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Purple Thoughts

Love What You Can (Country)

A Man” is the story of someone who’s walked through hell and came out changed. Calm, quiet, and steady, he doesn’t move like everyone else because he’s already fought battles no one knows about. This track is raw and honest, built from scars and soul. I’m tired of people telling me how to write and sing — I am Outlaw Country, and I stand my ground. What you hear in this song is survival, truth, and fire-forged grit. Nothing polished, nothing fake — just a man, and the sound of his soul.

A Man

I’m A Lover Not A Fighter
TimothyMichaelMusic
30 SEP 2024

V1.
Sometimes lips get loose with liquor
We said some things we didn’t mean
But the reaction that you gave me
Ain’t one I’ve ever seen
I’m not sure what tripped your trigger
But I know I ain’t that guy
You’re gonna have to spend the night time
Just wondering why

Chorus
I ain’t here for your all-nighter
I’m a lover not a fighter
And by morning you’ll be quieter
You’ve just had too much to drink
Now I’m laying down alone
You’re a little too far gone
To make sense of what I’m saying
So I’ll give you time to think
When you’re mad …
You’re one hell of a gas lighter
And I’m a lover not a fighter

V2
When I walked away
You screamed don’t you even care.
But if you knew me like I know me
You’d know I don’t fight fair
It’s Cos I care much more about you
Than I care about a “win”
And losing you…
… Would be a sin.

Chorus
I ain’t here for your all-nighter
I’m a lover not a fighter
And by morning you’ll be quieter
You’ve just had too much to drink
Now I’m laying down alone
You’re a little too far gone
To make sense of what I’m saying
So I’ll give you time to think
When you’re mad …
You’re one hell of a gas lighter
And I’m a lover not a fighter

Bridge
I’ll always trade my silence
Instead of going toe to toe
‘Cos you never know how far it’s gonna go

Chorus
I ain’t here for your all-nighter
I’m a lover not a fighter
And by morning you’ll be quieter
You’ve just had too much to drink
Now I’m laying down alone
You’re a little too far gone
To make sense of what I’m saying
So I’ll give you time to think
When you’re mad …
You’re one hell of a gas lighter
And I’m a lover not a fighter

When you’re mad …
You’re one hell of a gas lighter
And I’m a lover not a fighter

I’m a lover not a fighter





I'm A Lover Not A Fighter (SS)

Halloween wasn’t store-bought in the 1960s, it was made from old clothes in the basement and a spark of imagination. A sheet became a ghost, Dad’s Navy uniform turned me into a sailor, and pillowcases grew heavy with candy as we walked block to block with friends and neighbors.

But toward the end of our street stood a house set back in the shadows, the one we all called the Witch House. The woman inside looked the part, and her crooked stare made us whisper and hurry past. That mix of excitement and fear gave Halloween its magic.

This song is a reflection of those nights, the laughter, the legends, and the spirit of Halloween that still lives on long after the trick-or-treat bags are gone.

[Verse 1]
We’d dig through the basement, bags of old clothes
A sheet for a ghost, dad’s Navy issued oaths
Didn’t buy ‘em in the store, we made ‘em our own
With a little bit of laughter, and a touch of the unknown

[Chorus]
Trick-or-treat, oh what a night
Porch lights glowing, laughter bright
Pillowcases dragging low
Through the streets we used to go

[Verse 2]
Neighbors and friends, side by side
House to house, together we'd glide
Candy enough to last all year
Every door brought us a little cheer

[Bridge ]
Toward the end of the block stood a house set back
Shadows lingered, the windows black
And the woman inside, with her crooked stare
Made us whisper and point, but we didn’t dare
Some said she cackled, some swore she’d fly
On Halloween night, we’d all walk by

[Chorus]
Trick-or-treat, hold your breath tight
The witch house watching in the night
One more step, don’t make a sound
Or she’ll chase you down this haunted ground

[Verse 3]
Now I live where the night is still
Country roads, no kids to thrill
But in my heart, the spirit stays
Of Halloween nights and childhood days

[Final Chorus]
Trick-or-treat, oh what a night
Porch lights glowing, laughter bright
Though no footsteps cross my floor
Halloween lives on forevermore

[Outro]
Halloween lives on
Forevermore

The Witch On Our Street

Songbird

Brand New Tennessee Waltz

My New Album Delta Dusk & Soul will be releases on a streaming platforms November 6th. This is a sneak preview for SoundCloud only. Let me know what is your most memorable song!

Toxic Betrayal

(Verse 1)
Grey sky bleeding on the TV glow,
Coffee’s gone cold but I can’t let go.
Your ghost lives in my cigarette,
Every drag’s a memory I can’t forget.

(Pre-Chorus)
And I still wear your name like a stain,
I don’t feel much, just the echo and rain.

(Chorus)
When December calls, I don’t pick up,
Snow hits the ground like broken love.
Your shadow’s screaming down these halls,
And I cave in every time December calls.

(Verse 2)
Frostbite fingers on the windowpane,
Writing your name just to blur it again.
My cracked voice hums your favorite song,
Feels like forever’s been gone too long.

(Pre-Chorus)
You’re the whisper in the static hum,
The ache in the chord when the night goes numb.

(Chorus)
When December calls, I don’t pick up,
Snow hits the ground like broken love.
Your shadow’s screaming down these halls,
And I cave in every time December calls.

(Bridge)
The heater’s dying, I’m wide awake,
Drowning slow in my own mistakes.
You said I’d heal, but you lied so well—
Now I’m just fine in my private hell.

(Final Chorus)
When December calls, I don’t pick up,
The lines are dead, I’ve had enough.
But your echo’s hanging off these walls,
And I break down when December calls.

(Outro – distorted, fading scream)
Yeah… when December calls…
I still fall.
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when december calls

Somewhere somehow someone

Buck Ramble — When the Money Ain’t Never Over

Found in dusty reels marked “Goodnight Trail Sessions,” these are the long-lost recordings of Buck Ramble — the saloon singer turned silver-screen storyteller who lived long enough to see cowhands become celebrities.

Every track is a campfire sermon in rhythm: part truth, part tall tale.
He sings about lawmen, outlaws, faith, denial, women, whiskey, and the strange mercy of knowing too much.
By the time the record closes with the title track, Buck’s world has shifted from trail dust to camera lights — but the heart’s still out there under the same sky.

Restored by Volant Records (All Worlds Reserved®).

Genre: Frontier Folk / Western Blues / Spoken Americana

“Stories are cheaper than bullets — but hit just the same.”

The Man Who Sang to Outlaws

On The Shoulders Of Giants

When It Rains, It Pours

Volant Records is an independent label dedicated to bold, genre-spanning sounds and timeless artistry. Jupiter Morrow's music always tries to find truth in the pain, with eyes wide and with a heart that is open.

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The Man Who Sang to Outlaws

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