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This is a cautionary tale about how certain guys and girls seem flashy and attractive but they have that their views and pack their powder with no substance in the rest of the body

Bottle Rocket

Fuck This Wrench

RUNNIN' STRONG

"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

Like Lovers

Tell Me Why

This song is deeply personal—it holds pieces of my own life, my own journey. When I sing, “didn’t know how to love until you taught me so,” it comes from experience. I thought I understood love, but it wasn’t until I became a parent that I truly learned what it meant.

We’re all doing the best we can, every single day. Some of us navigate it better than others, and that’s okay. For me, I was determined to break the cycle—to ensure that the trauma I experienced wouldn’t be passed down to my children. This song is a call to pass down love, empathy, and the belief in oneself—because that’s the kind of legacy worth leaving behind.

I know I could have done better. But I also know that I did the best I could with the knowledge, resources, and emotional strength I had at the time.

Let’s come together and Pass It Down.


Lyrics:
Grew up in a house where the roof barely held
Daddy swung a hammer, Mama prayed we’d be well
We had enough but never much more
Hand-me-down jeans and cracks in the floor

Started young with a wrench in my hand
Worked overtime just to make a stand
Missed your first steps, caught the tail end of two
But I never missed a game when you laced up your shoes

Life’s a little tough, but love gets around
Built on the backs of what came before now
From holding your hand to watching you grow
You’re learning the things only time lets you know
It’s grit and grace, the ties that bind
Unconditional love ain’t hard to find
You hold that baby with tears in your eyes
And I see my heart in yours this time
Pass it down, pass it down

First time I held you, swore I’d never let go
Didn’t know how to love ‘til you taught me so
Braids in your hair and mud on your knees
Now you’re braiding her hair, I can’t believe what I see

Called me “Papa” today, I damn near broke down
That little smile with her mama’s eyes
The years flew by like dust in the wind
But we’re building something that’ll never end

Life’s a little tough, but love gets around
Built on the backs of what came before now
From holding your hand to watching you grow
You’re learning the things only time lets you know
It’s grit and grace, the ties that bind
Unconditional love ain’t hard to find
You hold that baby with tears in your eyes
And I see my heart in yours this time
Pass it down, pass it down

It’s Sunday dinners and prayers at night
Picking wildflowers, porch swings at twilight
What you give away is what you keep
Roots run deep when the heart plants the seed

Life’s a little tough, but love gets around
Built on the backs of what came before now
From holding your hand to watching you grow
You’re learning the things only time lets you know
It’s grit and grace, the ties that bind
Unconditional love ain’t hard to find
You hold that baby with tears in your eyes
And I see my heart in yours this time
Pass it down, pass it down

You’re more than enough, you’ve always been
Through struggle and sweat, through thick and thin
Just look at her smile, the love that you’ve found
It’s a beautiful life — pass it down

Pass It Down

„17“ – eine Sommererinnerung, die kleben bleibt.
Tom Berger erzählt in seinem Song von diesem einen Moment, in dem alles kippen kann – der Blick, das Lächeln, der Satz, den man doch noch sagt.
Eine Geschichte über junge Liebe, flirrende Hitze und den Mut, einfach loszulaufen – ohne Plan, ohne Gepäck, aber mit Herzklopfen.
Berlin im Hintergrund, die Zukunft vor der Brust – und siebzehn, für immer siebzehn.


“17” – a summer memory that sticks to your skin.
Tom Berger tells the story of that one moment when everything can shift – the glance, the smile, the words you finally say.
A song about young love, heat in the air, and the courage to just leave – no plan, no baggage, just a heartbeat and a girl.
Berlin in the background, the future in your chest – and seventeen, forever seventeen.

Siebzehn

“When Pigs Fly” ist ein bittersüßer Abgesang auf all die großen Versprechen, die nie gehalten wurden – und eine Hymne an alle, die daraus gelernt haben. Mit bissigem Witz, poetischer Schärfe und einem Refrain, der bleibt, dreht sich der Song um die Kunst, loszulassen und trotzdem gerade zu stehen.

