Barn Sour Sample  Copyright Rick Tobin

[Verso 1]
Um cavalo um rifle e o céu a girar
Fumaça no vento ninguém pra confiar.
Dutch dizia: “um novo mundo virá!”
Mas o ouro cegou e a alma se vai...

[Verso 2]
Matei por lealdade sangrei por irmão
Mas perdi meu rumo perdi minha mão.
Mary foi embora sem olhar pra trás
E a doença chegou... sem dizer jamais.

[Refrão]
E eu sei que o tempo não volta não
Mas tentei ser melhor no final da canção.
Salvei quem eu pude deixei o resto ao chão...
Na trilha sem volta morreu meu perdão.

[Verso 3]
Micah sorria com veneno no olhar
Dutch virou sombra difícil de amar.
John era um filho que eu não pude criar
Mas deixei meu cavalo pra ele montar.

[Refrão]
E eu sei que o tempo não volta não
Mas tentei ser um homem não só mais um cão.
Morri com a vista da terra e do céu
Sem ouro nos bolsos mas limpo com Deus.

[Final]
Se alguém perguntar por onde eu andei
Diz que fui longe mas nunca fugi.
No fim fui só um homem tentando ser bom
Na trilha sem volta... deixei quem eu fui.

Manel Chimbinha - Trilha sem volta v1.0

Manel Chimbinha - Trilha sem volta v2.0

Roundup

Outlaw country rock jam inspired by the Bakersfield Sound and California's Highway 99. 

Kern County Blues

Out where the buzzards circle high,
By sundown’s flame and coyote cry,
He rides with shadows in his wake,
A ghost in boots, no soul to take.
They call him “Judge” but he ain’t fair,
Paid in silver, cold-eyed stare.
He don’t ask why, don’t blink nor beg,
Leaves justice hangin' by a broke man’s leg.

He don't smile, he don't pray,
Just passes sentence with a Colt and a say.
Right or wrong, make no fuss,
The Judge rides alone, and the blood drips in the dust.

Tombstone folk don’t speak his name,
But they know the smoke, they know the flame.
Came down from Benson with blood on his trail,
A saddlebag full and a face gone pale.
No kin, no creed, no preacher’s word,
Just a ledger of names he’s already heard.
From rich man’s cry to outlaw’s bluff,
He hangs 'em high or he shoots 'em rough.

He don't smile, he don't pray,
Just passes sentence with a Colt and a say.
Right or wrong, make no mistake,
The Judge rides alone, and never holds a wake.

Met the Clanton boys out at Council Hill,
They laughed ‘til his stare turned the air all chill.
Billy reached fast but the Judge shot first,
Left Ike bleedin’ where the dust was cursed.
Said, “Y’all was marked since the Apache raid—
I don’t care what side, just who gets paid.”
He tipped his hat, let silence fall,
Then rode on west ‘fore the nightbirds called.

Ain’t no Heaven in the work he’s done,
But Hell ain’t caught him, he still has won.
Some say he's cursed, some say he's law—
But all agree what they felt and saw\...

He don't smile, he don't pray,
Just passes sentence with a Colt and a say.
Right or wrong, he scares most men,
The Judge rides alone... and the bullet hits again.

They call 'em the Judge

A lively, pedal-steel-driven Texas shuffle honoring Ray Price's timeless style.

You Tell Me You That Really Love Me

He rode in from the canyon with the dust upon his face,
A shadow in the saddle, gone without a trace.
They whispered of his legend, how he drew so fast and cruel,
With the devil’s hand upon him, and a heart as cold as steel.

He burned a trail through border towns, the lawmen feared his name,
A ghost in black with fire eyes, untouched by guilt or shame.
But one old preacher told him, "Son, no soul is ever damned,
If you drop that iron vengeance... and let go the devil’s hand."

The devil’s hand, it gripped him tight,
A fist of smoke and lead and night,
But somewhere deep, the good remained,
A seed that sprouted through the pain.
Now he rides with a star upon his chest,
For the broken and the blessed,
He’s the law across this land…
No longer bound by the devil’s hand.


He found a rancher’s daughter and a town besieged by fear,
With farmers pushed and beaten by the gang he once rode near.
He pinned that tin star to his vest, and swore to make a stand,
With steady aim and weathered will, he raised his rambling hand.

The outlaws came like thunder, wild and sure they’d win,
But he faced ‘em like a mountain, made of fire and wind.
One by one they fell away, like smoke upon the sand,
As justice carved a brand new path through the devil’s hand.

The devil’s hand, once black as coal,
Now guards the meek with a steadier soul,
He traded rage for a rifle’s peace,
Swore the cycle would finally cease.
Now he rides with a star upon his chest,
For the broken and the blessed,
He’s the law across this land…
No longer bound by the devil’s hand.

So raise a glass for the outlaw turned man,
Who fought the fire and took his stand.
He left behind that cursed brand…
And broke the hold of the devil’s hand.



