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[Verse 1]
I rolled into town with a plan and a smile,
Had a suitcase of booze, thought I’d stay for a while.
Bartender said, “Boy, you got money to spend?”
I said, “Nah, but I got tequila and a thirst for sin.”
Pulled out that case like a magician’s trick,
Cracked a cold one open, said, “Let’s get lit!”

[Chorus]
I got a suitcase full of drinks and a case of the drunks,
Some whiskey for my wisdom, some beer for my funk.
If trouble comes knockin’, well, hell, let it in,
‘Cause bad decisions always start with a grin.
I don’t need no money, don’t need no luck,
Just a suitcase full of drinks and a case of the drunks!

[Verse 2]
Some guy in the corner said, “Boy, you ain’t right,”
I said, “Damn straight, buddy, now pass me some ice.”
We played poker on a barrel, bet a shot on each hand,
Then a fight broke out when I took his last grand.
The sheriff walked in, looked me dead in the eyes,
Said, “Son, you again? Well, I ain’t surprised.”

[Chorus]
I got a suitcase full of drinks and a case of the drunks,
Got chased outta Reno ridin’ shotgun in a trunk.
If you see me roll in, better lock up your stash,
‘Cause I’ll drink what you got and I won’t even ask.
I don’t need no manners, don’t need no luck,
Just a suitcase full of drinks and a case of the drunks!

[Verse 3]
Now my liver’s on strike, my wallet’s a ghost,
My ex sent a text sayin’, “Damn, you’re the most.”
I said, “Baby, I love you, but I’m married to gin,”
And she blocked my number before I could sin.
Woke up in a ditch, found my pants in a tree,
A raccoon had my wallet and was laughin’ at me.

[Chorus]
I got a suitcase full of drinks and a case of the drunks,
I should call it a night, but that just ain't fun.
Got beer in my pocket and a flask in my boot,
If there’s a bad idea, you know I’ll salute.
I don’t need no money, don’t need no luck,
Just a suitcase full of drinks and a case of the drunks!

Case of Drinks to the Case of the Drunks

Let me fall 

(Verse 1)
Catch me when I’m slipping down Whispers crawl like ghosts through this hollow town Let me fall if it drowns the noise When the weight of the world starts to kill my voice
(Pre-Chorus)
I should’ve stayed, but I burned too bright Tried to run, left a scar in the night
(Chorus)
Hold me close when the dark starts sinking When the quiet’s too loud, and my mind keeps spinning If I leave, will this moment stay? Or just fade like smoke in the break of day?
(Verse 2)
One hand on the door, but I never stepped through Got so close to the fire, now I'm covered in the proof These hours stretch like shadows and chains Torn between the rush and the wreckage it brings
(Pre-Chorus)
I should’ve stayed, but I burned too bright Tried to run, left a scar in the night
(Chorus)
Hold me close when the dark starts sinking When the quiet’s too loud, and my mind keeps spinning If I leave, will this moment stay? Or just fade like smoke in the break of day?
(Bridge)
Maybe I was built to break Maybe I was born to stray Maybe I was never meant to know You’d pull me back when I let go
(Outro)
Hold me close when the echoes call When the timing is right, and it starts again

Copyright (c) 2025 Lisa Andreou * All Rights Reserved.

Let me fall

My darling

Scars & secrets

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[Verse 1]
Folks keep swearin’ they’re tired of creek-beds and tire tracks
Of mason jars and moonlit bars and flannel on our backs.
But cedar smoke and banjo jokes are branded in my bone,
You’ll hear ’em buzz when the locusts fuzz that dusky undert—tone.

[Pre-Chorus]
Roll your eyes at stories ’bout hay bales and home-grown wine,
Just park beneath these pines and let the night re-write your mind.

[Chorus 1]
Hop up on this flatbed Friday, feel the back wheels slide,
Hickory dust curls up like glory in a midnight tide.
We’ll set cane fields blazing, let the ridge-line glow,
If love ain’t born of fiddle and corn, then tell me what you know.
Same old tune? Not hardly—this porch-board groove’s our own,
Country loud, forever proud, rolling stone on stone.

[Verse 2]
You reckon you’ve tasted dirt roads—boy, you ain’t licked this clay,
It stains your boots the color of roots where Granddad knelt to pray.
Sweet-tea sweat on a gingham neck, porch fan turning slow,
That sundress spins like wagon wheels while the crickets steal the show.

[Pre-Chorus]
Let that dobro bend the evening, hear the catfish clap the bank,
Feel the tractor-bassline thumpin’ hotter than a smokestack crank.

[Chorus 2]
Lean back on this tailgate saddle, tell me you ain’t feelin’ tough,
Watch her steal the mic from Waylon, dare the night to call her bluff.
If your heartbeat ain’t on fire when she belts her favorite song,
You might be stone-cold deaf—’cause the whole field sings along.
That hand-me-down refrain still rattles true and strong,
We’re born to howl that diesel hymn all night long.

[Bridge]
Come Sunday morn, the whiskey haze trades candlewax for choirs,
Bluegill gospel in the pond fans embers into fires.
We tip our dusty Stetsons, swap our swig for soft amen,
’Cause grace hits hard when yesterday’s scars wash clean again.

