Lonely

Sounds Like Money to Me

Live From the Barn

Born In the U.S.A. (Barn Sessions)

AI-Generated with Original Lyrics:

Stepping slowly
Creeping in the night
White knuckled poor man
Looking for a fight

Handled can of gasoline
A  pack of black and mild
Matches met with striker paper
Eyes ablaze and wild 

Drinking every drop and fume
Enough to make it drown
A puff of smoke gone with the breeze
It’s time to burn it down

[CHORUS]
This is what you get
When he’s reached his limit
This is what you reap 
When what you sow is so low
Bridges, double crossed, burning down with a whimper
Bet you didn’t know about his temper
Well now you know

Ties so tight 
They strangle till they break
After giving what you gave for months
He’ll take what he can make

He’ll pursue it to the nth degree
And won’t settle for less
Expose you for the world to see
The one who made this mess

Heaven knows he’s virtuous 
Been patient with the town
Suddenly the wheels come off
It’s time to burn it down

[CHORUS]

Ashes to ashes
And dust to dust
What’s good for some of you
Is piss poor for the rest of us
Let bygones be bygones
And turn the other cheek
But mama he’s not listening
It’s vengeance that he seeks!

The end is fast approaching 
No time to play around
He’s tired of this bullshit
It’s time to burn it down

[CHORUS]

Yeah now you know.

Written in 2024 © My Reclaimed Self
AI-Generated using Suno.com

Burn It Down

Took the long way home just to clear my mind,
But the radio wouldn’t let me leave it behind…
Tried drowning it out with neon and noise,
Whiskey in my hand, but your name in my voice.
The jukebox don’t care what I wanna hear,
It just keeps spinning my biggest fear.
Every heartbreak ballad, every lonesome line,
Feels like they wrote ‘em all from my goodbye.
Like ghosts in the chords, memories in the rhyme,
Every chorus pulls me back in time…
Every sad song’s got your name on it,
Every last note cuts clean through.
They don’t just tell a story—I’m still living in it,
Like a needle stuck in the groove of you.
Ain’t a melody that don’t haunt me,
Ain’t a love song that don’t taunt me…
Every sad song’s got your name on it,
And tonight, I’ll play ‘em all again.
“Whiskey Lullaby” still burns like a brand,
“Neon Moon” takes me right back to your hand.
Even “He Stopped Lovin’ Her Today”
Ain’t just a song—it’s me these days.
Like a radio tuned to heartache’s sound,
Every note just keeps spinning me ‘round…
Every sad song’s got your name on it,
Every last note cuts clean through.
They don’t just tell a story—I’m still living in it,
Like a needle stuck in the groove of you.
Ain’t a melody that don’t haunt me,
Ain’t a love song that don’t taunt me…
Every sad song’s got your name on it,
And tonight, I’ll play ‘em all again.
Maybe one day I’ll find a new refrain,
But right now, your echo’s still carved in my veins.
Can’t turn the dial, can’t turn the page,
The past keeps playin’ in an endless wave…
Every sad song’s got your name on it,
Every last note cuts clean through.
They don’t just tell a story—I’m still living in it,
Like a needle stuck in the groove of you.
Ain’t a melody that don’t haunt me,
Ain’t a love song that don’t taunt me…
Every sad song’s got your name on it,
And tonight, I’ll play ‘em all again.
Took the long way home just to clear my mind,
But the radio wouldn’t let me leave it behind…


Every Sad Song

A feel-good, genre-blending journey through the sounds of Southern rock, country, and folk. It's an eclectic mix that feels like a live jam session, with intricate guitar work, layered harmonies, and a laid-back, summery vibe. The songs are rich with storytelling, painting vivid pictures of life, love, and the open road. From upbeat, celebratory anthems perfect for a bonfire, to heartfelt, reflective ballads that tug at the heartstrings, the album maintains a consistent mood of laid-back authenticity. It's music that's both polished and raw, a perfect soundtrack for a long drive, a day at the beach, or just kicking back with friends.

Burn It Down

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