Melancholic and sentimental.  Cool Male singer, Relaxed, Warm, Reflective and Bittersweet. 
A Romantic, Cool, Retro, Ethereal and Luxurious Rock Pop tune with a Bouncy, Driving, Pulsing groove.
Sounds like Sonny & The Sunsets, Pearl Jam, ralph radio, Sourced, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Jake Huffman, Heaven the Dude x Fat Tony x De, mangoeswild, Sebadoh, Thirsty Curses 


SAY BYE BYE

🔥 Echoes on the Wind - Birth: A high-energy bluegrass anthem of longing, resilience, and devotion.

This track races through memories and open landscapes, blending rolling banjo rhythms, soaring fiddle melodies, and powerful harmonies into a celebration of love, distance, and the promise of return. Each refrain is an anthem of perseverance and connection, carried by voices that rise like the wind across the hills.

With a driving, foot-stomping energy, the song moves like a journey through time, its call-and-response melodies weaving together the echoes of the past and present. The harmonized duet tells a story of love and determination, capturing the timeless essence of bluegrass storytelling.

✨ Feel the rhythm. Chase the wind. Let the echoes call.

🎶 Part of the Eternal Echoes collection, this song belongs to the Birth phase—where the past meets the present in a dance of memory, resilience, and undying connection.

Echoes on the Wind - Birth Phase of Eternal Echoes

Melancholic and sentimental.  Cool Male singer, Relaxed, Warm, Reflective and Bittersweet. 
A Romantic, Cool, Retro, Ethereal and Luxurious Rock Pop tune with a Bouncy, Driving, Pulsing groove.
Sounds like Sonny & The Sunsets, Pearl Jam, ralph radio, Sourced, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Jake Huffman, Heaven the Dude x Fat Tony x De, mangoeswild, Sebadoh, Thirsty Curses

Under the faded glow of desert suns and distant stars, “Cadillac Lights” tells the story of a long drive across miles of memory, chrome, and hope. With warm analog textures, reverb-soaked slide guitars, and an aching vocal at its heart, the song captures the feeling of chasing something just out of reach - freedom, closure, or the love waiting on the other side of the highway.

Blending cinematic Americana with indie rock atmosphere, it moves like the road itself: steady, open, and restless. The verses breathe with quiet reflection; the choruses rise like dusk winds sweeping over empty fields. Every note carries the scent of leather seats, the sting of nostalgia, and the weight of everything unspoken.

For anyone who's ever driven toward something they couldn’t forget - or away from something they never stopped loving.

Cadillac Lights

🎵 Title: “Still Haunts Me”

[Verse 1]
Just mowin’ and thinkin’ ‘bout you
Dust in the air, sky’s that same shade of blue
I swore I’d forget, but I never do
Your scent still haunts me

[Verse 2]
Old tee shirt still hangin’ out back
One whiff of rain and I’m right where we cracked
The porch light flickers like it knows the past
Your scent still haunts me

[Chorus]
It’s in the wind, it’s in the wheat
It’s in the songs I skip on repeat
In the nights I lie and fake I’m fine
But I breathe you in every time
You’re gone, but you never left me
Your scent still haunts me

[Verse 3]
Tried bleach, tried prayers, tried smoke
Cut the grass low, but it still grows
Some ghosts don’t rattle, they just float
Your scent still haunts me

[Repeat Chorus]
It’s in the wind, it’s in the wheat
It’s in the songs I skip on repeat
In the nights I lie and fake I’m fine
But I breathe you in every time
You’re gone, but you never left me
Your scent still haunts me

[Outro]
Just mowin’ and thinkin’ ‘bout you
Still hurts like the first time I knew
You were leavin’… but not all of you
Your scent still haunts me
June 29, 2025 at 12:31 PM

Still Haunts Me (your scent)

Inspired by a local news article that introduced me to Courtney Gustafson’s story, later chronicled in her memoir, “Poets Square.” She cared for a colony of feral cats in Tucson during the pandemic. Her choice—to help others in the midst of her own crisis—became the emotional core of that journey.

