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A raw, bluesy confession of love lost and lessons learned—where regret isn’t a weakness, but the melody.

Songs of Regret

Love What You Can

Lyrics 

Running fast with the night in my veins
Every road I take feels the same
Whiskey burns but it keeps me alive
On borrowed time, just trying to survive


I’m living on borrowed time,
Every heartbeat’s on the line
I don’t know how long this road will wind
But I’m living, living on borrowed time


Cards are stacked and the dice never lie
I’ve been chasing storms under blood-red skies
Broken bones and a soul full of scars
Still I reach for the fire, still I aim for the stars


I’m living on borrowed time,
Every heartbeat’s on the line
I don’t know how long this road will wind
But I’m living, living on borrowed time


The clock keeps ticking, shadows fall
I hear the reaper, I hear the call
But I won’t go quiet, I won’t bow down
I’ll burn my name into this ground


I’m living on borrowed time,
Every heartbeat’s on the line
I don’t know how long this road will wind
But I’m living, living on borrowed time


Borrowed time… borrowed time
Living fast, leaving nothing behind


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My Ride or Die

To Work and to War by The Prismatics is a powerful, anthemic ballad that explores the dual burdens of labor and conflict that shape the human spirit. With its driving rhythm and lyrical grit, the song reflects the lives of men caught between the grind of daily toil and the call of battle — a cycle of sacrifice, endurance, and resilience.

The verses paint stark images of factories, fields, and battlefronts, where sweat, struggle, and silence forge both despair and hope. The chorus swells with a martial cadence, echoing the sound of fifes and drums, embodying the march of generations bound to labor and sacrifice. Yet beneath the weight of struggle lies a yearning for freedom, redemption, and a dream beyond the plow and the battlefield.

Blending raw storytelling with soaring refrains, To Work and to War is at once haunting and inspiring. It’s a song for dreamers and fighters alike — an ode to endurance, solidarity, and the relentless pursuit of meaning in the face of hardship.

To Work And To War

To Work and to War

Some say the world is built on rules

I Don’t Know

In Search of My Love

Halloween wasn’t store-bought in the 1960s, it was made from old clothes in the basement and a spark of imagination. A sheet became a ghost, Dad’s Navy uniform turned me into a sailor, and pillowcases grew heavy with candy as we walked block to block with friends and neighbors.

But toward the end of our street stood a house set back in the shadows, the one we all called the Witch House. The woman inside looked the part, and her crooked stare made us whisper and hurry past. That mix of excitement and fear gave Halloween its magic.

This song is a reflection of those nights, the laughter, the legends, and the spirit of Halloween that still lives on long after the trick-or-treat bags are gone.

[Verse 1]
We’d dig through the basement, bags of old clothes
A sheet for a ghost, dad’s Navy issued oaths
Didn’t buy ‘em in the store, we made ‘em our own
With a little bit of laughter, and a touch of the unknown

[Chorus]
Trick-or-treat, oh what a night
Porch lights glowing, laughter bright
Pillowcases dragging low
Through the streets we used to go

[Verse 2]
Neighbors and friends, side by side
House to house, together we'd glide
Candy enough to last all year
Every door brought us a little cheer

[Bridge ]
Toward the end of the block stood a house set back
Shadows lingered, the windows black
And the woman inside, with her crooked stare
Made us whisper and point, but we didn’t dare
Some said she cackled, some swore she’d fly
On Halloween night, we’d all walk by

[Chorus]
Trick-or-treat, hold your breath tight
The witch house watching in the night
One more step, don’t make a sound
Or she’ll chase you down this haunted ground

[Verse 3]
Now I live where the night is still
Country roads, no kids to thrill
But in my heart, the spirit stays
Of Halloween nights and childhood days

[Final Chorus]
Trick-or-treat, oh what a night
Porch lights glowing, laughter bright
Though no footsteps cross my floor
Halloween lives on forevermore

[Outro]
Halloween lives on
Forevermore

The Witch On Our Street

My New Album Delta Dusk & Soul will be releases on a streaming platforms November 6th. This is a sneak preview for SoundCloud only. Let me know what is your most memorable song!

Lone Road Home

Delta Crossroads

AI Preacher Blues

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Ain't My Problem - Cain Walker

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Stephen Ryder is a country artist with a storyteller’s heart, weaving real-life experiences into heartfelt, powerful songs. His music blends traditional country with modern influences, creating songs that speak to love, life, and the journey in between. 

With a growing catalog of music, Stephen continues to share songs that resonate with listeners, whether it’s a heartfelt ballad, a foot-stomping anthem, or a reflective tune about life’s unexpected roads. His dedication to authenticity and storytelling makes his music a perfect fit for country radio and beyond. Follow me on Spotify!  

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