Name: Repeat by Ryan Moore
Duration: 3 min 43 s
Description: Music & Lyrics: Ryan Moore. Produced, Arranged & Mixed by Ryan Moore. Vocals, Analog Synthesizers & Drum Programming: Ryan Moore. Recorded & Mixed at Ryan Moore Studios, Pacific Northwest. Mix Consultant: John Sawoski. Mastered by Rainer Gembalczyk at Sienna Digital, Half Moon Bay, California.

Music & Lyrics: Ryan Moore. Produced by Ryan Moore. Arranged by Ryan Moore & John Sawoski. Vocals, Digital Keyboards, Analog Synthesizers, Drum Programming, Acoustic Guitar, Ukulele: Ryan Moore. Additional Keyboards: John Sawoski. Electronic Drums: Bob Moore. Cello: Stefanie Fife. Piccolo: Bobby Shulgold. Recorded at Ryan Moore Studios, Hollywood and Ryan Moore Studios, Pacific Northwest. Mixed by Paul Pritchard at Abbey Road Studios, London. Mastered by Sean Magee at Abbey Road Studios, London.

Time Machine Traveler

Music & Lyrics: Ryan Moore. Produced, Arranged & Mixed by Ryan Moore. Vocals, Analog Synthesizers & Drum Programming: Ryan Moore. Recorded & Mixed at Ryan Moore Studios, Pacific Northwest. Mix Consultant: John Sawoski. Mastered by Rainer Gembalczyk at Sienna Digital, Half Moon Bay, California.

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Time Travel Paradox

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Radioactive Soundwaves

Music & Lyrics: Ryan Moore. Produced by Ryan Moore & John Sawoski. Arranged & Mixed by Ryan Moore. Vocals, Digital Synthesizers, Digital Sampler & Drum Programming: Ryan Moore. Saxophone: Larry Klimas. Bass: Simeon Pillich. Recorded & Mixed at Ryan Moore Studios, Hollywood & Ryan Moore Studios, Pacific Northwest. Mastered by Rainer Gembalczyk at Sienna Digital, Half Moon Bay, California.

Memories Remain

Life (Live in Beverly Hills)

Life (Live In Beverly Hills, Take 4)

Life (Live In Beverly Hills, Take 2)

Life (Live In Beverly Hills, Take 1)

Happy Birthday Dear Everyone (Instrumental Mix)

I really don't care no more.... nothing I can fix other than what is in my view, so eh, why worry about it!



I used to chase the headlines, living in the noise,  
Thought I’d find my answers in their polished poise.  
But now those flashing lights just feel like fading stars,  
I’m done with all the drama from Chicago to Mars.  


'Cause I don’t care no more about the politics or fame,  
Ain't losing sleep over money or whose team won the game.  
The world keeps spinning while I'm standing still,  
Found peace in simple moments—got no time for that thrill.  

   
Turned off the evening news and poured a glass of beer,  
Watched the sunset paint the sky—a masterpiece no fear..   
Forget about those diets; I’ll take my peanut butter cups cold,   
Life’s too short for counting carbs or chasing dreams sold.   

 
'Cause I don’t care no more about the weather or trends,  
No need for shiny cars when you've got real good friends.  


Like my dog Chewy, and cat Toby.......

The globe's a heavy burden but I've learned to let it be,  
I'm dancing in my backyard where my heart can roam free.


So let ‘em talk 'bout Europe and what’s wrong over there,    
I'll be singing on this porch while life drifts through my hair.    
With every note I'm singing, all those worries drift away,    
In this little piece of heaven is where I choose to stay.


'Cause I don’t care no more if they argue left or right,    
There’s magic in simplicity when you turn down all that light.    
So here’s to loving freely and letting go of pride—    
In this simple song we’re singing where true happiness resides.


Yeah I’m living for today with a heart wide open door,   
Finding joy in every moment—don’t care no more... oh no—I don’t care no more.  


Yes, it is true, I just don't care no more about things I can't fix. Life is much better when you keep it simple.

Who Cares

“GHOST IN THE BACKROAD” — STORY

The ghost isn’t dead.
It’s unfinished.

Every mile Mayzon Jard drives, it rides shotgun—
headlights flickering through memory,
dust trails spelling out the names of roads he never escaped.

This ghost is every version of him that didn’t make it out clean.
The nights he chose responsibility over relief.
The dreams he buried so others could keep theirs.

Backroads don’t forget.
They loop.

In this chapter, Mayzon stops pretending the past is behind him.
The ghost doesn’t chase him—it guides him.
A warning. A witness. A reminder of what survival cost.

By the end, the engine keeps running,
but the rearview mirror finally tells the truth:

You can’t outrun what made you.
You can only drive forward with it.

ghost in the backroad

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