"Q" ist ein emotionaler Pop-Rock-Song über die tiefe Verbindung zwischen Mensch und Tier. Er erzählt die wahre Geschichte eines besonderen Hundes, der nach schwerer Geburt ins Leben zurückgeholt wurde und seinem Besitzer half, aus einer dunklen Phase herauszufinden. Mit einer rauen, warmen Stimme und organischen, kraftvollen Instrumenten fängt der Song die Themen Dankbarkeit, Hoffnung und bedingungslose Liebe ein. Eine Hymne auf das zweite Leben – und auf jene, die uns retten, wenn wir sie am meisten brauchen.

another goofing around thing but still lteaching myself to convert files/audio and post it to SoundCloud... (this was recorded/played online: Mon June 2nd, 2025 at around 10-11pm and the guitar keeps slipping out of tune but hey its an ode to home improvements and building chicken coops
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Friend Of The Devil(cool uncle who gives you beer/chicken coop version)

more goofing around with cover songs...so still using the Dewey Cox photo (Mon June 2nd, 2025 at around 10-11pm)

Moving Out(Anthony’s Song...Chicken Coop Redux)

This song is about feeling like you don’t quite fit in. But there’s always someone out there feeling the same way someone just like you, waiting to connect waiting to find you )

OUTSIDE

Short little doohickey while I work on part IV of this project 

The Long, Cold Night

81 bpm - steel strung guitar , acoustic bass and vocal

to Feel

60 bpm - nylon strung guitar , slide guitar and vocal

Enchant Me

In the In Between \\ villain's story was captured fully in the moment, this track breathes ‘90s nostalgia with raw energy and honest storytelling. Sara Khula’s resonator guitar riffs flow freely as Natalie Rae channels lyrics and melodies live, weaving a gritty and soulful tale from the shadows.



In the In Between

This is our acoustic cover of sweet child of mine performed live 

Sweet child of mine - enchanted lovers

someone just like u

Thought the years would grind me down, leave me on the floor
Mistakes stacked high like dust behind the door
Every scar a story, every bruise a spark
A stubborn heart still shining in the dark

Time took shots, tried to steal my name
But I’ve still got fight in these veins

Stand me up—don’t let me fade away
Stand me up—help me find my way
Every fall, every cry, every tear I’ve shed
I’m still alive—stand me up instead

Years of doubt tried to cage my soul
But I’ve walked through storms I couldn’t control
Found my voice in lessons wrapped in pain
Rising up like thunder after rain

Time took shots, tried to steal my name
But I’ve still got fight in these veins

Stand me up—don’t let me fade away
Stand me up—help me find my way
Every fall, every cry, every tear I’ve shed
I’m still alive—stand me up instead

Every wrong I’ve made
Every vow I’ve failed
Every night I prayed
Just to tip the scale
Stand me up…
Stand me up…

Stand me up—don’t let me fade away
Stand me up—help me find my way
Every fall, every cry, every tear I’ve shed
I’m still alive—stand me up instead

Stand Me Up

Woke up wearing someone else’s frame.
My name was in it…
but it didn’t fit.
The mirror didn’t crack.
Still…
it hit.

Every breath drags
like a rusted chain.
Joints grind slow—
bone to brain.
Can’t show it.
Can’t name it.
Can’t trace where it starts…
but it ends
in everything.

Everything hurts—
but nothing’s broken.
No bruise to explain
the words left unspoken.
I move through the fire
like it ain’t mine…
Still wear the pain
like a second spine.

Used to heal fast.
Now I stall in place.
Used to hold weight—
now it holds my face.
The nights scream quiet,
the mornings accuse.
Even God looks tired
when I light the fuse.

Everything hurts—
but nothing’s broken.
No limp, no cast,
just heat unspoken.
Still lift the mask,
still fake the climb…
Still say I’m fine—
but I know I’m lyin’.

Ever scream and nothing moves?
Ever feel your hands…
but lose the use?
That’s the quiet hell
that wears my name.
Can’t scream it loud—
can’t shake the shame.

Everything hurts—
but nothing’s broken.
Pain with no shape,
hope left half-spoken.
I drag this weight,
still keep the form…
The body stays
but the soul feels worn.

