“Backroads and Sundays” is a heartland rock anthem full of grit, soul, and longing. With its roots in small-town memories and working-class spirit, the song tells the story of growing up where every road holds a memory and every Sunday feels like home. Driven by rhythmic piano, soulful saxophone, and raspy, passionate vocals, it blends Americana warmth with the raw energy of classic rock. The lyrics paint vivid scenes of porch lights, tailgate nights, and dreams etched into gravel roads — a journey of pride, loss, and timeless belonging.

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[Lyrics]
Just a rusted sign at the edge of town,
One gas pump, and the diner’s brown.

Born and raised where the rail line ends,
We knew every face, called ‘em blood and friends.
First kiss behind the feed store wall,
Radio loud, chasing dreams so tall.
Mama’s voice through a screen door night,
Dinner hot and the porch light bright.

We were kings of nowhere, with dust on our boots,
Chasin’ loud hearts and faded truths.

Backroads and Sundays raised me right,
Saxophone wind and firelight nights.
Never needed fame to feel alive,
Just a beat-up truck and a backroad drive.
Backroads and Sundays, still runnin’ strong,
That small town keeps me holdin’ on.

Dad swung steel with a quiet pride,
His story lived in the sweat he’d hide.
Friday nights we’d howl like hell,
Under stars, no plan, no farewell.
Scraped our dreams on gravel and tar,
Told ourselves we’d make it far.

We were kids with fire and nothin’ to lose,
Wrote our future in worn-out shoes.

Backroads and Sundays raised me right,
Tailgate choirs and neon lights.
Never needed gold to make me whole,
It runs through my veins, deep in my soul.
Backroads and Sundays, still runnin’ strong,
That small town keeps me holdin’ on.

Now I’m older, but I still drive slow,
Past the high school and the rodeo.
And I swear every wind that blows,
Carries echoes of old soul shows.

Backroads and Sundays raised me right,
Simple dreams and barefoot nights.
Wouldn’t trade that life for gold,
It runs through my blood, it’s all I hold.
Backroads and Sundays, hear my song,
That small town keeps me holdin’ on.

Backroads and Sundays raised me high,
Lightning hearts beneath twilight sky.
Ain’t no map can pull me free,
It’s stitched in my bones, it’s home to me.
Backroads and Sundays, I’ll never be gone,
That small town keeps me movin’ on.

Backroads and Sundays, where I belong.
A rusted sign the world passed by,
But it’s home – like the truth in a sky full of fire.

Rust & Dreams

Backroads and Sundays

LYRICS:

[Verse]
Now I'm single
Better than being tied to you
Tried to give you my heart
But you just ripped it apart

[Chorus]
I can't go back
Can't go back to you
I can't go back
Can't go back to you

[Verse]
Yeah
We broke up
So what
You gonna cry about it?
Don't be mad
You lost me
Don't be mad
You lost me
You ain't shit
You ain't shit without me

[Chorus]
I can't go back
Can't go back to you
I can't go back
Can't go back to you

[Bridge]
Don't be mad
You lost me
You ain't shit without me
I can't go back
Can't go back to you
I can't go back
Can't go back to you
I can't go back
Can't go back to you
I can't go back
Can't go back to you
I can't go back
Can't go back to you
I can't go back
Can't go back to you
I can't go back
Can't go back to you
I can't go back
Can't go back to you

CAN'T GO BACK (Unreleased Version).

Half Lit Rooms is the debut EP from Civic Ghosts—three emotionally raw songs about memory, silence, and the weight of things left unsaid. Blending spoken word, alt-rock, and ambient post-hardcore, these tracks don’t perform—they confess.

Each song captures a different kind of grief: the quiet aftermath (Half Lit Rooms), the ache of unspoken words (Ghost Notes), and the rising panic of unresolved memory (Wires in the Walls).

This is cinematic emo for people who feel too much. It doesn’t ask for closure. It just lets the room stay dim.

Wires in the Walls

Vorynth – The Noise They Can’t Kill

The Noise They Can’t Kill is an anthem for the overlooked and the over-silenced — a record that claws through censorship, scapegoating, and control with defiance in every note. Across ten tracks, Vorynth builds a cathedral of sound out of static, distortion, and rebellion, reminding us: “Stop punching down, start looking up.”

From the digital fury of 404_Freedom Not Found to the sing-along bite of Scapegoat Season, the chaotic distortion of Signal Jammer, and the apocalyptic climax of The Final Algorithm, the album weaves protest and catharsis into one unstoppable surge. The title track, The Noise They Can’t Kill, stands as a manifesto — a reminder that voices raised together can outlast any machine.

This isn’t just noise. It’s survival. It’s rebellion. It’s the sound they can’t erase.

404_ Freedom Not Found

Silent Divide

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Dangerous Love

Midnight Riot

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Glitterbomb Riot

Stolen Nights Stolen Hearts

Ash And Ember - The Inferno Cut

rock, alternative rock, post-grunge, made with passion

Shatter the Silence

Beautyful hard rock song. In memory of Zegretti Elena and Mazzocchi Alvaro.

SHATTERED LIGHTS

Afterlight

Turning around… turning around…
The city fades - I feel the night begin.
Silence cuts through all the noise within.
The air is slow, the shadows crawl,
I find myself… escaping it all.

The world keeps shouting in my ears,
Every headline built on fear.
Truth is bent and sold again,
Power feeds on broken men.
I walk through streets that never sleep,
Screens reflecting eyes too weak.
No place left to hide my mind,
I’m burning from the noise inside.

They call it freedom,
But I can’t feel it here.
They call it order,
But all I sense is fear.

Because I can’t take it anymore,
My mind is tired, my spirit sore.
In the silence I am reborn 
This is where I’m safe once more.

The daylight burns, it never heals.
Faces blur in spinning wheels.
I see the world devour itself 
All the noise, all the rage, all the lies that I’ve felt.

Night comes… and I feel safe again.
The noise fades, the city sleeps.
I can breathe… I can finally breathe.
Here - in the dark - I exist.

Because I can’t take it anymore.
But I don’t need their world to endure.
In the silence I am reborn 
This is where I’m safe once more.

Silence… my shelter.
Silence… my cure.

Afterlight

Das Projekt KIRox startete im Juni 2024. Hier werden Songs mit KI (AI) erstellt. Die Textideen und -nachbearbeitung sind von mir selbst, und werden meist über ChatGPT erstellt. Die Songs werden anschließend über die Plattform von Suno.com generiert.

The KIRox project launched in June 2024. It creates songs using AI. I provide the lyrics and post-production, mostly via ChatGPT. The songs are then generated via the Suno.com platform.

KIRox findest du auch auf /You can also find KIRox on:
Spotify, Deezer, Apple Music and YouTube Music.