Kissin' Do The Talkin'

Take a ride down memory lane with "Sunday Afternoon Drive - Ballad | Nostalgic Road Trip, Americana, Folk" a ballad that weaves together heartfelt lyricism and classic Americana folk sounds. 

From the first note, this song draws you into scenes of winding highways, Sunday afternoon drives, and the small-town places where memories linger.
With every verse, the story unfolds: an old Chevy on Route 33, windows down, searching for peace and pieces of the past. Against a backdrop of gentle acoustic guitar, the song captures the bittersweet feeling of growing up, letting go, and finding yourself again where the road meets memory.

Fans of folk and Americana music who crave honest storytelling and emotional depth will feel at home here. If you love nostalgic road trips, narrative folk, and songs that invite reflection, "Sunday Afternoon Drive - Ballad | Nostalgic Road Trip, Americana, Folk" is the perfect addition to your playlist. Discover your own story between the yellow lines and the memories they hold.

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Sunday Afternoon Drive - Ballad | Nostalgic Road Trip, Americana, Folk

A llama sings about how he is like a lot of other dudes.

Alpalamapaca

I was asked this week what do I think god would do with the problems of this world today and I said let us lift our voices and seak his answers 

what would God do

where’d-we-go-wrong.mp3

Little Moth
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Little Moth

When I lose My Way

Lintangasa Records

Lyrics 

I remember sitting at that wooden desk one spring
Your weathered hands traced circles on the board
About the way that water moves through everything
While outside, rain was falling, largely ignored
You turned to face the class with fierce intensity
That made us all sit straighter in our chairs
"The world," you said, "is not our property"
And something in your voice caught me unaware


Your words that day changed everything I knew
Now I see the world the way you do


You brought a jar of soil and poured it on your palm
Explaining how each handful holds a universe
Of creatures keeping all our systems calm
The food chain's not a chart, it's something worse
You showed us photographs of melting polar seas
And spoke about the bees that didn't return
I watched you plant a seedling by the maple trees
And waited after class, now desperate to learn


Your words that day changed everything I knew
Now I see the world the way you do


Twenty years have passed, I'm teaching science now
Standing at my own board, drawing water's flow
When students ask me why I care so much somehow
I hear your voice still teaching what I know


I take my classes out to touch the morning dew
And watch their faces change just like mine changed
When understanding breaks and something deep and true
Connects them to this earth we've got to save
The passion in your lesson echoes through the years
As I pass on the wisdom that you shared


Your words that day changed everything I knew
Now I see the world the way you do




Earthwise - REMASTERED - HD

A farmer finds two hardened criminals cooking meth on his land, and suspects they are the men that burnt down his bean field the prior year. Backwoods justice ensues.

Big Muddy Meth Trial

GWIZ COUNTRY

Through powerful declarations, the song reflects on personal transformation, divine guidance, and the strength found in Jesus Christ. It’s a prayerful journey of rising above pain, embracing grace, and longing to be more like Christ — a song of victory, healing, and spiritual renewal.

Robin Nguyen-Let Us Pray (He Is The One To Be)

Blood and soil country music. It’s real if you can hear it.

Big Muddy Meth Trial

Franklin County Coding Company