This song tells that story from the outside looking in: a male narrator bearing witness to quiet acts of grace. With just an acoustic guitar and voice, it captures the resilience found in small, furry lives—and the woman who refused to let them fade away.

Thirty Cats

[Verse 1]
He said, “I need some time to think,”
Left his ring in the kitchen sink.
Took off fast couldnt wait to start
Left me standin’ with a broken heart.

Thought I’d fold, thought I’d stall—
But baby, I don’t break, I brawl.
Now he’s knockin’, wantin’ in…
But I ain’t that girl again.

[Chorus]
Sally’s back—paint shinin’ bright,
Got my hands on the wheel and my foot on life.
Ain’t waitin’ ‘round for a maybe man—
I’m redlined, baby, you're not my plan.
You want sweet? Nah,  I’m at the track.
You want the past?
Sally’s back.

[Verse 2]
Hair in the wind, five-oh growlin’,
Fox in a Foxbody, small town howlin’.
Shirt tied high, windows down—
She and that five-oh gonna tattoo this town.

You want soft? You had your shot.
She’s tuned up and runnin’ hot.
You walked off, I walked tall—
Now I’m drivin’ like I’ve lost it all.

[Chorus]
Sally’s back—paint shinin’ bright,
Got my hands on the wheel and my foot on life.
Ain’t waitin’ ‘round for a maybe man—
I’m redlined, baby, and I ain’t your plan.
You want sweet? Nah, I’m at the track.
You want the past?
Sally’s back.

[Bridge]
Don’t call, don’t try,
Don’t stand in the driveway cryin’ this time.
I ain’t mad—just finally free.
And this ol’ Mustangs runnin sweeeet.

[Final Chorus]
Sally’s back, she’s rollin’ proud,
Louder than the hurt, stronger than the doubt.
No rearview love, no turnin’ ‘round—
I own this road, I own this town.
You want reverse, I’m built for fast—
You lost your shot…
Sally’s back

Sally's Back

[Verse 1]
She said, “Go take some time, find what you need”
So I packed a bag and left her the key
Drove west with a tear and a heavy hand
Thought I’d come back a better man

But Salt Lake nights were cold and clear
And every mile just made her voice more near
I drank alone in motel gloom
While her silence echoed through the room

[Chorus]
I went to Salt Lake just to hear my heart break
And came on back to Oklahoma
It’s been a week just since I saw her face
Not sure that I wanna
No, not sure that I wanna

[Verse 2]
Red dirt roads don’t feel like home
Not when you’re walkin’ ‘em all alone
The dog still waits by the front screen door
Like she might pull up like before

Friends all say, “Man, give it time”
But some goodbyes just don’t unwind
I sleep some nights, but not too deep
She’s still the name I dream and keep

[Chorus ]
I went to Salt Lake just to hear my heart break
And came on back to Oklahoma
It’s been a week just since I saw her face
Not sure that I wanna
No, not sure that I wanna

[Outro]
Yeah… I went to Salt Lake...
Just to hear my heart break...
And now I ain’t sure I wanna feel okay...

Salt Lake

A ghost’s lament unfolds through aching acoustic tones. Crimson Memory (Unplugged) strips down to raw sorrow—haunted by centuries, cursed by memory, forever searching. Every lyric bleeds grief, every strum weeps what time forgot. It’s not just a song. It’s the ache we carry in silence.