Disco-Pop trifft Blues-Rock – zwischen Tanzfläche und staubiger Veranda wird hier Klartext gesungen.


“When Pigs Fly” is a bittersweet anthem for anyone who’s been burned and came out smarter. With razor-sharp wit, poetic flair, and a hook that sticks, the song calls out empty promises and walks away with pride.

Disco-pop meets blues-rock – this is straight talk between the dance floor and a dusty front porch.

When Pigs Fly

“I Write You A Song” turns late-night city chaos into sharp, streetwise storytelling. Every line paints the flicker of neon, the slam of rain on glass, and the calm of a pen moving steady while the world spins fast. It’s a personal message written in the middle of the noise – direct, unpolished, and meant for one pair of ears.

„I Write You A Song“ verwandelt das nächtliche Chaos der Stadt in scharfkantiges, selbstbewusstes Storytelling. Jede Zeile malt das Flackern von Neonlichtern, das Prasseln von Regen auf Glas und die Ruhe einer gleichmäßig geführten Feder, während draußen alles rotiert. Eine persönliche Botschaft, mitten im Lärm geschrieben – direkt, ungefiltert und nur für ein einziges Paar Ohren bestimmt.

I Write You A Song

When the street’s all sirens, when the sky turns red
And TV’s shoutin’ like it lost its head
I find a corner where the light runs low
Let the noise fade out and the ink just flow

The world’s on fire, but my hands stay calm
Every spark outside just feeds this charm

I write you a song
When the walls feel thin and the night feels long
It’s not for the world, just meant for your ear
A small piece of forever that says you were here
I write you a song

When the clock hands stumble and the night drifts slow
And the rain taps glass like it wants to know
I keep a page with a coffee ring
Where the words crawl out and the truth takes wing

The storm blows harder, I stand right here
With the words I’ve kept for another year

I write you a song
When the walls feel thin and the night feels long
I’ll trade all the noise for a melody true
And I’ll sing every line ‘til it reaches you
I write you a song

It’s not a rescue, it’s not a plan
It’s just my way to take your hand
While the city spins and the lights all shake
We’ve got a world they can’t overtake

I write you a song
When the walls feel thin and the night feels long
I carve words in rhythm, I wrap them in rhyme
And I hope they’ll still matter in some other time
I write you a song

When the street’s all sirens and the sky turns red
I write you a song, and stay in my melody instead


I Write You A Song

„Berlin“ fängt die Nächte einer Stadt ein, die nie zur Ruhe kommt. Doch hinter den Bildern von Asphalt, Regen und Neon liegt eine andere Geschichte – die Erinnerung an jemanden, der in all dem Lärm nicht verschwindet.

“Berlin” captures the nights of a city that never sleeps. Yet beneath the images of asphalt, rain, and neon lies another story – the memory of someone who lingers, even when everything else fades into noise.

Berlin

Der Asphalt dampft, noch warm vom Tag
Ein Taxi stottert, der Beifahrer klagt
Die Ampeln blinken ohne Sinn
Und ich mittendrin
Mittendrin

Berlin
Du alte müde Braut
Dein Kleid ist grau
Dein Herz zu laut

Ein Graffiti flüstert „Bleib noch hier“
Und wie immer träum ich nur von dir

Ein Mädchen schreit ins Telefon
„Wo bleibst du Alter? Ich warte schon!“

Der Mond funkelt silbern und voll
Ein Penner meint: „Ick find dit toll“
Die Sterne schaun runter, auf all den Dreck
Zwei Polizisten sehen weg
Sehen einfach weg

Ein Raver stolpert, lacht und fällt
Und ich denk nur „So is die Welt“

Berlin
Du schräge alte Stadt
Dein Atem kalt
Ich hab dich satt

Ziemlich einsam, morgens um vier
Und immer träum ich nur von dir

Die Laterne flackert wie mein Kopf
Ne Katze jagt im Hinterhof
Die Nacht tropft langsam, schwarz und schwer
Und ich will´s nicht mehr
Ich will nicht mehr

Der Club spuckt Menschen aus wie Müll
Die Stadt bleibt durstig, niemals still
Der Regen spült die Farben fort
Mir fehlt dein Lachen
Nur ein Wort…

