Hobbit Island is a rousing a cappella sea chanty inspired by the discovery of ancient stone tools in Sulawesi, suggesting that mysterious extinct humans—possibly Homo erectus or their kin—crossed deep waters long before modern records began. Featuring a chorus of male voices, foot stomping on wooden boards, and rhythmic hand clapping recorded in a barn for natural resonance, the track brings to life the boldness of early seafarers and the silence they left behind.  If you like it and want to own a copy, purchase and download it:

https://adamsweet.bandcamp.com/track/hobbit-island

Hobbit Island

“Spruce Hill” is a folk tune celebrating Westhampton’s effort to protect 800 acres of forest, in partnership with Kestrel Land Trust and Hilltown Land Trust. With verses about spruce-covered hills, Rice Brook’s coldwater flow, and trails for all to enjoy, it’s a sing-along tribute to clean air, clear water, and the community spirit that keeps wild places alive for future generations.

If you like it and would like to buy your own copy, download it here: https://adamsweet.bandcamp.com/track/spruce-hill

Spruce Hill

“Red Dust Rhapsody” is an ambient, cinematic journey inspired by news of Italy becoming SpaceX’s first Mars customer. Layering ethereal melodies, rhythmic pulses, and a blend of electronic and organic textures, the track evokes the vast, alien landscapes of the Red Planet and the solitary awe of exploration. Its verses trace the inner dialogue of a lone traveler under a pale Martian sun, while the chorus drives home the unshakable presence of red dust—on boots, in the soul, and in the truth of the mission.

Red Dust Rhapsody

Inspired by a new law signed by Governor Kelly Ayotte, this bluegrass tune tells the cautionary tale of wrong-way drunken driving in New Hampshire. From hefty fines and jail time to breathalyzers in your car, “Wrong-Way Blues in the Granite State” lays out the penalties in a toe-tapping, banjo-free, fiddle-and-mandolin-driven romp. And in true New Hampshire fashion, the same bill also made the Virginia opossum the official state marsupial—thanks to some determined fifth graders. A mix of sharp-eyed commentary and back-porch humor, this song captures the Granite State’s unique blend of law and local color.

Wrong-Way Blues in the Granite State

A slow, celestial journey through deep space. Chrysalis Voyage drifts on lush, ambient pads that swell like nebulae, with shimmering synths casting starlight across a backdrop of swooping, galaxy-inspired arpeggios. A soft, pulsing rhythm mirrors the ship’s rotation, creating the sense of life sustained over centuries. Layered choral textures hum with the presence of countless generations aboard a multigenerational spacecraft, inspired by the proposed 400-year mission to Proxima Centauri. The music arcs between wonder and resolve, fading into a distant, hopeful drone—an echo of humanity’s dreams carried across the stars.

Chrysalis Voyage

An experiment.  An old melody (from High School), some notes from a trip to China and the talents of several colleagues

Dragon Dreams

🎶 Ireland called, and I wrote a song — where every note is wrapped in Kerry winds, heather-kissed hills, and firelit tales from old town halls. It’s a melody stitched with homesickness, clover-strewn echoes, and the misty magic of Ireland’s shores. Wherever I roam, my heart still dances on the emerald green. 🍀🇮🇪 #EmeraldIsle #IrishSoul #SongOfHome

Emerald Isle

I studied Latin for six years in high school. It’s more than a 'dead language'—it’s the living root of every modern Romance language, the voice of ancient wisdom, and the key to understanding how we speak, think, and express today. Latin teaches precision, beauty, and a deep connection to history. Glad I took the time to learn it

Sub Tegmine Silvae

🐻🎻   "Bear in My Yard" — banjo & fiddle frenzy, gritty vocals, hilarious bear chase story! 

[Verse]
There's a bear in my yard he's got my pie
Sniffin' the air with a glint in his eye
I holler out loud but he don't care
That's my dessert and he's takin' his share

[Chorus]
Oh run run he's comin' my way
Fur flyin' wild like a Saturday play
Climbin' the fence with a jar of my jam
A bear in my yard and I'm in a jam

[Verse 2]
He’s dancin' round like he owns the place
Fiddle in hand he’s keepin' the pace
Kicks up dirt with his big ol' feet
Eatin' my biscuits like a sneaky cheat

[Chorus]
Oh run run he's comin' my way
Fur flyin' wild like a Saturday play
Climbin' the fence with a jar of my jam
A bear in my yard and I'm in a jam

[Bridge]
I grab my banjo and pick real fast
Hoping that bear won’t make my food his last
He stops and stares like he's caught in a spell
Then he starts dancin' to the rhythm I tell

[Verse 3]
Now we're two-step dancin' under the moon
The bear's got moves he's hummin' a tune
Neighbors all gather to see the sight
Me and a bear havin' a hoedown tonight

Bear in My Yard

 Summer’s End is a bittersweet reflection on the turning of the seasons, where fading fireflies, quiet creeks, and twilight porch swings mark the close of warm, golden days. Rooted in imagery of rural life and Southern warmth, the song carries a gentle nostalgia—celebrating summer’s beauty while mourning its passing. With verses steeped in natural detail and a chorus that lingers like the last warm breeze, Summer’s End captures that tender moment between memory and change, when autumn’s first breath whispers through the fields.  Perfect for listeners who love heartfelt songwriting, acoustic textures, and songs that feel like a slow evening on the porch as the seasons shift.

Summer's End

Circle of the Proud

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