Name: Sour Grapes of Wrath by Franklin County Coding Company
Duration: 3 min 26 s
Description: A song that mocks the Rich Kids of Nashville and their crooning melodramatic tales of poverty's pain. Their self-inflicted woes and powdered noses drown out the real struggles they try to romanticize.

Her mit dem Sommer


"Lost Day" explores the feeling of searching for a day that seems to have slipped away. The narrator wakes up to find that time has passed unnoticed, leaving behind traces of forgotten dreams and unanswered questions. They wander through empty streets, haunted by fading light and broken reflections. Despite chasing after lost time, they find themselves trapped in a cycle of longing and confusion. The chorus reflects their struggle to grasp what has been lost, while the bridge highlights the emotional tension of feeling stuck and disconnected. Instrumental breaks deepen the sense of emptiness and introspection, reinforcing the narrator’s search for clarity and resolution.



(Searching for that) Lost Day

The storm’s howlin’ outside, wind screamin’ through the trees,
rain poundin’ like desperate hands,
tryin’ to break into me.

I used to chase the echoes, of voices not my own, searchin’ for my strength in places
where it was never known.

I gave it all away,
let the world decide my name, but tonight I close my eyes, and I take it back again.

I found the fire, buried deep inside, through every heartbreak, every sleepless night.
No more fading, no more giving in. I rise, I burn, I find my power.

My power! (my power!)

Beneath the scars, beneath the pain,
somethin’ in me still remains.
A voice that never lost its fight, a spark that never feared the night.

I let the ink bleed out,
turn the chaos into sound,
every word I write is proof
that I can’t be silenced now.

I found the fire, buried deep inside, through every heartbreak, every sleepless night.
No more fading, no more giving in. I rise, I burn, I find my power!

My power! (my power!)

No more chains to hold me in place!
I am not broken, I am not weak!
I am the storm, I am the scream!

I found the fire, buried deep inside, through every heartbreak, every sleepless night.
No more fading, no more giving in. I rise, I burn, I find my power!

My power! (my power!)

I rise, I burn…
I find my power…

Power Within

A serene and atmospheric album blending the warmth of American folk with the ethereal textures of ambient music.

Amber Fields

A song that mocks the Rich Kids of Nashville and their crooning melodramatic tales of poverty's pain. Their self-inflicted woes and powdered noses drown out the real struggles they try to romanticize.

Sour Grapes of Wrath

Nothing but Stories is the debut release by Sadie Quinn – a voice made of dust, distance, and memory. Blending Americana, folk, and quiet poetry, this track traces the moments we leave behind and the stories we carry with us.

With lines that feel like open roads and melodies like old letters, Sadie Quinn reminds us that fame fades, but feelings don’t.
This is a song for late-night listeners, back-porch dreamers, and anyone who ever wondered what remains when everything else is gone.

“In the end, we’re nothing but stories.”


Nothing but Stories ist die erste Veröffentlichung von Sadie Quinn – einer Stimme aus Staub, Weite und Erinnerung. Zwischen Americana, Folk und flüsternder Poesie erzählt der Song von den Momenten, die vergehen, und den Geschichten, die bleiben.

Mit Zeilen wie Landstraßen und Melodien wie alte Briefe erinnert Sadie Quinn daran, dass Ruhm vergeht – Gefühle aber nicht.
Ein Lied für Nachtschwärmer, Veranda-Träumer und alle, die sich fragen, was bleibt, wenn alles andere verschwunden ist.

„Am Ende sind wir nichts als Geschichten.“

Nothing but Stories

**About This Track**  
—an original AI-assisted song released by Rob Nelson who is “Bring Your Own Brilliance,” and Ron Cameron who is “Alien Garden.” This track blends our human creative choices with AI tools to bring our ideas to life in a unique and expressive way.

**Creative & Technical Details**  
- **Lyrics**: [All “Alien Garden” song tracks = Ron Cameron]
- **Lyrics**: [All “Bring Your Own Brilliance” = Rob Nelson]  
- **Executive Producer**: [All “Alien Garden” song tracks = Ron Cameron]
- **Executive Producer**: [All “Bring Your Own Brilliance” song tracks = Rob Nelson]
- **Vocals & Instrumentation**: for all song tracks;  Generated using TopMediAI or AIGenMusic.AI  
- **Audio Format & Editing**: for all song tracks: MP3 and WAV files generated by TopMediAI and refined using NCH Software (trims, fades, format conversions)  
- **Stem Splitting**: for all song tracks; LaLaLaLa AI  
- **Cover Art**: all song tracks; Created using Stable Diffusion 3 Online, Aiease.ai, Pollo.ai, and Pixabay artists (Creative Commons)  
- **Song Structure & Mood Profiling**: all song tracks; Cyanite AI

**CHOICES Explained**  
“CHOICES” is our code word for the creative blueprint of each track—instrumentation, vocal tone, genre, tempo, and mood. Every song starts with our direction. The AI supports our choices; it doesn’t make them for us.

