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"Whiskey, Chrome, and Neon Lights" is an ode to the lively, sometimes lonesome world of the honky-tonk bar. This country song captures the essence of a night spent in a Southern watering hole, where the atmosphere is thick with the clink of glasses, the hum of a jukebox, and the glow of neon signs. The lyrics paint a vivid picture of chrome barstools, pool tables bustling with action, and cowboys nursing their whiskeys, all under the promise of anonymity and escapism.

Whiskey, Chrome, and Neon Lights

Night Melody Blues

A song I wrote about a dad watching his daughter grow up and about to leave. Although he would love her to stay,he knows that's impossible. Having three daughters - I know what it feels like firsthand ! :) 

I guess it could be about man woman relationship ending, but not what I intended.  Hope you like it.   Frank Michels is the musician that recorded it for me.

here are the lyrics and chords as I wrote it:

Verse 1
[Am] You can’t chain down the [G]whistling [C] wind
You can’t [Am] break a promise [G] made through thick or [C] thin
You can’t [Am] stop the changing [G]of the ocean [Am] tides
And you can’t [C]touch the stars [G] up in the [C] sky
.

Verse 2
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[Am] You can’t stop a raging [G] river from flowing [C] on
You can’t [Am] rush the night [G] or a morning [C] dawn
 You can’t [Am]grab lightning [G] from a thunder [Am] cloud
And you can’t[C]  stop the years, they [G] won’t slow [C] down
.
Chorus
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[F] I know that she’ll be leaving soon
it's in her [C] voice, I see it in her eyes
[F] Gotta let her go, I gotta let her go, oooh
 I’ve [G] never liked to[F] say good[C]bye
no, I’ve [G] never liked to[F] say good[C]bye


Verse 3
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[Am] You can’t drink wine [G]from an empty [C]glass
You can’t [Am] go forward ‘til you [G] let go the [C] past 
You can’t [Am] hide from  yourself [G] or truth you [Am] see
And you can’t [C] tame a heart yearning [G]to be [C]free
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Chorus
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[F] I know that she’ll be leaving soon
it's in her [C] voice, I see it in her eyes
[F] Gotta let her go, I gotta let her go, oooh
I [G] never liked to[F]  to say good[C]bye
no, I [G] never thought I’d [F]have to say good[C]bye
.

Verse 4
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[Am] you can’t cage a bird that’s [G]meant to [C]fly 
You can't [Am] stop a dreamer [G]reaching for the [C]sky 
you can’t [Am]  get too close to a [G] raging wild [Am] fires  
And you can’t [C] hold back a [G] heart chasing de[C]sires 

Chorus
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[F] I know that she’ll be leaving soon
it's in her [C] voice, I see it in her eyes
[F] Gotta let her go, I gotta let her go, oooh
It’s[G] so damn hard to [F]say good[C]bye
yeah, It’s[G] so damn hard to [F]say good[C]bye

Outgo
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no, I’ve [G] never liked to[F] say good[C]bye
no, I [G] never thought I’d [F]have to say good[C]bye
{ real slow}
yeah [G] it’s so damn hard to [F]say good[C]bye

Gotta Let Her Go

"One Acre, One Fire" is a feel-good country song that wraps you in the warmth of simple living, quiet nights, and the beauty of slowing down. With chill vibes and heartfelt lyrics, it paints the picture of an easygoing evening by the fire, under a sky full of stars, surrounded by good friends and even better memories. It’s about finding peace in the small things—letting go of the rush, breathing in the stillness, and feeling lighter than ever before. Whether you're out on the lake, grilling with friends, or just dreaming of a place to escape, this song is the perfect soundtrack for your next laid-back night. Take a deep breath, soak it in—this is what life’s all about. 🌲✨🔥

An acre at a time

Tell Me Why

Und der Wind pfeift

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

No One Tells You When It Starts is about the kind of change that doesn’t make a sound. A street corner, a faded memory, a version of yourself that never quite arrived — this is a story told in fragments. It’s not about the big moments, but the quiet unraveling of what once felt permanent. Some things slip away without warning. And some words stay stuck inside, long after it’s too late to say them.



No One Tells You When It Starts erzählt von den Veränderungen, die still passieren. Eine Straßenecke, eine Erinnerung, eine Version von dir selbst, die nie ganz geworden ist – dieser Song spricht von Momenten, die niemand bemerkt, und doch alles verändern. Nicht das Große, sondern das leise Verschwinden steht im Mittelpunkt. Manches geht, bevor man es merkt. Und manches bleibt ungesagt, bis es zu spät ist.