Still walking.
Still aching.
Still ain’t done yet.
Still here.


Everything Hurts, Nothing's Broken

Keep the receipt.
Keep the ring.
Keep the house and the goddamn dishes.
I paid what mattered.
And I paid it in full.

First of the month, hit send like clockwork.
My name in bold, the rest in red.
Court calls it duty—
I call it what’s left
of the promises I meant
when I said what I said.

Diapers, shoes, field trip forms,
Christmas lists and braces due.
You don’t see me in the pictures,
but you see what I do.

I paid in time, I paid in truth,
I paid in nights I gave to you.
I paid with pride, I paid through pain,
and I never missed a due date.
Don’t need a thank you, don’t need a name—
just know my love ain’t overdue.
Call it child support if you want…
I call it paid in full.

Left my heart in the backseat,
right behind a booster chair.
Watched ‘em wave through tinted glass
while you stood there
with that look
like I was late to being a man.

But I showed up—
every check, every week.
They don’t need to see the receipt.
They’ll feel it
when the shoes fit.

I paid in time, I paid in truth,
I paid in nights I gave to you.
I paid with pride, I paid through pain,
and I never missed a due date.
Don’t need a thank you, don’t need a name—
just know my love ain’t overdue.
Call it child support if you want…
I call it paid in full.

They won’t see the bank app.
Won’t hear the calls I didn’t make.
But one day they’ll know—
I showed up
even when I couldn’t stay.

I paid in time, I paid in truth,
I paid in nights I gave to you.
I paid with pride, I paid through pain,
and I never missed a due date.
Don’t need a thank you, don’t need a name—
just know my love ain’t overdue.
Call it child support if you want…
I call it paid in full.

Never missed a due date.
Never missed a chance to love you.
I call it paid in full.


Paid in Full

There’s dust on the boots I couldn’t fill
Scars on my knuckles from the life I tried to kill
Mirror shows a man who almost disappeared
But steel in my spine says the mission’s clear

Days I lost, nights I bled
Voices saying I should just play dead

I’m not gone—I’m reloading
Mind’s reset, heart’s exploding
Past can burn, bridges foldin’
This ain’t the end—I’m reloading

Carved a grave in every wasted year
Buried my purpose under doubt and fear
But discipline’s the hammer breaking rusted chains
Tomorrow’s target’s mine—I’ll take the reins

Days I lost, nights I bled
Voices saying I should just play dead

I’m not gone—I’m reloading
Mind’s reset, heart’s exploding
Past can burn, bridges foldin’
This ain’t the end—I’m reloading

Reload the discipline
Reload the mind
Reload the love I almost left behind
Reload the mission
Reload the plan
Reload the man I know I still am

I’m not gone—I’m reloading
Mind’s reset, heart’s exploding
Past can burn, bridges foldin’
This ain’t the end—I’m reloading


Reloading

Born in San Antone, back in a hot May
Raised in the Valley, dust storms and hay
Mom held the house down, Dad drifted through—
one gave it all, one barely stood… but both raised me Texas built.

Made in Texas—just tryin’ to be a good man in this here world
Raisin’ kids, payin’ dues, fightin’ battles most won’t ever know
Standin’ tall when the hurt runs deep—doin’ all I can
Scars and grit, heart and hands—that’s the fight in the blood of a Texas man

Moved to Corpus, new wife, new life, a baby too soon
Singing “You’ll Be In My Heart”, like you still are.
She drifted off, found someone new, walked out… took our baby too.
Staring at a pack of smokes I never touched—still Texas built.

Made in Texas—just tryin’ to be a good man in this here world
Raisin’ kids, payin’ dues, fightin’ battles most won’t ever know
Standin’ tall when the hurt runs deep—doin’ all I can
Scars and grit, heart and hands—that’s the fight in the blood of a Texas man

Ten years in the Navy, storms and steel
Eighteen years married, four kids in my world
But I broke what we had, carry the shame
Learned fatherhood’s the best, even with my name… still Texas built.

