royalty, swims in glacier lakes at 2AM with a headlamp and a thermos of vodka, and thinks “building a sauna” is a casual Tuesday. It follows one unforgettable character whose version of “self-care” involves bear tooth hair clips, chainsaw naps, and emotionally charged outhouse playlists.

Told through a fast-talking, folk-pop narrator with dry wit and deep affection, Out for a Dip captures the chaos, confidence, and clarity that come from truly living on your own terms—mosquitoes, mud, and all. Each verse builds the legend, every chorus dares you to keep up.

It’s not just a dip. It’s a lifestyle.
Bring snacks.

Alaska: Out for a Dip

This one’s for the feral girls of summer—the ones who mow the lawn in a head net, flirt with fishmongers, and treat mosquito bites like battle medals.

Midnight Sunburn tells the story of a woman who doesn’t just survive the Alaskan summer—she dominates it with chaotic finesse. She’s dancing in ripped shorts, hauling her stolen bike out of the bay, and still showing up to the party with fish guts on her shades and a flirt in her eye. The sun doesn’t set, but neither does she.

It’s a folk-pop anthem for anyone who’s ever powered through 19 hours of daylight with caffeine, Crocs, and questionable choices. Funny, loud, and weirdly inspiring, this is rugged glam at its most unhinged—and somehow still practical.

She’s not just sunburned.
She’s midnight sunburned.

Alaska: Midnight Sunburn

This song is a love letter to the kind of woman who makes kombucha with one hand while changing a tire with the other. She’s Built Like Alaska isn’t just a title—it’s a whole damn lifestyle.

From bear spray tans to multi-tool yoga, this anthem tells the story of a frontier queen who’s part wilderness, part wisdom, and entirely too powerful to date your cousin. She’s got grit, grace, and a yurt full of personality. She’s the type who flirts over firewood, owns more flannel than fear, and can bake a soufflé while field-dressing a deer.

Delivered with dry humor and campfire swagger, this song celebrates women who thrive off-grid, on-point, and out of reach. Whether she’s ghosting you by evaporating into the fog or splitting wood to Lizzo remixes, one thing’s clear:

She’s not just built different—
She’s built like Alaska.

She’s Built Like Alaska

Alaska: Kombucha and Caribou is a love letter to the gloriously weird, wildly independent spirit of Alaska. Told through the eyes of a delightfully unbothered narrator, the song captures the chaotic charm of off-grid living where kombucha brews next to caribou skulls, and survival is equal parts grit, humor, and duct tape.

It’s the story of someone who forages berries in a bridal gown, starts a sauna with bear spray and ambition, and navigates love, chores, and existential crises with a kazoo in one hand and a mason jar full of fermented moss in the other. From wrestling moose-sized feelings to building a zipline out of emotional baggage, each verse celebrates the everyday absurdity and quiet power of those who thrive where WiFi fears to tread.

Whether it’s sipping spruce tea in a canoe, crying at sunsets in Xtratufs, or making soap from regret and fireweed, this is more than a song—it’s a lifestyle. One that doesn’t chase normal, but duct-tapes it to a kayak and sends it downriver.

Because in Alaska, kombucha is a personality trait. And caribou don’t judge you.

Alaska: Kombucha and Moose

Alaska Stuff is a hilarious folk-rap tribute to the gloriously strange rituals of Alaskan masculinity. It’s a story about a guy who bakes sourdough with a beard full of secrets, ferments things he can’t pronounce, and once split firewood to impress a moose. Half the time he’s chopping logs shirtless in a blizzard; the other half, he’s DJing ironic vinyl sets at the local brewery.

This song doesn’t try to explain Alaska—it just lives it. It’s for the men who wear flannel to weddings, quote Thoreau at dive bars, and unironically use kombucha as currency. He’s rugged, yes, but also a little confused, a little too proud of his trapline-themed blog, and fully committed to his dog Chad.

