Change

The Outlaw Side Of Me

Rowdy Gentle Man

A Little Goes A Long Way

The Part Where You Break My Heart

Canada Only - October 21, 2014
Open Road Recordings
https://itunes.apple.com/ca/album/rebel-child/id920243643

Blood Sweat And Beer

The dust don’t lie

Broken pieces

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

DOWN THIS DIRT ROAD
Words & Music by Rhob Elliott
©1994, 2025, Awful Racket Music (ASCAP)
All Rights Reserved

[Verse 1]
Smoke in the sky, boots full of clay
This old truck’s been running since yesterday
Rattling memories through the rearview glass
Each mile ahead pulls me back to the past

[Verse 2]
There’s a fence line broken, a sign half gone
A mailbox leaning like it don't belong
I know this turn like I know my name
But nothing out here ever stays the same

[Chorus]
Down this dirt road
Time stands still
The wind don’t lie and the silence kills
I’ve cursed the stars
I’ve howled at the moon
Tried to leave but I came back too soon
Down this dirt road
Truth takes its toll
And every bend carves deeper in my soul

[Verse 3]
That barn is torn down, but the stone still stands
Like a monument built by broken hands
Gram’s voice in the midnight breeze
Still calls my name like a prayer on her knees

[Chorus]
Down this dirt road
Time stands still
The wind don’t lie and the silence kills
I’ve cursed the stars
I’ve howled at the moon
Tried to leave but I came back too soon
Down this dirt road
Truth takes its toll
And every bend carves deeper in my soul

[Bridge]
Some roads shine with neon dreams
This one’s paved with rusted things
But it knows me better than I’d admit
Every crack in it, I helped split

[Chorus]
Down this dirt road
Time stands still
The wind don’t lie and the silence kills
I’ve cursed the stars
I’ve howled at the moon
Tried to leave but I came back too soon
Down this dirt road
Truth takes its toll
And every bend carves deeper in my soul

[Outro]
Yeah, down this dirt road…
Where I lost… and maybe, where I grow

DOWN THIS DIRT ROAD

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

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

Shines Right Through

On this Anniversary

Somewhere in Between
Lyrics By: Thomas W. Peterson AKA RedHeart 
 ©COPYRIGHT 10–7-2025 All Rights Reserved ©

Verse 1  
The sun’s just risin’ over that old dirt road,  
Coffee in a thermos, truck in go.  
You left your boots by the front porch swing,  
Said you needed time to chase your dream.

Chorus  
I’m somewhere in between holdin’ on and lettin’ go,  
Between the “please don’t leave” and the “I know.”  
Love’s still burnin’, but the flame’s gone lean,  
Guess we’re livin’ somewhere in between.

Verse 2  
Your perfume lingers in this cab tonight,  
That memory hits hard in the dashboard light.  
Half of me’s waitin’, half of me’s free,  
But none of me knows where I’m supposed to be.

Verse 3  
The house feels bigger since you walked away,  
Rooms filled with silence, not much left to say.  
Photographs on the mantle, a bittersweet scene,  
I brush off the dust, but not what we mean.

Chorus  
I’m somewhere in between holdin’ on and lettin’ go,  
Between the “please don’t leave” and the “I know.”  
Love’s still burnin’, but the flame’s gone lean,  
Guess we’re livin’ somewhere in between.

Bridge  
Maybe time will draw a line that’s clean,  
But right now I’m stuck in this in-between.

Chorus  
I’m somewhere in between holdin’ on and lettin’ go,  
Between the “please don’t leave” and the “I know.”  
Love’s still burnin’, but the flame’s gone lean,  
Guess we’re livin’ somewhere in between.

Somewhere In Between 10-7-25

“The Quiet Wars” looks inward, turning life’s invisible battles into poetry. It’s about the fights no one sees — the moments when you face yourself, your doubts, and your ghosts in the quiet light of everyday life. Through soulful grit and heartfelt honesty, it speaks of resilience, loss, and the fragile strength that keeps us standing even when no one’s watching. A song for those who keep going, still fighting, still here.

„The Quiet Wars“ richtet den Blick nach innen und verwandelt die unsichtbaren Kämpfe des Lebens in Poesie. Es geht um die stillen Schlachten, die niemand sieht – um die Begegnung mit sich selbst, den eigenen Zweifeln und den Geistern der Vergangenheit. Mit gefühlvoller Ehrlichkeit und rauer Seele erzählt der Song von Stärke, Verlust und dem leisen Mut, weiterzumachen, auch wenn keiner hinsieht. Ein Lied für alle, die immer noch kämpfen – und immer noch da sind.

The Quiet Wars

There’s a soldier in the mirror
She’s got my eyes, but not my soul
She’s fighting ghosts that disappear
Every time I lose control

There’s a preacher on the TV
Selling comfort by the pound
And I wonder if he’d know me
If ever all the lights went down

Truth ain’t clean, it’s cut and scarred
Like a mirror in the dark

All the quiet wars I fight
Never make it to the news
Just a battle in the mirror light
Where I win and always lose

So I walk down 9th and Houston
Past the cafe, past the bar
All the voices sound like headlines
And I’m not sure who we are

But love still hums beneath the static
Like a record full of grace
And the song plays on, erratic
Till it finds a resting place

All the quiet wars I fight
Never make it to the news
Just a battle in the mirror light
Where I win and always lose

Still fighting, still losing
Still here


The dust don’t lie

BRO

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