Dreamscape

They meet behind the old feed store
Where the town don’t tend to go no more


Earl plays spoons, Hank brings a jug
Lena belts like she once knew love
Billy Joe taps the beat on his cast
Each voice cracked like a weathered mast

We're the Dry County Choir
Singin’ grace through barbed-wire throats
Found salvation in an old flat tire
And mercy in borrowed coats
Ain’t no steeple, but we stand just fine
Holdin’ pitch in a busted line
Not divine, we're the Dry County Choir

They don’t sell liquor inside these lines
But the past still pours from our blood like wine
We don’t drink no more, we testify
With a harmony that’ll make God cry

We're the Dry County Choir
Swappin’ sins for secondhand songs
Every verse rises a little higher
Till the guilt don’t feel so wrong
Ain’t no pulpit, but we’ve got this shed
Where the ghosts' forget and the living ain’t dead
Least not yet, we're the Dry County Choir

The sheriff don’t ask, the preacher don’t come
But the cornfield listens when the singing’s done

We’re the Dry County Choir
Hymns from the lost and tired
We bend our shame into gospel fire
And burn it slow on a busted wire
Ain’t no altar but the dirt we own
Ain’t no heaven like singing alone
We attone, we're the Dry County Choir

Dry County Choir... Dry County Choir...

Dry County Choir

Afterglow is a reflection on love’s aftermath—where passion once blazed, only clarity remains. This neo-soul/alt-R&B ballad traces the quiet transformation that follows emotional chaos: from longing to release, from hurt to healing. With vivid imagery and soulful lyricism, Afterglow lives in the space between what was and what’s left behind—a warm echo of truth, resilience, and quiet closure.

Afterglow

Verse 1
The fire’s gone, but not the flame,
It lingers soft inside my name.
We danced through sins and silent cries,
Now only truth beneath the skies.

Pre-Chorus
No more running, no disguise—
Just the afterglow in your eyes.

Chorus
Afterglow, we made it through,
Not untouched, but somehow true.
What we burned became our light,
A quiet blaze to end the night.

Verse 2
Your breath no longer haunts my chest,
But left a calm I call my rest.
And though the stars begin to fade,
I feel the peace that we have made.

Pre-Chorus (2)
I won’t forget, I won’t rewind,
But I’ve outgrown what kept me blind.
Chorus (repeat)
Afterglow, we made it through...

Bridge
No bitter end, no last regret,
Just warmth in places we once wept.

Outro
So let the morning slowly rise—
I’ll meet it whole, with open eyes.

Afterglow

Candleriggs (Demo)

Bonjour à tous,
Je suis heureux de partager avec vous l’une de mes toutes premières compositions inédites : 
"La chanson se promène", en version acoustique, toute en sensibilité et en poésie.
Enregistrée en 1979 par Ti-Louis, cette mélodie vagabonde d’âme en âme,
déposant un sourire, une larme, un souffle d’espoir.
Quand les mots manquent, elle continue de murmurer…
Écoutez "La chanson se promène" :
Un voyage en douceur, entre souvenirs et lumière.

Chant :                 Ti - louis
Paroles :              Laurentides Music
Composition :     Laurentides Music
Arrangements :  Laurentides Music
Copyright :          Laurentides Music 2025

La chanson qui se promène, interprété par Ti - Louis ( Inédit 1979 )

“Lazy Like a Monday” is a sharp-tongued, darkly funny anthem for anyone who’s ever been overworked, overlooked, or left holding the clipboard in a chaotic hospital shift. With biting wit and rhythmic storytelling, the song paints a vivid picture of ward life — where gossip spreads faster than test results, efficiency flatlines, and the queue to clock out is the only thing that moves on time. Beneath the humor lies a raw truth about burnout, bureaucracy, and the resilience of those holding the system together. Equal parts comedy and catharsis, this is the soundtrack for every unsung hero running circles in scrubs.

Apple Music

Lazy like a Monday

The old Wolf's cry (DEMO)

Set Out

In Hollywood

[CHORUS]
O dee-o-dayee
Odee-o-dayee
Woe-woe-dalaye

He jumped off the box-car
In Eastbourne, the beast born
In him was too hungry to hide;

His neck in grief's grommet,
He groaned through his vomit
At the churn
And the yearn
At the turn of the tide.

[CHORUS]
O dee-o-dayee
Odee-o-dayee
Woe-woe-dalaye

He headed him soon
For a sad-lit saloon
In back of the edge of the strand,
Where a man almost ended
Sat down and extended

His speckled,
Blue-knuckled
And cuckolded
Hand.

[CHORUS]
O dee-o-dayee
Odee-o-dayee
Woe-woe-dalaye

Cried, The wind broke my marriage in two.
Clean through the bones of it,
Christ how it blew!
I got no tomorrow
And sorrow
Is tough to rescind;
So, forgive me if I should break wind, son,
Forgive me
If I should break wind.

At this the bartender
Addressed the agenda,
A dish-cloth kept dabbing his eye,
Said, Pardon intrusion
Upon your effusion
Of loss but none wooed it
Or rued it
As I.

[CHORUS]
O dee-o-dayee
Odee-o-dayee
Woe-woe-dalaye

For after the eve of Yvonne,
My God, how it hurts now the woman has gone!
Heart-sick as a dog,
I roll on like a log
Down the roaring black river
Where once sailed
A swan.

Then the dog on the floor,
Who'd not spoken before,
Growled, Ain't it the truth you guys said?
I may be a son-
Of-a-bitch but that bitch

Was my Sun
And she dumped me,
The bitch did,
For dead.

[OUTRO]
So three lonely guys in the night and a hound
Drank up, and they headed them out to the Sound,
Threw up, then they threw themselves
In and they
Drowned.

O dee-o-dayee
Odee-o-dayee
Woe-woe-dalaye


The All Purpose Country & Western Self Pity Song (Cowboy version)

In Utero (1).wav

Cú Ste crafts audio canvases where AI meets digital and analog rhythms, blurring the lines between dancefloor energy and introspective depth. With a flair for weaving narrative into sound—evident in tracks like "Somewhere in Texas: Belle's Version" and "Skate Away"—their music feels like a journey from country to city, from self to others, across every genre in the record store.

Drawing from global influences and a DIY ethos, Cu.Ste’s work has been described as "a sonic collage of the future-past", resonating with fans of avant-garde electronica and groove-driven experimentation. Their 2025 album "Somewhere in Texas" explores themes of displacement and nostalgia, packaged in beats that defy genre conventions.

The All Purpose Country & Western Self Pity Song (Cowboy version)

Cú Ste

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