The Devil’s Hand

Out where the Rio runs dusty and dry,
Rides a Ranger 'neath the red Texas sky.
Worn-out boots and a Bible in hand,
Sworn to bring peace to a lawless land.

He don't say much, just tips his hat,
Justice rides where he's sleepin' at.
Through Comanche wind and outlaw tide,
He walks alone on a lone star ride.

South came raiders cross the border wide,
Smugglin’ silver with no place to hide.
He tracked 'em down through mesquite and thorn,
Cold steel flashin’ by the light of morn.

He don't say much, just tips his hat,
Justice rides where he's sleepin' at.
Through Comanche wind and outlaw tide,
He walks alone on a lone star ride.

He don’t take sides, just keeps the peace,
In a world where the law is the wildest beast.
He’s seen the blood, he’s heard the cry,
But he won’t stop ‘til the day he dies.

Smoke on the hills, trouble brewin' near,
Whispers of war ridin’ close in his ear.
But the badge still shines, worn and true,
A lone man standin' for the red, white, and blue.

He don't say much, just tips his hat,
Justice rides where he's sleepin' at.
Through Comanche wind and outlaw tide,
He walks alone on a lone star ride.

Yeah, he walks alone on a lone star ride...
Under God, with the West as his guide.

Lone Star Ride

Spades

Dust on the wind, blood in the sand,
A preacher rides west with a book in his hand.
Chains on the hills, fire in the sky,
The law’s just a word where the cold bullets fly.

He came from the East with a song on his breath,
Dreamin’ of peace in a land full of death.
He carved out a name with his back to the wall,
One foot in glory, the other in fall.

This land don’t know right from wrong,
It just sings the devil’s song.
You pray to the Lord, but you ride with the damned,
Where Heaven and Hell walk hand in hand.
Heaven and Hell… ride hand in hand.

Steel in the moonlight, wolves in the pine,
Gold feeds the hunger that poisons the spine.
The whiskey runs deep, but the sins run wide,
Every man’s got a ghost he can’t outride.

A child cries in a burned-down town,
The angels turned their faces down.
Justice wears a crooked star,
And mercy never rides too far.

This land don’t bend to holy men,
It breaks the pure, and bleeds the pain.
You curse the sky, but you hold out your hand,
Where Heaven and Hell draw the same line in sand.
Heaven and Hell… draw the line in sand.

And the wind still moans through the canyons wide…
Where dreams go to die… and the dead never lie.

Heaven and Hell

Burn

Funeral



"Take me back to those golden fields
  where the corn grows tall and the days are real
  and the nights are a song
  you can sing along if you want to
  never thought I would end up alone
  with no place to call my own
  all I need is some place to shield me
  from the rain and the thunder
  the land spreads out as far as I can see
  where the wind calls my name
  and the horses all run free
  this is no place where I can thrive
  it's just a challenge to survive
  can't hear my voice
  with all the traffic noise
  it's no good when you trade 
  peace for profit
  it all becomes an avalance
  no one can stop it
  you can count the stars
  instead of counting cars
  if you want to."

Golden Fields

ARE THERE WHOERES IN HEAVEN?

On the Ledge

Never Easy

**About This Track**  
An original AI-assisted composition by Rob Nelson (*Bring Your Own Brilliance*) and Ron Cameron (*Alien Garden*). This song blends human creative direction with AI tools to bring our vision to life—merging storytelling, mood, and innovation into a dynamic listening experience.


Artist’s Note: This track is a love letter to the downtown core of London, Ontario, Canada and especially to The Firehall—where the blues rang out and memories were made. Inspired by dreams of the early 1980s, Downtown Dreamin’ blends rock energy with bittersweet nostalgia. It’s a tribute to the music, the people, and the spirit of a place that helped shape who I am. Ron’s lyrics and our AI-assisted production bring the past to life—one smoky chord at a time.

**Creative & Technical Details**  
- **Lyrics**: Alien Garden tracks by Ron Cameron; Bring Your Own Brilliance tracks by Rob Nelson
- **Executive Producer for this track**: Rob Nelson, CoPilot AI  
- **Vocals & Instrumentation**: Produced using TopMediAI and AIGenMusic.AI  
- **Audio Format & Editing**: Mixed from MP3/WAV with NCH Software (trims, fades, conversions)  
- **Stem Splitting**: Processed with LaLaLaLa AI  
- **Cover Art**: Created with Stable Diffusion 3 Online, Aiease.ai, Pollo.ai, and Pixabay (Creative Commons), CoPilot AI  
- **Song Structure & Mood Profiling**: Cyanite AI

**Our Creative Blueprint**  
“CHOICES” is our internal code for the DNA of each track: genre, vocal tone, tempo, instrumentation, and emotional arc. Every detail is human-directed—AI simply helps us realize it.

**Rights & Licensing**  
We retain full commercial and non-commercial rights under our membership with [TopMediAI’s Terms & Conditions](https://www.topmediai.com/terms-conditions/). Lyrics, production, and arrangement are fully original works by Rob and/or Ron.