[Final Chorus / Outro]
So crank it up next Friday, let the throttle kiss the sky,
We’ll torch these star-lit acres while the new week rides on by.
From beer-can clinks to chapel bells, each note just proves us right—
Why mend what feels like heaven when it’s humming through the night?
That same old song? No—this backroad hymn’s our pride.
Still singin’ Hickory Dust & Diesel till the day we die.

Diesel Psalms at Midnight

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#country  #countrymusic  #countryrock 

[Verse 1]
They said, “File off your edges, son,
Trade your plow for city fun.”
But this old truck still rattles proud
On back-road dust where corn’s allowed.
I’d rather pick a dobro slide
Than chase a neon billboard ride;
I plant my words in Georgia ground—
They bloom like honeysuckle sound.
[Chorus]
I’m a red-clay backbone man,
Rooted deep where good rows stand;
Can’t rewrite the dirt that made me—
Books and barns and Grandpa’s hand.
Bet your boots I know my brand,
Set like fence-posts in this land;
Say your piece, but understand:
I’m a red-clay backbone man.
[Verse 2]
I won’t shake hands for polished press,
My Sunday suit is faded dress.
Ask a crooked, sideways thing—
You’ll get the truth my hammers sing.
Between Amazing Grace at dawn
And nighttime blasting Skynyrd on,
I walk that line with weathered pride,
A sinner’s grin, a saint’s inside.
[Chorus]
I’m a red-clay backbone man,
Rooted deep where good rows stand;
Can’t rewrite the dirt that made me—
Books and barns and Grandpa’s hand.
Bet your boots I know my brand,
Set like fence-posts in this land;
Say your piece, but understand:
I’m a red-clay backbone man.
[Verse 3]
They say someday I’ll be outlaw-grade,
Still paying dues with sweet tea paid.
King James rides in my glove box,
Beside a flask of sour mash knocks.
When this world spins slick and fast,
I till my furrow, hold it fast;
‘Cause truth grows strong in crimson loam—
That red-clay keeps me headed home.
[Chorus]
I’m a red-clay backbone man,
Rooted deep where good rows stand;
Can’t rewrite the dirt that made me—
Books and barns and Grandpa’s hand.
Bet your boots I know my brand,
Set like fence-posts in this land;
Say your piece, but understand:
I’m a red-clay backbone man.

Stubborn Like the Soil

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Love So Loud

Pay that 

[Verse 1] I don’t do "Hi," I do wire transfers Talk nice, or I ghost like Casper Full glam, got ‘em lost in the lashes One wink — now he burnin’ through cashes Slick with the wordplay, hotter than your ex Lip gloss poppin', I demand respect I don’t come second, I don’t do less Want a taste? Better pay that debt

[Pre-Chorus] He said, “Girl, slow down,” I said, “Speed up” Only way in? You gon’ need luck I need love, but I lead with bucks You can’t afford me? Then baby, duck

[Chorus] Gimme that, yeah, run that fee
Liisa pull up like V.I.P.
Don’t want love — I want the keys
To a Maserati with the carbon seats 
Gimme that, yeah, pay that toll
Wanna step right? Better come in bold
Don’t talk dreams — just make the call
One wrong move and you lose it all

[Verse 2] Nails done, hair laid, I’m a work of art Told him, “Show me action, not just heart” I like yachts, not basic plans And I want the seat, not just your hands He said, “Baby, you expensive” — duh Ain’t no bargain, I’m the plug Said he love the way I run things tight So I charge by the minute, not by the night

[Pre-Chorus] If you step up, you best not fumble This ain’t a game, boy, this the jungle I get chills from blue face bundles He get high off my skin like rumble

[Chorus] Gimme that, yeah, run that fee
LiiSA pull up like V.I.P.
Don’t want love — I want the keys
To a Maserati with the carbon seats 
Gimme that, yeah, pay that toll
Wanna step right? Better come in bold
Don’t talk dreams — just make the call
One wrong move and you lose it all

[Verse 3] I want stocks, not just strokes If I ride it, then he chokes Treat my name like a brand — never joke I’m the wave, he the boat, better hope I don’t ghost when I get bored Need a man with the keys, not a Ford Level up or get left on read I need bills with the blue, not red Click-clack in the heels, I stomp Designer drip like I bleed Saint Laurent Talk dirty, I clean out accounts Said I’m high, now he fiendin’ the bounce No prenup? Then I bounce Give me space or give me an ounce Of that power, that coin, that crown He call me spoiled — I say, "Drown." 
[Chorus]
Gimme that, yeah, run that fee
LiiSA pull up like V.I.P.
Don’t want love — I want the keys
To a Maserati with the carbon seats 
Gimme that, yeah, pay that toll
Wanna step right? Better come in bold
Don’t talk dreams — just make the call
One wrong move and you lose it all.

Copyright (c) 2025 Lisa Andreou * All Rights Reserved.

