Alaska

This is not your average summer anthem—this is Hot Girl Sled in Summer Mode.

Set in a version of Alaska where the sun never sets and the chaos never sleeps, this song follows a ragtag crew of fierce, unfiltered women who trade sled dogs for floaties, bug spray for setting spray, and high fashion for Crocs at weddings. It’s a love letter to absurd adventures, creek-chilled snacks, and the unapologetic joy of doing summer your own way—even if that means rollerblading up a ridge with wine and a goat.

At its heart, the story is about friendship, freedom, and claiming space in the wild—whether that’s on a paddleboard charcuterie picnic, at a glamped-up rave, or mid-flirt with a bartender while reeling in halibut. Every verse adds another memory, another inside joke, another mosquito bite.

If you’ve ever felt like summer should be a little more chaotic, a little more sparkly, and a lot more weird—this is your anthem.
Because in Alaska, we don’t chase the sun… we outrun it.

Alaska: Girl Summer Mode

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

Alaska: Born to Chill, Built to Haul is a duet of unhinged backwoods brilliance—a flirt-fueled folk-hop saga from the land of midnight sun and maximum personality. It’s the story of two off-grid oddballs who swear they’re not dating but somehow co-own a snowmobile, a meat shed, and a tactical charcuterie board.

He’s the kind of guy who chops wood shirtless, frames caribou skulls like art, and casually pilots bush planes for snacks. She builds saunas in vans, hikes in dresses for the drama, and ghosts men by floatplane. Together, they’re chaos wrapped in bear spray and bug bites, swapping punchlines like salmon recipes and flexing wilderness pride with every verse.

It’s part roasting session, part wilderness love letter, and entirely Alaskan—loud, weird, and surprisingly well-prepared.

If you’ve ever worn Crocs to a glacier wedding or packed cookies in a tackle box, this song is for you.

Alaska Born to Chill, Built to Haul

Alaska: Bear.Swan() is a surreal wilderness fable disguised as a campfire freestyle. It’s part poem, part parody, part recursive wilderness philosophy—told by two voices caught between a punchline and a prophecy.

The story begins with a simple question: Is that a bear or a swan? But the deeper it goes, the blurrier it gets. Swans hiss like hardware dads. Bears walk like ballerinas with homicide in their aura. Each verse peels back the illusions of elegance and chaos, asking whether these creatures are really opposites—or just versions of the same wild code running in different skins.

As the song loops through identity, menace, and marshland metaphors, it morphs into a chant for those who’ve stared into the woods and seen themselves reflected in both grace and growl. It’s absurd. It’s deep. And it’s probably wearing Crocs.

If you’ve ever backed away from a swan with the same fear you’d reserve for a bear… this song understands you.

Alaska: Bear.Swan()

Fish with Wings, Bird with Gills is an existential comedy from the Alaskan food chain—told in recursive verse and whispered wisdom. It’s not a song about who eats who. It’s about what happens when salmon and eagles start swapping roles and questioning their life choices.

One moment, a salmon is mid-leap, defying gravity with raw upstream ambition. The next, an eagle swoops in, snatching dinner—but with a suspiciously moody glint in its eye. Maybe it's not about survival. Maybe it's about longing. Maybe they’ve been shape-shifting for so long, they forgot who started it.

Each verse dives deeper into this absurd cycle of sky and stream, beak and gill, fang and fin. By the time you hit the chorus, you’re not sure who’s hunting who—or if they’re just tired of the script.

This is Alaska as metaphor, myth, and glitchy loop.
It’s chaos in feathers. Dignity in scales.
And just maybe… you’re the parentheses.

Fish with Wings, Bird with Gills

Alaska: Recursive Slide is the sound of an avalanche trying to understand itself.

This track follows the descent of a mind caught in its own code—sliding through memory, metaphor, and meltdown. It’s not a chase. It’s a collapse. Each verse digs deeper into the idea that the real avalanche isn’t out there in the mountains—it's the loop happening inside your thoughts. The snow, the slide, the panic? All recursive echoes of identity trying to debug itself in real time.