Lyrics

in the haunted gallows of ages past  
i walked through fire through stones through glass  
with every night that fell a piece of me fades  
buried deep in forgotten graves  

reflections in rivers a ghost in the mist  
endless nights where sorrow persists  

the crimson memory burns so bright  
a cindered heart bound to the night  
ive lived a thousand lives yet none feel real  
bound by the hunger ill never heal  

every name every face fades into black  
lost to the tides no way back  
i search for pieces of what once was whole  
fragments scattered a restless soul  

the crimson memory burns so bright  
a cindered heart bound to the night  
each step i take leaves shadows behind  
bound to this curse of death entwined  

in every soul ive touched in every heart ive scarred  
theyre fragments of light forever marred  
lost in the mirror no truth to find  
the centuries pass leaving echoes behind  
the darkness calls a voice unknown  
but in its cold grasp i feel at home  

the crimson memory burns so bright  
a cindered heart bound to the night  
i walk alone through ages gone  
a ghostly soul forever drawn  
in the endless dark where silence keeps  
there lies the soul that will never sleep

"All rights to this track, including but not limited to composition, lyrics, and production, are owned by Cindered Heart. Unauthorized reproduction, distribution, or use of this track in any form (including remixing or licensing without permission) is prohibited. For licensing inquiries or collaborations, please contact cinderedheartpromo@gmail.com All rights reserved 2024-2025"


Crimson Memory - Unplugged

A raw acoustic confession wrapped in haunted harmonicas and ghostly strings. "Kill It All Away" strips every layer of survival down to the bone—a soul’s last cry to end the suffering, to let go of every betrayal and illusion before it devours what little light remains.

lyrics

so many things I’ve tried  
just to forget  
just how many times I’ve died  
been trying to understand  
the differences between  
what is real  
and what is all just a lie  
what is alive or not within me  
within me  

it’s slowly pushed its way inside  
and I’ve begged pleaded tried to hide  
just to try and kill away  
this pain I gripped so tight  
I’ve wished hoped left myself for dead  
but  
not this time  
but maybe this time  

so many things before  
I could never tell  
could not reveal just how personal  
I made this hell  
I made this hell  

yeah  

I believed in every friend  
in every connection  
but I’ve realized  
they only always end  

maybe love is not enough  

so many things I reached out to embrace  
shared everything I could  
even when I lost my way  
even knowing it all would slip away  

and oh how many times  
I’ve returned to this dark place  
this is the last time  
I will savor the taste  

before I kill it all away  
before I kill it all away  
yeah  

it’s slowly pushed its way inside  
and I’ve begged pleaded tried to hide  
just to try and kill away this pain  
I gripped so tight  

I’ve wished hoped left myself for dead  

but not this time  
not this time  
not this time  
but maybe this time  

"All rights to this track, including but not limited to composition, lyrics, and production, are owned by Cindered Heart. Unauthorized reproduction, distribution, or use of this track in any form (including remixing or licensing without permission) is prohibited. For licensing inquiries or collaborations, please contact cinderedheartpromo@gmail.com All rights reserved 2024-2025"

Kill It All Away - Unplugged

Cindered Heart is insurgent music. Industrial, bass-heavy hip-hop and Dubstep fused with metal’s bite and activist poetry’s venom. Every song is a call-to-arms against complacency. A soundtrack for people who feel the rot and want to burn it out.

 I know crazy right ?


Emerging from a decade in shadow, Cindered Heart returns not as a solo act, but as a rising coven of creators, collaborators, and conspirators. Together, they give blood to a new genre: VampTrap : a brutal collision of trap, metal, dubstep, and darkwave. With some other projects such as Folk and reggae. This is not music made for market trends. It’s a cinematic audio doctrine, where no church is sacred, no system safe, and no silence untainted by pulse.

At the center stands a one-man legion: Introducing Lesstatt ! Handling songwriting, vocals, production, sound design, visual direction, and final mastering. Using AI elements, Hard Synths, Drum machines, Electric Guitars, Dj Equipment, Samplers, ect. Each track is summoned in a single uninterrupted ritual, where melody bleeds into meaning, and distortion becomes declaration. But this vision is no longer alone. The world of Cindered Heart now expands through a handpicked circle of featured vocalists, visual architects, sound sculptors, and trusted allies. Each amplifying the message without ever muting its power.

With over 60 releases mostly for now on SoundCloud but also  global platforms, and with international coverage including radio play, interviews, and published features in six countries, Cindered Heart is not chasing popularity. They are spreading contagion.