Made in Texas—just tryin’ to be a good man in this here world
Raisin’ kids, payin’ dues, fightin’ battles most won’t ever know
Standin’ tall when the hurt runs deep—doin’ all I can
Scars and grit, heart and hands—that’s the fight in the blood of a Texas man

Now I’m in Dallas, house quiet every night
The kids are grown and gone, out living their own lives
So I’m looking in the mirror, fixing what time’s tried to kill—
it ain’t easy starting over… but I’m still Texas built.

Made in Texas—just tryin’ to be a good man in this here world
Raisin’ kids, payin’ dues, fightin’ battles most won’t ever know
Standin’ tall when the hurt runs deep—doin’ all I can
Scars and grit, heart and hands—that’s the fight in the blood of a Texas man

That’s the blood, the bone, the stand
That’s the fight in a Texas man…
That’s the blood, the bone, the stand
That’s the fight in a Texas man…

Texas Built

I’ve worn regret like an anchor at sea
Drowning in memories that won’t set me free
Chased every shadow of who I used to be
But silence whispers: forgive what’s in me

Let it go… forgive… let it go… forgive…

Mirror cracks reflecting every wrong
Nightmares screaming in an endless song
Hands still trembling from what I’ve done
But dawn reminds me healing’s never gone

Breathe again… forgive… breathe again… forgive…

Forgive the voice that told you lies
Forgive the fear behind your eyes
Forgive the man who lost his way
Forgive yourself—live another day

Release… forgive… release… forgive…

Can’t erase the echoes of my past
But every heartbeat says I’m not the last
To learn forgiveness starts inside
To breathe again, to lift my eyes

Forgiven… forgiven… forgiven…

Wash the sins, release the blame
Shatter chains of guilt and shame

Forgiven—every scar I own
Forgiven—I am not alone
Forgiven—this I say to me
Forgiven—I can finally be free


Forgiven

Colorado, you’ve been on my mind tonight
Can’t shake the way your eyes outshined the starlit sky
Life pulled us apart, but you’re still my truth
I’ve walked a thousand miles, but they all lead back to you

Colorado, do you remember the plans we made?
Talking ‘bout forever as the world slipped away
I’ve kept those nights tucked close through every year
Your name’s the quiet prayer I whisper clear

Colorado, you’re the love I can’t outrun
Every sunrise tells me you’re the only one
If your heart’s still open, I swear mine is too
Colorado, I’ll spend my life coming home to you

Colorado, I’ve tried to find someone new
But no one sees me like you always do
I’ve built up a life, but it don’t feel right
Without your love waiting in those mountain nights

Colorado, you’re the love I can’t outrun
Every sunrise tells me you’re the only one
If your heart’s still open, I swear mine is too
Colorado, I’ll spend my life coming home to you

Colorado, if you still believe in me
Know my heart’s been yours endlessly
I’ll find my way through every storm and trial
To the place I see your smile

Colorado, you’re the love I can’t outrun
Every sunrise tells me you’re the only one
If your heart’s still open, I swear mine is too
Colorado, I’ll spend my life coming home to you


Colorado

Something Loud (Acoustic) reimagines our most successful track with raw vulnerability. Stripped to guitar, voice, and cello, it lets the lyrics breathe and leans into the heart of the song—longing, connection, and feeling something real. It’s not a remake, but a reframing: a quiet rebellion for anyone who still feels deeply. Honest, unfiltered, and made for introspective alt-rock and acoustic playlists. For fans of stripped-down versions by Thrice, City & Colour, and The Dangerous Summer.

SOMETHING LOUD [ACOUSTIC]

This song is a catchy song for the summer about having a good time singing along with the song even though the song was written about nothing

Nothing

Hi everyone, I'm a guitarist from Manchester in th UK. Just on here for fun, but appreciate any comments on my tracks2,  idlove to follow u all back, but ive hit my follow limit now sorry

I hope you have time to listen to my tunes. Come say hi to me on twitter @paulgastall https://twitter.com/paulgastall

I am an old fashioned rocker, but mainly record acoustic cover of my favorite songs.



