Setlist 25

But the stories we’ve been told just don’t feel right

Ain’t No Glory

I wrote this wondering what it would be like if I didn't have my wife.  Then the line started repeating in my head, "what would Johnny have been without June?"  I thought about the song, "Hurt," and his agony after she passed.  This is a more upbeat look at that idea.

Johnny Without June

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Some moments never fade.

Still Smells Like June is a memory in denim and sunlight — a song about old ticket stubs, borrowed spoons, and the kind of summer you still carry in your clothes.

Turn it up, close your eyes, and smell the season again.

Manche Momente verblassen nie.

Still Smells Like June ist eine Erinnerung in Jeans und Sonnenlicht – ein Song über alte Kinokarten, geliehene Löffel und einen Sommer, der immer noch in deiner Jacke steckt.

Laut aufdrehen, Augen schließen – und der Juni ist wieder da.

Still Smells Like June

Drinking For Three (Marvin Shelton)

[VERSE]
We used to park down by the shore, in the tall grass
Your feet up on the dashboard, footprints on the glass
Those memories take hold, and never let me go!

[CHORUS]
I ain't stopping at one, I need more than two
It's the only way, I won't think about you
A six pack or more, sitting at the lake
Hell, I might need a keg, as much as it's gonna take
This is for my truck, my dog and me. 
Yeah, I'm drinking for three

[VERSE]
You always were the first person, that he'd run to
The second that you walked in, he was all over you
He won't chase a ball no more, or even get off the porch!

[CHORUS]
I ain't stopping at one, I need more than two
It's the only way, I won't think about you
A six pack or more, sitting at the lake
Hell, I might need a keg, as much as it's gonna take
This is for my truck, my dog and me. 
Yeah, I'm drinking for three

[BRIDGE]
I don't even want to cast a line
I guess you've out fished me...,
for the last time!

[Instrumental]

[CHORUS 2]
I didn't stop at one, not even two
By the way, I'm still thinking 'bout you
A six pack or more, sitting at the lake
Hell, I might need a keg, as much as it's gonna take 
This is for my truck, my dog and me. 
Yeah, I'm drinking for three
Ever since the day you up and left me,... I've been drinking for three

Drinking For Three (uptempo)

Vintage Shirts is a breakup song with backbone. Honest, stylish, and full of little punches that land softly and stay with you. Annie Cole sings about letting go, not with heartbreak but with clarity—and just the right amount of swagger. A song for everyone who’s moved on and doesn’t need closure to keep dancing.

Vintage Shirts ist ein Trennungssong mit Rückgrat. Ehrlich, stilvoll und voller kleiner Sätze, die sitzen und nachwirken. Annie Cole singt vom Loslassen – nicht mit gebrochenem Herzen, sondern mit Klarheit und genau dem richtigen Hauch Lässigkeit. Ein Song für alle, die weitergezogen sind und keinen Schlussstrich brauchen, um weiterzutanzen.

Vintage Shirts

Every time love goes bad she looks good to me

You Wear It Well

Break or a Break Up (Marvin Shelton)

[Verse 1]
You grabbed your keys, took some things
In such a rush you forgot your ring
Yeah, you jumped in your truck
Left in a cloud of dust
You never cried, never yelled
Didn’t say to just go to Hell…
…So I gotta know, how’s this all gonna go?

[CHORUS]
Is there a chance we can make up?
Cuz' I don’t want to wake up
Alone in a bed, without you by my side
Are you just out with friends?
Trying on being single for pretends
I just want one more chance to make it right
So, I’m asking you, are we out of love?
Ooooo, Is this a break or a breakup?

[Verse 2]
Word got out around town
No one’s talking, they just turn around
won’t look me in the eyes
They know something bout you and I
I don’t know where to begin
Can we start over? Is this where we end?
…I just wanna know,(I just wanna know) 
how’s this all gonna go?

[CHORUS]
Is there a chance we can make up?
Cuz' I don’t want to wake up
Alone in a bed, without you by my side
Are you just out with friends?
Trying on being single for pretends
I just want one more chance to make it right
So, I’m asking you, are we out of love?
Ooooo, Is this a break or a breakup?

[Instrumental]

[CHORUS 2]
Is there a chance we can make up?
Cuz' I don’t want to wake up
Alone in a bed, I need you by my side
I promise I’ll love you
This is something we’ll get through
We’ve only got one chance to get this right
So, I’m asking you, are we out of love?
Ooooo, Is this a break or a breakup?
Is this a break...or a breakup?

Break or a Break up

Back then, somewhere – it’s still echoing.

A song like a sunset memory on two wheels. “Back Then Somewhere” looks back at a time of scraped knees, first kisses, and busted speakers. A coming-of-age soundtrack full of warmth and loss, full of what-ifs and wide-eyed wonder. Somewhere between heartland vibes and highway nostalgia – this is for anyone who’s ever missed a moment that made them who they are.

Damals, irgendwo – und es hallt noch immer nach.

Ein Song wie eine Sommererinnerung auf zwei Rädern. „Back Then Somewhere“ blickt zurück auf eine Zeit voller Kratzer, erster Küsse und kaputter Lautsprecher. Eine Coming-of-Age-Hymne voller Wärme und Wehmut, voller Was-wäre-wenns und jugendlicher Sehnsucht. Irgendwo zwischen Heartland-Sound und Highway-Nostalgie – für alle, die wissen, dass manche Momente bleiben.

Back Then Somewhere

Late September Heart is a quiet story of almosts — the words not said, the looks held a second too long, the song left hanging in the air. Set against a backdrop of worn leather booths and late-night jukebox hum, this track leans into a slow-burning country-blues feel. It’s the kind of song that doesn’t raise its voice, but lingers like smoke — steady, honest, and full of the things we don’t say. For nights when something stirs, even in silence. For what almost was.

Late September Heart erzählt leise von allem, was fast passiert wäre – Worte, die in der Kehle stecken bleiben, Blicke, die zu lange halten, ein Song, der in der Luft hängen bleibt. Der Sound: rau und warm, wie eine Jukebox in einem Diner kurz vor Feierabend. Country-Blues in seiner stillsten Form – ehrlich, zurückgenommen, und voller unausgesprochener Dinge. Für Nächte, in denen etwas bleibt. Auch wenn nichts geschieht.

Late September Heart

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

DUST ON MY NAME

I think my girlfriend’s an alien.  Randal Baker.wav

Girl From San Francisco (original version)

Give me some good news today. Please tell me the world's ok. Someone helped an old man, and can't gave way to can. Only friends, no foe. Here's the no bad news, The No Bad News Memo. 

The No Bad News Memo

This album is a deeply personal and reflective journey through the complexities of navigating the 2020s. It delves into the transparent struggles with mental health, the silent regrets of paths not taken, and the intricate dance of love in both digital and real-world spaces. 

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