**Rights & Licensing**  
As TopMediAI members, we retain full commercial and non-commercial rights to this track under their [Terms & Conditions](https://www.topmediai.com/terms-conditions/). All lyrics, arrangements, and production outputs are considered original works owned by Rob and/or Ron.

**Creative Use & Inquiries**  
We welcome musicians and producers to re-record or adapt our lyrics and music. Please credit us in any future releases that borrow from our work.

For licensing, collaboration, or industry inquiries, contact:  
Bring Your Own Alien Garden
c/o Rob Nelson & Ron Cameron  
1211 Huron Street N., Suite 202  
London, Ontario, Canada  
N5Y 4L1

**A Final Note**  
This track was created with care, creative intention, and love for music that tells a story. Thank you for visiting—your support fuels every note we share.

Before You Go [Version # 7] [BYGO7]

Before You Go [Version # 16][BYGO16]

Last Fist Bump

Oh my lovely!
.....This is me.
..........This is me.
I am lonely.
I've been missing you terribly.
I have been missing you terribly.
When you are away from me
I get so lonely.
.....Very lonely.
..........Terribly lonely."

I meant to leave this message
.....on your clever Apple moby
but I ended up pressing delete.
It left me screaming
.....into my matching machine-
I couldn't make it's pips squeak.
It's another defeat by robot-
I've got no other way to reach you.
It's another defeat by robot-
I've got no other way to reach you.

"Oh my lovely!
.....This is me.
..........This is me.
I am lonely.
I've been missing you terribly.
I have been missing you terribly.
When you are away from me
I get so lonely.
.....Very lonely.
..........Terribly lonely."

I meant to leave this message
.....on your clever Apple moby
but I ended up pressing delete.
It left me screaming
.....into my matching machine-
I couldn't make it's pips squeak.
It's another defeat by robot-
I've got no other way to reach you.
It's another defeat by robot-
I've got no other way to reach you.

*
I want to send you a paper plane
made of love poems I've penned.
I could launch it from a tree house-
give it the greatest chance to fly.
It's way more satisfying
.....than just simply pressing send.

I want to fold a river worthy
origami boat
made of old love poems I've penned.
I could float it on the chalk stream
at the south side of our garden.

Everything ends up beside the sea.
Go beachcombing
for these heartfelt parts of me.

Everything ends up beside the sea.
Go beachcombing
for these heartfelt parts of me.

*

"Oh my lovely!
.....This is me.
..........This is me.
I am lonely.
I've been missing you terribly.
I have been missing you terribly.
When you are away from me
I get so lonely.
.....Very lonely.
..........Terribly lonely."

I meant to leave this message
.....on your clever Apple moby
but I ended up pressing delete.
It left me screaming
.....into my matching machine-
I couldn't make it's pips squeak.
It's another defeat by robot-
I've got no other way to reach you.
It's another defeat by robot-
I've got no other way to reach you.

"Oh my lovely!
.....This is me.
..........This is me.
I am lonely.
I've been missing you terribly.
I have been missing you terribly.
When you are away from me
I get so lonely.
.....Very lonely.
..........Terribly lonely."

I meant to leave this message
.....on your clever Apple moby
but I ended up pressing delete.
It left me screaming
.....into my matching machine-
I couldn't make it's pips squeak.
It's another defeat by robot-
I've got no other way to reach you.
It's another defeat by robot-
I've got no other way to reach you.

*
I want to send you a paper plane
made of love poems I've penned.
I could launch it from a tree house-
give it the greatest chance to fly.
It's way more satisfying
.....than just simply pressing send.

I want to fold a river worthy
origami boat
made of old love poems I've penned.
I could float it on the chalk stream
at the south side of our garden.

Everything ends up beside the sea.
Go beachcombing                 
for these heartfelt parts of me.

Everything ends up beside the sea.
Go beachcombing
for these heartfelt parts of me.

*

Oh! Comb the beach
for each and every
heartfelt part of me.

Lonely me.
Lonely me.
Lonely me.

Oh! Comb the beach
for each and every
heartfelt part of me.

Lonely me.
Lonely me.
Lonely me.
                                      
Comb the beach
for each and every
heartfelt part of me.

LONELY

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Sour Grapes of Wrath

Franklin County Coding Company

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