Berlin
Du abgefuckter Clown
Dein Lachen hohl
Dein Make-up braun

Im Späti noch ein letztes Bier
Und immer träum ich nur von dir

Ein Junge klaut am Tresen ein Mars
Und ich starr in mein Glas
Starr in mein Glas…


Berlin

Saturday Night is a song about those fleeting moments when the world feels wide open and nothing else matters. Two strangers meet, sparks fly in the most unlikely places, and the city itself becomes part of the story. It’s messy and magical, full of neon light, laughter, and the kind of freedom that only belongs to Saturday night. With vivid imagery and a driving, melodic flow, the song captures the thrill of living in the moment—whether it fades or stays, it’s unforgettable.

Saturday Night erzählt von den flüchtigen Augenblicken, in denen sich die Welt unendlich anfühlt und alles möglich scheint. Zwei Fremde treffen sich, Funken sprühen an den unwahrscheinlichsten Orten, und die Stadt selbst wird Teil der Geschichte. Chaotisch und magisch zugleich, voller Neonlicht, Lachen und dieser besonderen Freiheit, die nur der Samstagabend kennt. Mit eindringlichen Bildern und einem treibenden, melodischen Fluss fängt der Song das Gefühl ein, im Moment zu leben – ob er vergeht oder bleibt, unvergesslich ist er in jedem Fall.

Saturday Night

You showed up in that thrift store tee
Spilled your drink and winked at me
The jukebox played some broken tune
But somehow it still felt like June

You danced like rules had lost their grip
Took my hand and bit your lip
The floor was sticky, time was fast
But I could feel the moment last

Saturday night, and the world’s off track
Hearts run wild, no turning back
We’re sparks in a soda can
Strangers clapping, don’t give a damn

You said, “Let’s leave before it ends”
We ran through puddles, not quite friends
A streetlight blinked, a siren sang
Your laugh cut through like guitar twang

Saturday night, with a rebel grin
You stole my hat, I let you win
The city’s buzzing, so are we
On sidewalks lit like silver sea

It wasn’t love, not yet, not quite
But something clicked in neon light
You said, “Let’s never do this right”
And I said, “Only Saturday night”

Saturday night, no maps, no guide
You leaned in close, I didn’t hide
We’re mess and magic, caught mid-flight
Who needs forever on a Saturday night?

Maybe it fades, or maybe it stays
But something woke up in the haze
Saturday night, you turned and smiled
And I forgot the world a while


Saturday Night

Verse 1
Rain cuts sideways, streets gone dark
Johnny’s in a bucket truck lighting’ up the park
Eddie’s at the freight yard swingin’ heavy chains
And Billie’s loadin’ boxcars through the drivin’ rain
Pre-Chorus 1
No cameras roll, no headline signs
Just hometown folks who put it all on the line
Chorus
If you ever wonder what an angel looks like
Just look around—right there in plain sight
Always there when we need ’em most
Through storm and flame from coast to coast
If you need proof there’s only one thing you should know
They got blue-collar halos
Verse 2
Farmer Jake’s  plantin’ while the thunder rolls
Turnin’ up the dirt to feed over a thousand souls
Deputy Luke keeps watch on a rain-soaked town
Fire crew blocking the road a power line down
Pre-Chorus 2
No flashbulbs pop, no headlines made
No corner office, no ticker-tape parade
Chorus
If you ever wonder what an angel looks like
Just look around—right there in plain sight
Always there when we need ’em most
Through storm and flame from coast to coast
If you need proof there’s only one thing you should know
They got blue-collar halos
Bridge
From factory sparks to the midnight drives
Straight into harm’s way protectin’ our  lives
the hometown heroes the headlines forget
Runnin’ twenty-four seven, they just don’t quit
Chorus (out)
If you ever wonder what an angel looks like
Just look around—right there in plain sight
Always there when we need ’em most
Through storm and flame from coast to coast
If you need proof there’s only one thing you should know
They got blue-collar halos--
They got blue collar halos
They got blue collar halos

Tell Me Why

BRO

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