Dreams

Dreams (Lanie's Version)

Lonely No More

Enrique Iglesias - Pitbull - Iamchino - TAMO BIEN (Marky & Thommy.T Bootleg Rework).wav

Bad As I Used To Be

Bad As I Used To Be (From F1® The Movie)

https://www.youtube.com/@VanGotravels

"There’s something about Texas… the sky, the scars, the stories — they don’t fade. They just ride with you."

Rollin tires on a red dirt road
Sun sinking low where the Mesquites grow
FM on, got a lonesome tune
Chasing the light like a prairie moon
Cracks in the windshield, stories in the scars
Still feel the pull of them old dive bars

Ghost towns whisper through the sage and wire
The wind knows my name, so does the fire
Dust of the Lone Star coats my boots
As I pass old churches and roadside fruits
I left, but this place never left me
It’s in my bones, my blood, my legacy

And I ride, like a flame through the wind
Tryna find where my soul begins
From Amarillo plains to the Gulf Coast tide
I’m just a shadow of a boy who tried
To outrun the past but not the land
I carry this dust like a brand
Yeah, I carry this dust… of the Lone Star land

I’ve slept in vans and roadside parks
Counted stars and chased my spark
Shared firelight tales with strangers wide-eyed
With Lourdes singing by the riverside
Each town’s a page in my traveling song
Texas taught me where I belong

And I ride, like a flame through the wind
Tryna find where my soul begins
From Amarillo plains to the Gulf Coast tide
I’m just a shadow of a boy who tried
To outrun the past but not the land
I carry this dust like a brand
Yeah, I carry this dust… of the Lone Star land

Mama said, “Don’t forget where you’re from,
Even when you’re broke or on the run.”
That voice still echoes through the pines,
With every mile, I rewind time...

And I ride, with the wind at my back
Still haunted by those railroad tracks
From west-side towns to border skies
This state still owns my alibi
I ain’t no saint, but I understand
I was forged in the fire of Lone Star land
Yeah, I carry this dust…
I carry this dust…
Of the Lone Star land

Vango Travels

Dust of the Lone Star(HD)

A track about the sneaky people that talk behind your back yet to your face are all smiles .

Paper Thin Smiles

[Verse]
Steel horse growlin' beneath my feet
Wind bites sharp but the burn feels sweet
Every mile’s a trophy every road’s a grin

[Prechorus]
Chrome sings louder than my own name
Freedom’s a fire you can’t contain

[Chorus]
Born to ride born to roll
Indian Chief gonna save my soul
Feel the thunder feel the spin
Born to ride yeah born to win

[Verse 2]
Sunlight drips off that candy red tank
Shadows stretch long where the daylight sank
I don’t need no map I don’t need no plan

[Prechorus]
Highways whisper don’t look back
Dust and glory paint the track

[Chorus]
Born to ride born to roll
Indian Chief gonna save my soul
Feel the thunder feel the spin
Born to ride yeah born to win

indian-chief

Blueprint.mp3

[Verse]
Back in the saddle in my race car again
Chasing the moon through the dead of night
Rubber screams on the asphalt floor
Every mile a battle every mile a roar

[Chorus]
Back in the saddle again
Heart's on fire I’m a shooting star
Burning up the track leaving trails of sparks
Back in the saddle again

[Verse 2]
Wind’s my rival it pulls my face
Engine growls like it’s set to erase
The line’s a blur the world tilts fast
Speed’s my lover the moment won’t last

[Prechorus]
Hands on the wheel
The rush is real

[Chorus]
Back in the saddle again
Heart's on fire I’m a shooting star
Burning up the track leaving trails of sparks
Back in the saddle again

[Bridge]
Gasoline dreams and adrenaline highs
Tires spinning truth out of every lie
No brakes no fear no looking behind
This road’s my pulse my state of mind

Back in the Saddle

A song that reflects on how we all see things differently

Where the Highway Bends

city winds in my face 
cruely reminding me 
of my current place 
far from the childhood streams  
but I still move to the rythm of my dreams 

He had sad songs on colourfull tapes
with love and near escapes 
music of big rig trucks and cowboy life
about ordinary people trying to find a wife 

Happy songs in the city
and I just feel pity 
for everyone who got stuck 
and can’t remember the music playing in their fathers truck 

He had sad songs on colourfull tapes
with love and near escapes 
music of big rig trucks and cowboy life
about ordinary people trying to find a wife 

I’m feeling like a city cowboy 
rolling against all odds 
with my fathers music loudly 
playing in my air pods 

He had sad songs on colourfull tapes
with love and near escapes 
music of big rig trucks and cowboy life
about ordinary people trying to find a wife

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#dreampop 
#americana 
#indie
#indiepop
#demo

Might be something for those of you who like Lana Del Ray

Sad songs on colourful tapes - Slow Pop

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Basically I'm a hard rocker and I listen to a lot of punk too, but country and americana have a very special place in my heart. Many of my early musical memories lie there. I can therefore be perceived as quite rambling, but that's how it is. I write a lot based on whims and images. 

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Sad songs on colourful tapes - Slow Pop

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