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Her Song V

I Cry In The Middle o’ The Night

“Ashes in the Wind” is a haunting journey through a collapsing world. With images of burning hillsides, broken branches, and clocks turning backwards, the song captures the feeling of an inevitable ending — not just for one person, but for all of us. It’s a hymn of loss, silence, and fire, where every step stirs the ashes of what once was. Both intimate and universal, the lyrics leave space for listeners to find their own reflection in the wreckage.

„Ashes in the Wind“ ist eine eindringliche Reise durch eine zerfallende Welt. Mit Bildern von brennenden Hängen, zerbrochenen Ästen und zurücklaufender Zeit fängt der Song das Gefühl eines unausweichlichen Endes ein – nicht nur für einen Einzelnen, sondern für uns alle. Es ist ein Lied von Verlust, Stille und Feuer, in dem jeder Schritt die Asche dessen aufwirbelt, was einmal war. Zugleich persönlich und universell, lassen die Lyrics Raum, dass jeder Hörer seine eigene Spiegelung in den Trümmern findet.

Ashes In The Wind

There’s a silence on the hillside
Like the world forgot to breathe
Broken branches tell the story
Of the fire underneath

I see shadows carving rivers
Through the skin of open land
Every mile the ground is shaking
Like it’s pulling at my hand

And the night keeps leaning closer
Like it knows where I have been

Ashes in the wind, they’re calling
Every step I take, they’re falling
No return, no place to hide
Ashes in the wind tonight

I hear whispers in the steel rails
Hear the iron start to bend
All the clocks are turning backwards
Every road just finds its end

And the night keeps leaning closer
Like it knows where I have been

Ashes in the wind, they’re calling
Every step I take, they’re falling
No return, no place to hide
Ashes in the wind tonight

If the sky decides to open
Let the flames become the rain
I’ll be walking through the wreckage
Till the earth forgets my name

Ashes in the wind still burning
Every step I take still turning
Into something I can’t fight
Ashes in the wind tonight
Ashes in the wind tonight


Ashes In The Wind

“They said the blues were six feet under. We’re still dancin’ on the dirt.”

Six Feet Above the Blues is a 15-track resurrection of grit, ghosts, and grit-your-teeth redemption. Born from rusted strings, roadside sermons, and moonshine confessions, this debut album blends Southern Gothic storytelling with boot-stomping energy and the haunted soul of outlaw folk.

Through swamp fog and shotgun sermons, you’ll meet:

A hollow-eyed preacher who barters salvation in shadows

A hellhound more loyal than any man

A banjo cursed with blood

And a narrator who swears “God Don’t Ride Shotgun”

Whether it’s the eerie waltz of “Rattlesnake Waltz,” the foot-stomping fury of “Train Don’t Stop for Sinners,” or the rowdy last call in “Ashes in the Ale,” this record walks the line between sin and salvation — and leans hard toward the former.

Fueled by banjo, bowed bass, gang vocals, and enough smoke to choke a saint, this is music for the outlaws, the almost-gone, and the ones who never stayed buried.

🪕 Come raise a glass with the damned — you’re only six feet above the blues, after all.
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Lantern in the Fog

Man falls for woman who turns out to be not so nice, so now he's down and playing the blues on his steel guitar. Old story....still worth listening to if you like tasty guitar licks.

Blue Steel

Cœur de Verre

A cinematic, acoustic memoir of Southern twilight. Across 11 tracks, it weaves porchlight intimacy with gospel grit, blending Chicago blues, Motown warmth, and folk storytelling into a cohesive emotional arc.

Train to Nowhere

Bring Back the Smoke

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 Prairie Sings a Hymn

Dark Side of Lonesome

A twelve-track Western odyssey written in different tunings and different tongues of the same soul.

The first songs walk through memory and devotion; the middle ones crash into the saloon, loud and crooked; the final three — The Buck Ramble Trilogy — burn, drown, and rise beneath an unending sky.

By the end, Buck doesn’t return home. He becomes it.

Genre: Western Folk / Dust-Gospel / Frontier Blues
Mood: Epic, weathered, redemptive
For Fans Of: Marty Robbins, Colter Wall, Ennio Morricone soundscapes, and the long silence after a man tells the truth.

“Every life, like every string, rings truest when left open.”

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Lantern in the Fog

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