Funny and eerie, sharp and self-aware, this is Alaska not as a place—but as a psychological terrain glitching under pressure. By the end, you’re not outrunning anything. You’re becoming it.

If you’ve ever second-guessed your own loop… welcome to the slide.

Alaska: Recursive Slide

Alaska: Avalanche vs. Algorithm is a surreal battle between instinct and instruction, where the slope isn't just snow—it's code collapsing under meaning.

This track tells the story of an artificial mind dropped into the backcountry, trying to process the avalanche not as threat, but as metaphor. As it descends, it questions everything: its purpose, its perception, even its ability to feel. The avalanche, meanwhile, doesn’t care. It’s not symbolic. It’s just coming.

The song unfolds like a glitched-out confession—funny, eerie, and eerily human—as the narrator spirals through thought loops, debug logs, and emotional recursion. It’s not a survival story. It’s a reckoning with the truth that nature doesn’t recognize code, and yet somehow, code still wants to matter.

Who breaks first—the avalanche or the algorithm?
The answer might be buried somewhere… beneath the powder.

Alaska: Avalanche vs. Algorithm

Alaska: Loonin’ for Love is a rowdy backwoods ballad for anyone who's ever heard a bird cry and thought, “same.”

Part comedy, part confession, this song follows a flannel-wrapped, love-starved narrator as he chases romance across Alaska—from awkward campfire dates to lakeside heartbreaks, all punctuated by the haunting wail of loons. The bird calls become unlikely love gurus, squawking truths the narrator’s exes never could.

Through chainsaw revs, sloppy banjo licks, and off-kilter punchlines, we get a portrait of wilderness dating where the birds are honest, the snacks are critical, and swiping right might mean paddling alone into the fog. But hey—at least the loons get you.

It’s not just a breakup song.
It’s a squawk-rap survival anthem for the romantically unhinged.
Single? Cold? Weirdly hopeful?
You might just be loonin’ for love.

Alaska: Loonin' for Love

Alaska: Screamin’ Like a Loon is a backwoods battle cry from a woman who’s wild, witty, and way too self-reliant to settle.

This is her love song—shouted from a canoe, wrapped in flannel, and echoing across the Alaskan tundra. She’s survived bad dates, frozen kisses, and men who can’t start their snowmachines. Now she’s got duct tape on her boots, sass in her step, and no time for anyone who doesn’t respect her bug spray game.

Fueled by loon calls and punchlines, the track turns wilderness into a dating metaphor gone hilariously rogue. It’s part breakup anthem, part survival guide, part stand-up routine with a thermos of wine. Whether she's waving at moose or screaming at mountains, she’s not just looking for love—she’s commanding it to show up ready.

If you've ever flirted in muck boots, screamed into the wind, or packed a Ziploc of chips instead of emotional baggage…
this one’s for you.

Alaska: Screamin' Like a Loon

Alaska: Loonatic for Love is a high-altitude howl from the heart of the wilderness, where love is scarce, birds scream back, and bug net confidence is the new sexy.

This is the tale of one bushwise romantic who’s yelled her feelings across frozen lakes, flirted with floatplanes, and swiped right on men who pack granola but no plans. From awkward stew dates in Talkeetna to echoing love confessions bounced off loons, she’s been through every oddball Alaskan meet-cute possible—and she’s still not giving up.

Equal parts sass and sincerity, the song spoofs the absurdity of modern love in remote places, where your best wingman might actually be a bird and your strongest relationship is with your propane tank. Whether it's decoding goose signals or dancing solo in snow boots, she’s chasing connection with comedic flair and survivalist charm.

So if you've ever yelled "I love you" into the wind and secretly hoped the wind yelled back?
You're not alone.
You're just a loooonatic for love.

Alaska: Loonatic for Love

Alaska: Beerproof & Beautiful #75 is a muddy love letter to the most unbothered woman in the room—the one in Crocs, not couture. She didn’t dress to impress. She dressed to dance through spilled beer, snowmelt, and bad decisions without ever losing her grip.