No one tells you when it starts

Berlin is not a love song.
It’s a memory you can’t hold,
a spark that burned too fast,
a night that felt more real than most days.

This track captures the wild pulse of a moment —
when someone walks into your life like a storm
and leaves before the sky clears.

You were Berlin.
Not the city. The feeling.


Berlin ist kein Lovesong.
Es ist eine Erinnerung, die man nicht festhalten kann,
ein Funke, der zu schnell verglüht,
eine Nacht, die echter war als viele Tage.

Dieser Track fängt den rohen Puls eines Moments ein –
wenn jemand wie ein Sturm ins Leben rauscht
und wieder verschwindet, bevor der Himmel aufreißt.

Du warst Berlin.
Nicht die Stadt. Das Gefühl.

Berlin

You said, “Don’t ask me where I’m from”
Lit a smoke and bit your thumb
Your laugh was sharp, your eyes were wired
A fuse that never once got tired

You moved like you were on parole
Stole my drink, then stole my soul
Said, “This night’s got teeth, don’t blink”
And vanished faster than I think

You were Berlin
Not the city, but the sin
Midnight cigarette grin
Chaos under my skin
You were Berlin
No beginning, no win
Just a storm I ran into
And hoped would never end

We broke a lock to climb a roof
Screamed the stars like it was proof
That some things shine when they’re about to fall
And some don’t need a name at all

Your boots kicked sparks, your voice cut air
You kissed like truth, but didn’t care
Said, “Nothing’s real that lasts too long”
Then vanished in a fading song

You were Berlin
Not the skyline, but the spin
A dare wrapped in a hymn
No mercy, only grin
You were Berlin
No reason, no skin
Just a heat that pulled me in
And left me high as sin

And if you vanish in the morning—
Then Berlin was real for a night

Berlin

Pine & Snow is a quiet, poetic ballad about an old man and the woman he never forgot. Now entirely alone in his city, he looks back on the winter they shared — a time of pine-scented scarves, snow-covered streets, and a love he left behind. He took a different road, chasing something louder, brighter — and lost her in the process. In the stillness of memory, he carries her in silence. Pine & Snow tells the story of a life shaped by one quiet decision at a crossroads, where he turned away from the one thing that felt real.

Pine & Snow ist eine leise, poetische Ballade über einen alten Mann und die Frau, die er nie vergessen hat. Mittlerweile ganz allein in seiner Stadt blickt er zurück auf den Winter, den sie einst teilten – mit dem Duft von Kiefern, tanzendem Schnee und einer Liebe, die er hinter sich ließ. Damals bog er an einer Kreuzung falsch ab, auf der Suche nach etwas Lauterem, Hellerem – und verlor dabei das, was echt war. Heute lebt sie weiter in seiner Erinnerung, in seinem Schweigen. Pine & Snow erzählt von einem Leben, das durch eine leise Entscheidung geprägt wurde – und von einer verpassten Chance, die nie ganz vergeht.

Pine and Snow

He waits at the bench by the corner store
Same coat, same shoes, same view of the floor
Hands like maps that lost their way
Eyes on clouds he used to chase

They say he’s no one, just passing through
Just one more ghost the city grew
But he holds a picture no one sees
Tucked behind his old IDs

She was wild like the northern sea
Laughed through the wind like it set her free
He never told the world her name
But he still hears her voice in the pouring rain
…like the sea that doesn’t rest
She was wind, and pine, and breath
He told no one
But his silence still carries her song

She wore a scarf that smelled of pine
They danced through snow and borrowed time
Then he left to chase a louder light
And she stayed - where the stars burned white

Now no one calls, and no one asks
He’s learned to speak through smaller tasks
Like folding napkins at Café Lorraine
Or counting buses in the rain

She was real, more real than this
More than the soup, the chair, the mist
He never told the world her name
But her shadow still waits by the morning train
…like the sea that doesn’t rest
She was wind, and pine, and breath
He told no one

So if you see him stare too long
At something gone, at a silent song
He’s not lost, not quite unseen
He’s just watching where she’s been

Pine & Snow

A high-octane outlaw rock anthem about the difference between physical toughness and emotional resilience. It's the story of a man who can walk away from a high-speed car crash without a scratch, but completely breaks down when faced with a memory of an ex. Gritty guitars, driving drums, and a vocal performance that balances aggression with desperate vulnerability.

Flinch

Snowfall Over Idaho

Lyrics Written By Allan D Baule Jr 
November 2025

Tell Me Why

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