This song challenges the myth of "the one," unraveling the difference between being possessed and being truly seen. True love, as Brook Stanley sings it here, isn’t a script or a storybook ending—it’s the quiet power of wanting the best for someone, even when that doesn’t include you. With stripped-down instrumentation and honest Southern vocals, this track cuts through the fantasy fog and stands firmly in the light of truth.

"Trust Me, You Don’t Want the Fairytale" asks one big question: is your love about giving, or about getting?

Written and produced by Brook Stanley. Music created and performed by Hal Bishop and The Scout Line—a music group created in the studio by TopMedia.ai, blending real Southern storytelling with AI music tools.


All vocals on this track are AI-generated using TopMedia.ai. We describe vocal style using creative prompts (e.g., “gritty,” “female country,” “male rock.”), but we do not select or control the underlying TopMedia.ai model. Any resemblance to real artists is unintentional, and we have no knowledge of the source data used to generate these voices.
This track is offered for non-commercial use only.

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🎼 Tags: true love, relationship song, folk rock, myth of soulmates, authentic love, breakup anthem, emotional wisdom, Brook Stanley, acoustic truth, love vs possession


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📸 Caption for Socials: It gives you wings—it don’t beg you to stay.
Brook Stanley’s new single, "Trust Me, You Don’t Want the Fairytale," is out now.

Trust Me, You Don’t Want The Fairytale

[Verse 1]
He said, “Hey bro, I’m comin’, save me a bed”
Couple cold beers and a long talk ahead
Stayed up ‘til four just shootin’ the breeze
Like old times, felt like family to me

Then y’all rolled back in for the Fourth of July
Fireworks lit, but she never met my eye
Got the silent treatment and a side of cold
Guess I’m the villain in a story she wrote

[Chorus]
But it ain’t my fault she don’t like me
Ain’t my house that’s feelin’ icy
I opened my door, yeah I played it right
She’s throwin’ shade, but I sleep fine at night
I ain’t gonna beg, ain’t gonna fake it
If there’s a problem, she can say it
He said “Sorry,” but I ain’t the crime
If love’s a war, I’m just caught in the line

[Verse 2]
She walks in like I burned the toast
Like bein’ myself was a little too close
He just shrugs, says “Man, she’s like that”
Guess I’m wearin' her grudge like a welcome mat

You can keep your whispers and your sideways looks
I don’t need drama where the fishin’ hooks
If bein’ real’s what rubbed her wrong
Then go on, girl—write your breakup song

[Chorus]
But it ain’t my fault she don’t like me
Ain’t my heart that’s actin' dicey
I gave y’all a place and a damn good time
She gave me the glare and the quiet decline
I ain’t gonna chase what don’t wanna stay
If somethin’ broke, it broke her way
He said “Sorry,” but I ain't to blame
Some folks throw fire, then dodge the flame

[Bridge]
Let me guess—it’s somethin’ I said?
Or maybe the way I live in her head
Free rent’s cool, but I charge for peace
And her cold war ain’t hurtin’ me

[Final Chorus]
It ain’t my fault she don’t like me
I ain’t losin' sleep nightly
I stood my ground with an open hand
She built a wall I don’t understand
So here’s to the ones who stay real true
And the ones who smile but are see-through
He said “Sorry,” and that’s just fine—
But tell her next time: that guilt ain’t mine

That Guilt Ain't Mine



I sit beneath the quiet sky...
Wondering where we go when we say goodbye...
The stars don’t answer, the wind just sighs...
But her eyes...
they tell no lies...


I don’t know what happens after life...
But I think my dog does, she looks at me twice...
Like she's seen the place where the rivers shine...
Running through the fields on the other side...
Yeah, I don’t know what happens after life...
But I think my dog does...


When she dreams, her paws start to run...
Chasing something under a golden sun...
Maybe she’s been there... maybe she’s just free...
Carrying secrets she can’t tell me...


I don’t know what happens after life...
But I think my dog does, she looks at me twice...
Like she’s seen the place where the rivers shine...
Running through the fields on the other side.
Yeah, I don’t know what happens after life..
But I think my dog does...



If heaven’s a meadow with endless play...
She’ll be the first to show me the way...
Tail wagging, no fear in her eyes...
She already knows there’s no last goodbye...


I don’t know what happens after life...
But I think my dog does she looks at me twice...
Like she’s saving a place in the quiet night...
Where the stars all gather and the hearts take flight...
Yeah, I don’t know what happens after life...
But I think my dog does...


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From the haunted backroads of redemption to the fiery chaos of meth-lab miracles, “Hellbent & Holy” is a genre-splittin’, soul-rippin’ country storm.

13 hard-hittin’ tracks dripping in moonshine, broken hearts, rusty pickups, and righteous fury. This album walks the line between God and the Devil — with a shotgun in hand and two wild hearts in the truck bed.

Produced with grit, sung with blood, and driven by pure outlaw energy.

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HILLBILLY recorded Live at Old Town Pocatello Revive@5 outdoor Concert Summer Events by DeWayne McCarty THUNDERSPUD SOUND.
HILLBILLY BAND
Bob Hughes - Guitar, Vocals
Jeff Hammer - Drums, Vocals
Boyd Bassett (Shuell) - Bass, Keys, Vocals

Insane -acoustic (Revisited)

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