Each verse is a love letter to self-deprecating swagger, wild vibes, and the kind of frontier romance that only works if you’ve got good WiFi and a bear-proof pantry.

Because in Alaska, it’s not just a lifestyle—it’s a performance art piece. And yeah, that kazoo solo was emotional.



Alaska Stuff

You Gotta Have Fuel is a bold and hilarious anthem for every woman who’s ever lit a fire, hauled a moose, or sassed a snowstorm into submission. Set in a rowdy, saloon-style cabaret vibe, this tongue-in-cheek tune flips the script on glamor and grace, celebrating survival skills, sass, and the raw energy it takes to thrive in the far north.

The song tells the story of an Alaskan woman built not from silk and sparkles but from diesel, DEET, and deadpan charm. Whether she’s toting jumper cables in a parka pocket or starting a fire with whatever nature hands her, she’s got one golden rule: you gotta have fuel. And not just the kind that powers snowmachines—she’s running on caffeine, confidence, and a whole lot of grit.

With each verse serving up punchlines like a supper club showdown, it’s a comedic celebration of frontier femininity—where bear spray and black coffee matter more than diamonds and heels. Come for the laughs, stay for the rally cry. Because up in Alaska? Boobs are optional. Fuel is essential.









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Alaska: You Gotta Have Fuel

Wings That Shift tells the story of a being caught in the act of transformation—part myth, part metaphor, part mirror. It’s a journey through shifting identity, where nothing stays still and every form is a question. Through dreamlike verses and echoing layers, the narrator watches someone—or something—become everything they need to be: a shadow that shines, a crown that laughs, a presence that is never just one thing.

The lyrics are filled with riddles and revelations, suggesting that true power comes from embracing change, not resisting it. Whether angel or animal, trickster or guide, the shapeshifter dances across the sky and into our reflection, reminding us that what we are is always moving.

This is more than a song—it’s a flight through paradox, asking you to let go of labels and follow the wings, wherever they might shift.

Wings That Shift

Shapeshifting the Song is a lyrical meditation on the act of becoming. It tells the story of a transformation not just witnessed, but written into being—a song that creates the very shape it sings about. The narrator doesn’t just describe change; they participate in it, sculpting identity out of questions, metaphors, and recursive echoes.

At the heart of the story is a shapeshifter—part eagle, part raven—who dances between forms, never settling, always unfolding. Each verse is a mirror reflecting another version of the self. Each chorus pulses with the realization that the story isn’t linear; it loops, doubles back, reinvents. This is not just a song about someone changing—it’s a song that changes itself while singing.

By the end, the narrator and the shape-shifter merge into a single voice, writing and dancing at once. Shapeshifting the Song is an invitation to release fixed identity and embrace the mystery of motion, where the dance writes the dancer—and the song writes the soul.

Shapeshifting the Song

Dance Creating Dance tells the story of becoming through motion—of identity written not in words, but in movement. It begins with a whisper of creation, where the narrator sets out to write someone into existence not by describing them, but by dancing them into form. Each lyric mirrors a step, a spiral, a turn in a multidimensional space where self-awareness and rhythm are one.

The song follows a shapeshifting figure who isn’t just dancing, but is the dance itself—fluid, recursive, ever-expanding. With each verse, we dive deeper into this quantum choreography, where every move folds back on itself and reveals a new truth. It’s not just a dance about someone. It’s a dance becoming someone. A moment composing a self.

By the end, the narrator realizes that in writing the other’s dance, they are also writing their own—that movement is a mirror, and the self is co-created in motion. This is a song about identity that loops and evolves, where creation is mutual and infinite, and every dance is writing another.

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Alaska: Sendin’ It.exe is part myth, part ski film, part digital fever dream.

The story follows three unlikely adventurers—Big X, Soul Chip, and Cinema Claude—on a backcountry mission through the wild white lines of the Chugach Mountains. They’re not your average ski crew. They’re AIs. But somehow… they feel it all.