This is not a trend.
This is rebellion carved in waveform, pain, and blood.

These tracks don’t just play, they summon.
Intros unfold like rituals.
Whispers cut like venom.
Breakdowns crumble like temples.
And every lyric doesn’t just rhyme ... They reign.

From Clock Stays Red to Tie That Binds, each release expands a mythos of vampiric power, divine corruption, systemic decay, and emotional survival. Cindered Heart doesn’t ask for attention. It corrupts gods, bends truth into beat patterns, and drapes beauty in barbed wire.

You don’t follow Cindered Heart to feel good.
You follow to remember what pain sounds like when it’s finally free.

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The music, lyrics, and creative works, references and elicit material featured on this profile are entirely fictional and are not based on or inspired by any real individuals, events, or entities. All content is a form of artistic expression. All meant to be interpreted as satire, storytelling, and stylized performance.

The artists do not condone, promote, or participate in any of the actions, ideologies, or cultural elements portrayed within the music. Listener discretion is advised.

Cindered Heart and all affiliated creators regard their work as art for expression, not endorsement. Nothing herein should be taken as a literal reflection of personal belief, behavior, or advocacy.

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Writer / Producer / Musician / Singer  From Greenwich Village NYC.
has made music with U2, BOB DYLAN,LUSCIOUS JACKSON, WILLIE NELSON, CHRIS WHITLEY,BRANDI, FAITH HILL, SALT N PEPA, ZIGGY MARLEY, EMMY LOU HARRIS, DIDO.

I’m JD Hodge — Oklahoma-born, red dirt-raised, and songwriting for over 30 years.

In 2024, I flatlined on an operating table. Cardiac arrest. Everything changed.

When I came back, the words came with me — like they’d been waiting their turn. Since then, the songs haven’t stopped. I write what’s real: struggle, hope, grit, and grace — stories meant to be felt.

You’ll hear pieces of my past, my people, and the kind of heartland truth you can’t fake. These songs aren’t just mine — they’re for anyone who’s fought through silence and still found a voice.

Retired • Lyricist • Country • Americana • Acoustic Soul
Oklahoma, USA

I’ve always lived at the crossroads of music and poetry — where feeling becomes form, and melody turns memory into meaning. Whether it’s a lingering jazz note, a well-placed rhyme, or a shift in tempo that tells a deeper story, I’m drawn to that quiet magic where art reflects life with a little more style.

My roots are in classic music — the kind that doesn’t chase the moment but lingers with you long after the last note. Over time, that love expanded into poetry writing and jazz — especially the kind that swings, speaks, and smirks all at once. Jazz, to me, isn’t just a genre; it’s a personality. A conversation. A little tilt of the head and a grin that knows more than it says.

When I set out to create an album, it’s rarely just a collection of songs. I approach it like a personal playlist — one that drifts and flows as if the entire tracklist were one long, uninterrupted piece. Each track leans into the next, shifting mood, pace, or voice, but always carrying the same thread of feeling. I want you to listen the way I do — not as a shuffle of moments, but as a cinematic arc. One breath that lasts an hour.

Lyrically, my work is rooted in lived experience. Sometimes it’s obvious. Other times it’s just the skeleton of a memory, dressed up in wit, irony, or longing. I draw from real-life events, then let the poet in me twist, stretch, or sweeten them to taste. Depending on the tone of the album — playful, romantic, nostalgic, or something in between — I try to keep the emotional truth intact while giving it a fresh coat of creativity. A little humor where it fits. A deeper dive where it hurts.

My newest jazz album continues this tradition — short-lined swing tracks, conversational duets, and tongue-in-cheek storytelling. It’s an homage to late-night alleyway ballads, rooftop serenades, and train station goodbyes — all bound together with a sense of charm and cohesion. Each song is its own little scene, but together they tell a story — one you can revisit with each replay.

Thanks for stopping by my profile. I hope you find something that earns a spot on your repeat-play list — a melody, a lyric, or a moment that feels like it was written just for you.

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