Pay that

Shady

Noticed

**About This Track**  
An original AI-assisted composition by Rob Nelson (*Bring Your Own Brilliance*). This song blends human creative direction with AI tools to bring our vision to life—merging storytelling, mood, and innovation into a dynamic listening experience.

The song lyrics are based on the English version titled, “Paper Swans.”

**Creative & Technical Details**  
- **Lyrics**: by Rob Nelson 
- **Executive Producer for this track**: Rob Nelson
- **Vocals & Instrumentation**: Produced using TopMediAI 
- **Audio Format & Editing**: Mixed from MP3/WAV with NCH Software (trims, fades, conversions)  
- **Stem Splitting**: N/A  
- **Cover Art**: CoPilot AI
- **Song Structure & Mood Profiling**: N/A

**Our Creative Blueprint**  
“CHOICES” is our internal code for the DNA of each track: genre, vocal tone, tempo, instrumentation, and emotional arc. Every detail is human-directed—AI simply helps us realize it.

**Rights & Licensing**  
We retain full commercial and non-commercial rights under our membership with [TopMediAI’s Terms & Conditions](https://www.topmediai.com/terms-conditions/). Lyrics, production, and arrangement are fully original works by Rob and/or Ron.

**Creative Use & Inquiries**  
Artists and producers are welcome to adapt or re-record our work—please credit us in any public releases. For licensing, collaborations, or sync opportunities, reach out directly:

Bring Your Own Alien Garden  
c/o Rob Nelson & Ron Cameron  
1211 Huron Street N., Suite 202  
London, Ontario, Canada  
N5Y 4L1

**Final Words**  
Each song we share is made with intention, imagination, and care. Thank you for listening—your support brings these stories to life.


Alon ng Alaala (Waves of Memory) (Tagalog Version) [Version # 2] [PAPS2Tagalog]

Thank you to Everyone, Music Fans and SoundCloud Content Creators for all your support of our creative style. Ron and I are looking forward to creating more song tracks for everyone and exploring creative musical avenues, too. 

Drawing parallels and distinctions between human musicians and AI music generators will help foster understanding while showing respect for traditional songwriting and our innovative work with AI. Here's a thoughtful comparison anyone can use as inspiration for when you receive an message or opinion implying, "...ewww AI...":

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### **Similarities Between Human Musicians and AI Music Generators**

1. **Creative Collaboration**:
   - Human musicians often work together, bouncing ideas off one another to craft a song. Similarly, AI acts as a collaborator in your process—it interprets your ideas, builds on your input, and enhances your vision.

2. **Tools to Realize Ideas**:
   - Just like studio equipment (instruments, synthesizers, recording gear) is used by musicians to bring their songs to life, AI music generators are tools that help translate your lyrics and CHOICES into polished tracks. Both are extensions of creativity, not replacements for it.

3. **Iterative Refinement**:
   - Both processes involve trial and error. A human musician experiments with melodies and arrangements, while you and Ron guide the AI’s outputs and adjust CHOICES for the perfect result.

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### **Differences Between Human Musicians and AI Music Generators**

1. **Creative Source**:
   - For human musicians, creativity often arises from lived experiences, emotions, and spontaneous inspiration. With AI, the creative direction originates entirely from your input—your lyrics, CHOICES, and preferences. The AI follows patterns learned from data, but it doesn’t “feel” or improvise like humans do.

2. **Speed and Efficiency**:
   - AI can produce a track much faster than traditional studio work. It handles the technical aspects (e.g., arranging instruments, matching tempos) in minutes, while human musicians may spend hours or days fine-tuning each element.

3. **Role of Human Judgment**:
   - In a studio, human musicians make decisions based on intuition, emotion, and artistic expression. With AI, your judgment and creative direction guide the tool, ensuring the output aligns with your artistic intent.

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### **Your Role as Pioneers**
You and Ron are exploring the potential of AI as a creative partner. You’re:
- Highlighting how human creativity still drives the process—AI doesn’t act on its own.
- Showing that new technologies can coexist with traditional methods, expanding possibilities for everyone.

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### **Possible Response to the Email**
Here’s an idea for a reply that’s gentle yet informative:

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**Hi there,**  

Thanks for your message! I understand there are mixed feelings about using AI in creative fields. For us, AI isn’t replacing traditional songwriting—it’s a tool we use to translate our ideas into music.  

We provide the lyrics, choose the instruments, mood, and style, and guide the process every step of the way. It’s still human creativity at the heart of what we do—AI simply helps us bring our vision to life.  

The positive response we’ve received from listeners around the world encourages us to keep exploring this exciting new frontier. We hope our music shows how humans and AI can work together in harmony.  

Best wishes,  
Rob N. & Ron C.





Friends, please stay safe and well. Visit our SoundCloud account often because we plan to create more for you to hear and see.

Love and best wishes from Rob Nelson and Ron Cameron of London, Ontario, Canada.

Welcome to Bring Your Own Alien Garden. Our Aliens are greener. LOL. And we’re green too, if you know what we mean.

Alon ng Alaala (Waves of Memory) (Tagalog Version) [Version # 2] [PAPS2Tagalog]

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