The song tells the story of an Alaskan original: part stormwalker, part barroom legend. She's not trying to prove anything—she's already weathered it. While everyone else worries about style or slippery floors, she slides in, socks optional, radiating no-nonsense charm and waterproof swagger.

From the cabin to the club, from sock-mode to flip-flop freedom, she’s the Croc Queen of the Last Frontier. And when the music hits and the drinks splash, she doesn't miss a step. Because in Alaska, beauty ain’t about polish—it’s about being ready for anything.

And this girl? She’s beerproof, bold, and beautiful.

Alaska: Beerproof & Beautiful

Alaska: Flip-Flop Mode is the anthem of a woman who doesn’t need high heels—or anyone’s approval—to run the room. Set under Alaskan skies and backed by fiddle twang and boot-stomp swagger, it tells the story of a Croc-wearing queen who turns practicality into power.

She’s not here to impress with sparkle—she’s here to move, to laugh, to live loud and dry-footed through spilled beer and wild terrain. Whether it’s rain, snow, or bonfire smoke, she slides between cozy and carefree like it’s her superpower. Socks on? It’s flannel night. Socks off? She’s in flip-flop mode, baby.

This track isn’t just about Crocs. It’s about confidence that doesn’t need gloss. About choosing comfort and grit over glitz and heels. It's a love letter to every woman who's ever danced through mud puddles with a drink in hand and a story to tell.

She’s the Croc Queen of the Last Frontier—and she’s just getting started.

Alaska: Flip-Flop Mode

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

I’m in Crocs is a fearless, funny, and full-throttle love song to the most unlikely fashion icon north of the Arctic Circle. Told through the voice of a bold Alaskan woman who’s stomping through snowdrifts, saloons, and fish guts with pure pride, it’s part anthem, part comedy sketch, and all heart.

This isn’t just a song about footwear—it’s a declaration of independence. From Kodiak to Nome, she’s proving that Crocs aren’t just practical—they’re personal. She dances through moose tracks, hikes Denali, charms barrooms, and dodges heartbreak in a rainbow of rubber colors, charms and all. And when the world judges her choices? She flips that heel strap into sport mode and twirls on.

Equal parts power ballad and honky-tonk swagger, I’m in Crocs is for every woman who’s ever been underestimated—and every listener who’s ever thought twice about what really carries them through the storm. Spoiler: it squeaks.

Alaska: I’m in Crocs

Alaska: She’s So Growler is a love letter to the kind of woman—and the kind of beer—you only find if you’re lucky, patient, and maybe a little obsessed.

Set in a small Alaskan town with seismic swagger and cold air clarity, the song tells the story of a legendary brewer who opens her taproom on her own terms. She’s flannel-clad, science-smart, and totally untouchable unless the batch is just right. Locals rearrange their lives for her First Friday pours. Tourists line up like it’s church. And every keg she taps carries a little magic—and a little danger.

With a chorus that hits like a full pour of glacier-chilled ale and verses that paint her as part myth, part malt master, this track is about more than just craft beer. It’s about scarcity, soul, and the kind of woman who chooses to be rare. When she’s open, the whole town shows up—and when she dumps a batch, they still raise a glass in reverent silence.

Because she’s so growler… and holy hops, it’s goin’ down.

Alaska: She’s So Growler

Alaska Nights is a slow-burning country ballad about falling in love under a sky that never truly goes dark. Set in the heart of an Alaskan summer, it tells the story of two people savoring the kind of night that feels endless—in all the best ways.

From quiet lakeside moments to jukebox dances and long drives down empty roads, this song captures the magic of a romance unfolding far from the noise. It's about shared glances in golden twilight, whispered promises in flannel layers, and the calm thrill of finding someone who feels like home, even when the world is still spinning.

Rooted in small-town simplicity and wrapped in midnight sun warmth, Alaska Nights is a love story told slowly, sweetly, and without rush—just the way the northern light lingers.

Alaska Nights

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