**Creative Use & Inquiries**  
Artists and producers are welcome to adapt or re-record our work—please credit us in any public releases. For licensing, collaborations, or sync opportunities, reach out directly:

Bring Your Own Alien Garden  
c/o Rob Nelson & Ron Cameron  
1211 Huron Street N., Suite 202  
London, Ontario, Canada  
N5Y 4L1

**Final Words**  
Each song we share is made with intention, imagination, and care. Thank you for listening—your support brings these stories to life.


Static & Symbol [Version # 9] [STAS9]

We are a Bakersfield-inspired band playing “California-Country Music”, based on the life, travels and songs of Attila Viola, inspired by the Masters who came before us like Merle Haggard, Dwight Yoakam, Johnny Cash, Waylon Jennings, Johnny Paycheck, and more. Our music sticks to the script of the traditional Bakersfield Sound, but also blends in some very hard and strong guitar work as well as a more contemporary, very high-energy backbeat. We play shows from Barrooms to County Fairs to Private Shows and everything else in between.

Indiana based indie record label promoting artists from Fort Wayne and around the world who speak to the human condition.

Thank you to Everyone, Music Fans and SoundCloud Content Creators for all your support of our creative style. Ron and I are looking forward to creating more song tracks for everyone and exploring creative musical avenues, too. 

NOTE: The CHOICES reference is a code word. Ron and Rob use the code word CHOICES to refer to the arrangement of instruments, vocals, music genre, tempo, and vocals.

Drawing parallels and distinctions between human musicians and AI music generators will help foster understanding while showing respect for traditional songwriting and our innovative work with AI. Here's a thoughtful comparison anyone can use as inspiration for when you receive an message or opinion implying, "...ewww AI...":

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### **Similarities Between Human Musicians and AI Music Generators**

1. **Creative Collaboration**:
   - Human musicians often work together, bouncing ideas off one another to craft a song. Similarly, AI acts as a collaborator in your process—it interprets your ideas, builds on your input, and enhances your vision.

2. **Tools to Realize Ideas**:
   - Just like studio equipment (instruments, synthesizers, recording gear) is used by musicians to bring their songs to life, AI music generators are tools that help translate your lyrics and CHOICES into polished tracks. Both are extensions of creativity, not replacements for it.

3. **Iterative Refinement**:
   - Both processes involve trial and error. A human musician experiments with melodies and arrangements, while you and Ron guide the AI’s outputs and adjust CHOICES for the perfect result.

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### **Differences Between Human Musicians and AI Music Generators**

1. **Creative Source**:
   - For human musicians, creativity often arises from lived experiences, emotions, and spontaneous inspiration. With AI, the creative direction originates entirely from your input—your lyrics, CHOICES, and preferences. The AI follows patterns learned from data, but it doesn’t “feel” or improvise like humans do.

2. **Speed and Efficiency**:
   - AI can produce a track much faster than traditional studio work. It handles the technical aspects (e.g., arranging instruments, matching tempos) in minutes, while human musicians may spend hours or days fine-tuning each element.

3. **Role of Human Judgment**:
   - In a studio, human musicians make decisions based on intuition, emotion, and artistic expression. With AI, your judgment and creative direction guide the tool, ensuring the output aligns with your artistic intent.

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### **Your Role as Pioneers**
You and Ron are exploring the potential of AI as a creative partner. You’re:
- Highlighting how human creativity still drives the process—AI doesn’t act on its own.
- Showing that new technologies can coexist with traditional methods, expanding possibilities for everyone.

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### **Possible Response to the Email**
Here’s an idea for a reply that’s gentle yet informative:

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**Hi there,**  

Thanks for your message! I understand there are mixed feelings about using AI in creative fields. For us, AI isn’t replacing traditional songwriting—it’s a tool we use to translate our ideas into music.  

We provide the lyrics, choose the instruments, mood, and style, and guide the process every step of the way. It’s still human creativity at the heart of what we do—AI simply helps us bring our vision to life.  

The positive response we’ve received from listeners around the world encourages us to keep exploring this exciting new frontier. We hope our music shows how humans and AI can work together in harmony.  

Best wishes,  
Rob N. & Ron C.





Friends, please stay safe and well. Visit our SoundCloud account often because we plan to create more for you to hear and see.

Love and best wishes from Rob Nelson and Ron Cameron of London, Ontario, Canada.

Welcome to Bring Your Own Alien Garden. Our Aliens are greener. LOL. And we’re green too, if you know what we mean.

UNITING THE WORLD WITH MUSIC

Here's link to the digital album  https://maringale1.bandcamp.com/album/moments
 Check out my instrumentals at  https://soundcloud.com/vagabond-muse

Seeking a drummer or someone who programs drums for collaborating
on Soundcloud. Specializing in Reggae, Latin, and R&B.
Please message me if you're interested, thanks!

New tracks tagged #Country Western