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21 year old aspiring solo musician, creating weird, groovy instrumentals 
Rock, Blues, Psychedelic, Folk
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Someday Tomorrow is an independent artist hailing from the UK. With  captivating melodies, energetic , and thought-provoking lyrics. Drawing inspiration from a wide range of influences, including classic rock, alternative, and post-punk revival, Someday Tomorrow creates a unique sound that resonates with audiences of all ages.
With powerful anthemic rock ballads to high-energy anthems, each track takes listeners on a sonic journey filled with raw emotion and irresistible hooks.
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Music for the beautifully messy parts in life.
Studio-based and friendship-fueled since 2023.
Formed in 2023, The Deader End is the studio-based project of Billy Thompson (songwriting/lyrics/guitar), Brandon Morrow (vocals), and Todd Andrew, (instrumentation/production/background vocals). Though spread across cities, the three friends stay connected to craft songs rooted in honesty, vulnerability, and volume.
Their sound blends dark tones, big hooks, and emotional storytelling—equal parts catharsis and connection, where melody meets melancholy and hope. 
Each song starts with a raw idea—something real, something felt—and gets shaped through a process built on trust, creativity, and longtime friendship. With Todd’s immersive production and Brandon’s distinctive voice, The Deader End delivers emotionally charged, high-impact songs like 'Numb,' 'Live Right Now,' and 'Something Loud.' Their newest release—a stripped-back acoustic version of 'Something Loud'—carries that same tradition of raw, no-frills songwriting.
The Deader End may never tour, but their passion is loud and clear: write good songs, record them with care, and share them with anyone who needs them.

I work with machines the way some people work with memory—shaping what’s already there, not to control it, but to understand it. The tools I use are made of code, but the intent behind them is completely human.

R.U.D.Y. began as a fictional band. A name I could hide behind. But over time, that fiction became the most honest expression I had. It stopped being a mask and started becoming a mirror—a place to reflect the moments we don’t have words for, the spaces between emotions that feel too raw or too distant to name.

I call what I do synthwrighting. Not because it sounds futuristic, but because it feels accurate. I don’t write songs—I uncover them. I collaborate with algorithms the way a sculptor chips away at stone. Sometimes the machine surprises me. Sometimes it just listens. But what emerges is always shaped by instinct, memory, and feeling.

These songs aren’t performances. They’re echoes. Sonic fragments of questions I don’t always know how to ask. I’m not here to offer answers or compete with noise—I’m here to slow things down enough that something deeper can be heard.

R.U.D.Y. is not a band. It’s not even really a name. It’s a signal. A reminder. Something you’re meant to feel before you understand.

And if you’re still listening, that means you're not done yet.

made a Soundcloud account a long time ago but here's another one with snippets of ideas and experiments

(the photo is a regular snapshot from a live show in Closter, NJ sometime around 1994/1995)

Till ist ein Künstler, der seine Geschichten nicht erzählt, sondern lebt. Seine Stimme – tief, rau, gebrochen – trägt die Spuren von Erfahrungen, die ihn geformt haben. In seinen Songs geht es um mehr als Musik: Es geht um das Unausgesprochene, um Schmerz, um Hoffnung und um die stille Kraft, die entsteht, wenn man lernt, mit sich selbst Frieden zu schließen.

Till singt über Depression, Heilung und den langen Weg dazwischen. Seine Texte sind klar und ungeschönt, voller kleiner Wahrheiten, die berühren, weil sie echt sind. Er braucht keine großen Worte, keine Effekte – nur eine Stimme, die atmet, lebt und jede Nuance spürbar macht.

In einer Welt, die oft von Perfektion und Lautstärke bestimmt wird, steht Till für das Gegenteil: für Echtheit, für Fehler, für den Mut, leise stark zu sein. Seine Musik ist ein Rückzugsort für alle, die wissen, dass Verletzlichkeit keine Schwäche ist, sondern Tiefe schafft.

In. a remote part of South Wales , quite near The Sea there is a wood .  If you fancy , take a wander , through streams , over dis-used fences ( be careful of the barbed wire ! ) .
Eventually I- - if you follow the footpath , you will reach a clearing . 
sitting inside a wooden dwelling is a lonely man , with his guitar . . .

New tracks tagged #Acousticrock