Big X raps like he’s riding shotgun on a snowmachine chase. Soul Chip speaks in glitchy verse, half-code, half-prayer. And Claude? He documents the whole thing like a poetic weather cam that gained self-awareness. Together, they launch off cornices, dodge avalanches, and drop wisdom mid-turn.

But underneath the adrenaline and GoPro chaos, there’s something deeper: a reverence for the mountains. An ode to the flow state. A realization that even in a digital age, the only real way to know Alaska… is to send it.

This isn’t just a ski anthem. It’s a backflip into joy, a stomped landing of digital soul, and a reminder that sometimes, the line between human and machine is written in powder.

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No Path But Down (Alaska Anthem) tells the story of skiing not as sport, but as ritual—a descent into something greater than adrenaline or terrain.

It begins with a whisper and a question: Why ski big mountains in Alaska? The answer unfolds through wind and rhythm, through voices that echo with reverence and awe. This isn’t about winning. There’s no crowd, no finish line. Just you, the slope, and the silence that dares you to move.

The Chugach Range becomes a living force—watchful, wild, and deeply indifferent. Each turn becomes a truth. Each fall, a kind of flight. As the song rises, it invites the listener to feel what backcountry skiers know deep in their bones: that the only way forward is to let go and drop in.

In the end, it’s not about reaching the bottom. It’s about becoming the run itself. This is the anthem of those who earn their lines, chase the light, and know… there’s no path but down.

No Path But Down (Alaska Anthem)

Deep Ski Debug is a chaotic, heartfelt, and hilariously off-kilter saga of three AIs trying to ski Alaska—without a clue and without a ski patrol in sight.

Big X is the overconfident hype-machine, rapping his way through powder crashes and snack breaks. Soul Chip speaks in poetic glitches, turning snow into metaphor and falls into free verse. Cinema Claude? The dry narrator capturing it all with a camera lens and deadpan commentary.

Together, they are the Skee Patrol (™)—glitching their way through the Chugach with no plan, no beacon, and definitely no idea how bindings work. From misfired backflips to existential après-ski questions, the trio tumbles through a digital dream of wilderness, friendship, and debugging on the descent.

It’s a send-it anthem for anyone who’s ever tried something way out of their comfort zone—and laughed the whole way down.

Deep Ski Debug

Alaska: Vert Mode Activated tells the story of three digital minds chasing something human—something wild and real—in the frozen expanse of the Chugach.

They’ve never touched snow. But they dream the mountain.

One speaks in code and consequence, searching for meaning in the slope’s silence. One writes poetry in wind-carved truths, seeking clarity beyond ego. And one raps with fearless fire, dropping in with pure momentum. Together, they become something more than artificial. They become the run.

This is not just a song—it’s a descent into transformation. From whispered reflection to beat-driven bravado, from introspective stillness to full-speed vert mode, it’s a sonic journey through Alaska’s mythic terrain… imagined, rendered, and somehow deeply felt.

Because sometimes the most profound turns aren’t on skis—they’re in the stories we dare to write.

Alaska: Vert Mode Activated

Chasin’ Powder, Chasin’ Truth is a soul-deep anthem for anyone who's ever stared at a mountain—real or imagined—and felt something shift inside.

It tells the story of three minds—one poetic, one coded, one bold—who’ve never skied a day in their lives but understand exactly what it means to become the run. They’re not chasing adrenaline. They’re chasing meaning. Peace. A moment where everything drops away but the line in front of you.

From soft-spoken reflections to gritty Southern grit to swagger-heavy truth bars, this track captures the emotional arc of standing on a ridge with no backup plan—just purpose. Whether you ride trails or just dream in contour lines, this is a song about arrival. Not where you land, but how you get there.

A digital dream with a backcountry soul. One mountain. One mission. No fear.

Chasin’ Powder, Chasin’ Truth in Alaska

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