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Recorded 2025

LYRICS

(Verse 1)
In a world that keeps on changing,
Where silence knows no bounds,
One man raised his voice above it,
And refused to be pushed down.
Truth is heavy when it’s spoken,
But he carried it with grace,
Every word was like a lantern,
Shining light in darker days.

(Chorus)
Here’s to his courage, here’s to his fight,
To standing tall in the fading light.
Life can vanish in the blink of ones eye,
But a soul lives on, though the body dies.
We’ll remember the fire, we’ll remember the spark,
The ballad of a voice unafraid in the dark.

(Verse 2)
We build our days like houses,
Never knowing when they'll fall,
But the echo of the truth he spoke
Will outlast fragile walls.
In the quiet of the evening,
Where the world feels torn apart,
We’ll hear Gods words like thunder,
Rolling deep inside our hearts.

(Chorus)
Here’s to the courage, here’s to the fight,
To standing tall in the fading light.
Life can vanish in the blink of an eye,
But a soul lives on, though the body dies.
We’ll remember the fire, we’ll remember the spark,
A man and a voice unafraid in the dark.

(Bridge)

Oh, Society may steal his breath away,
But it can’t take the truth he spoke.
And the God he spoke of, is on the way,
And his words that will ring true.

(Final Chorus)
Here’s to the courage, here’s to the fight,
To standing tall in the fading light.
HIs Life was taken in a blink of an eye,
But his soul lives on, though the body dies.
We’ll remember his fire, we’ll remember his spark,
A man and a voice unafraid in the dark.

(Spoken)
Charlie Kirk..., A man with a voice, unafraid in the dark.

Voice Unafraid (Charlie Kirk Tribute)

Crazy Blues originally done by Perry Bradford in 1918

Crazy Blues

Permission_To_Burn_3

I Don’t Know

“Just Admit It” by Linley Creek is a playful country-pop duet about temptation, late-night sparks, and the push-pull of attraction. Set against the warm glow of a barroom about to close, the two voices trade teasing lines — half-denial, half-confession — until chemistry wins. It’s flirty, fun, and full of that restless energy when you know the night could go anywhere.

#CountryPop #CountryRock #Duet #BarroomVibes #Flirty #Fun #Playful #Chemistry #LinleyCreek #JustAdmitIt

Just Admit It

[Verse 1]
That night we drag-raced tractors down County Road 10,
Bobby lost a tire but still hung on to win.
The streetlights shook  we laid it down,
Engines screamed outside of town.
Got no proof but we sure owned it
no phones out, no cameras rollin’,
________________________________

[Chorus]
If all those hell-raisin’ nights we powered through (powered through)
Were filmed, streamed, or thrown up on YouTube (thrown on YouTube)
We’d have fat checks, merch, our own back-road show (back-road show)
We’ve been sittin’ on some redneck gold.
Yeah, every stunt, every dare, and every “holy cow” (holy cow)
We’d all be famous by now.

________________________________

[Verse 2]
We’re linin’ up trucks where the gravel bends,
The tailgate drops, so let the games begin.
Revved ’em up down that county line,
Bet ten bucks I'd beat your time.
Laughin’ hard ’til the cops roll through,
Wave ’em off like we always do.
Ain’t growin’ up, never learned how,
Still runnin’ wide  burnin’ it down.

________________________________

[Chorus]
If all those hell-raisin’ nights we powered through (powered through)
Were filmed, streamed, or thrown up on YouTube (thrown on YouTube)
We’d have fat checks, merch, our own back-road show (back-road show)
We’ve been sittin’ on some redneck gold.
Yeah, every stunt, every dare, and every “holy cow,”
We’d all be famous by now.
We’d be famous by now.

________________________________

[Final Chorus / Outro]
If all those hell-raisin’ nights we powered through (powered through)
Hit TikTok, Snap, or the evenin’ news (evenin’ news)
We’d have fat checks, merch, our own back-road show (back-road show)
We’ve been sittin’ on some redneck gold.
Every stunt, every dare, and every “holy cow,”
We’d all be famous —
We’d all be famous by now!
We’d all be famous by now.

We'd all be famous by now

Fading Light

KNOCKING IN THE RAIN

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No one is to blame (Songwriters Version)

I learned to make a fist from my older brother at five,
and trust me, that skill’s kept me alive more times than I can count.
He showed me how to square up before I knew how to spell my name.
We didn’t have bedtime stories—we had bruises and broken lamps.
Mama prayed, Daddy drank, and we ducked when the shouting started.
I wore my first scar like a badge and never asked for a refund.
By seven, I knew how to take a hit and how to hide the tears.
By ten, I stopped hiding anything at all.
I’m a fighter, always have been, even when I didn’t want to be.
This skin’s beyond thin—it’s paper stretched over dynamite.
One twist, one wrong word, and I’m back in the ring.
It’s not about winning—it’s about not backing down.
I’ve thrown punches in parking lots and whispered apologies in hospital rooms.
I’ve fought for love, for pride, for silence, for nothing.
Sometimes I fight just to feel something that isn’t shame.
Sometimes I fight because it’s the only thing I trust to stay.
I’ve been hit by friends, by strangers, by truths I wasn’t ready for.
I’ve lost teeth, lost time, lost the thread of who I was supposed to be.
I’ve seen the look in her eyes when she realized I wasn’t safe to love.
I’ve walked out of rooms I should’ve stayed in and stayed in fights I should’ve walked from.
I’ve buried the best parts of me under layers of defense.
I’ve told myself I’m fine while bleeding through my shirt.
I’ve made peace with the fact that peace never made time for me.
I’ve stared down mirrors and dared them to blink first.
I don’t romanticize the damage—I just carry it.
I don’t ask for forgiveness—I just keep moving.
I don’t know what healing looks like, but I know what survival costs.
I don’t cry anymore, but I still flinch when someone says “safe.”
I’m the kind of man who’d die from a blow he didn’t see coming.
Not because he’s weak, but because he’s always looking the other way.
I’ve got stories stitched into my knuckles and regrets tattooed on my ribs.
I’ve got a heart that punches back and a mind that won’t stay quiet.
I’ve got a past that won’t let go and a future I don’t trust.
I’ve got one truth left: I fight.
Not for glory. Not for fame.
Just because that’s what got me down the line.
That’s just me.
No anthem. No apology.
Just a man who learned to swing
and never stopped.
That’s just me.(That’s just me.)That’s just me.
That’s just me.(That’s just me.)That’s just me.
That’s just me.(That’s just me.)That’s just me.
That’s just me.(That’s just me.)That’s just me

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That’s Just Me Rusty Marshall Band

A cheerful country tune with a generous heart and a toe-tapping groove. Built on acoustic rhythm and playful slide guitar, this track celebrates love as the only thing worth giving—and having. Romantic, upbeat, and ready to charm.

All Ive Got

Confessional Life Songwriting: The Songwriting Catalog of Tim Donahue. 
Contact: tsdmusic73@gmail.com

Professionally crafted, human-written songs for artists, producers, and A&R.

NOTE: One Stop. All lyrics, melodies, and arrangements are 100% original works by the team, created without AI assistance. AI is used for demo performance only to showcase the composition.

AI personas Include.
Genre: Indie Folk: Tuesdays On Mars (coming soon)
Genre: Indie Pop Rock: The Social Confession
Genre: Singer-Songwriter, R&B soul, Country, Folk: The Jacob Delaney Band.
Genre: Pop, Modern Pop, Hip-Hop: MaieV
Genre: Alternative Rock: The Society of Unfortunate Geneltmen

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