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Funeral

Track from the album "Devil In The Detail"
Back to my roots, Alt Country and Indie Americana with influences from Tom Waits to Mazzy Star.

Devil In The Detail

The Ballad Of Doc Holliday

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Smokey Bars

Dark Country - Soft Down On by Mando
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Dark Country - Comin' To Ya by Mando

Fool's Gold

Track from the ToneBoneMachine album "Rain In Death Valley".

Rain In Death Valley

Barbecue Blues

The Truth Unveiled

When the Devil Calls by Blues Saraceno mkrng remix. ⚡🏜️♠️

When The Devil Calls my phone rings DnB

Down in the bayou where the law don't go,
Where the gators grin and the cold winds blow,
I laid my wrath in a bed o’ mud,
Now it walks like a man with cypress blood.

That water runs black, and the sky turns red—
Don’t ask no questions when the preacher’s dead.
Ain’t no cross can save what the demons owe,
Don’t dig too deep where the stories grow.

She done kissed my neck with a blade in her boot,
Told me lies in lace and a silver tooth.
Took my heart, now I take what’s mine—
One by one 'til the stars don't shine.

That water runs black, and the sky turns red—
Don’t ask no questions when the preacher’s dead.
Ain’t no cross can save what the demons owe,
Don’t dig too deep where the stories grow.

Found that preacher by the sawgrass bend,
Prayin’ loud, tryin’ to buy his end.
But the swamp don't bargain, and neither do I—
He screamed “Lord save me!” while the owls flew by.

That water runs black, and the sky turns red—
Don’t ask no questions when the preacher’s dead.
Ain’t no cross can save what the demons owe,
Don’t dig too deep where the stories grow.

So if ya hear a moan from the cypress shade,
Don’t follow that sound—don't test that blade.
Cuz the roots run deep where the blood once fell,
And the swamp keeps secrets better’n hell.


Cypress Blood

I dug a grave for my better self,
Next to daddy’s truck and mama’s help,
The preacher said I’m heaven-bound—
But hell still owes me rent in town.

Midnight don’t mean nothin’ 'til your lies start cryin’,
Whiskey tells the truth but keeps on lyin’.
I married the silence just to hear her scream,
Truth's just a dare in a dead man’s dream.

I shot my past in a rearview prayer,
Then blamed the smoke on the county fair.
God’s in the mirror with a crooked grin—
Said, “Son, confess what you never did.”

Midnight don’t mean nothin’ 'til your sins start singin’,
Shame wears lace and my ears keep ringin’.
I not kissed the devil ‘cause the angels fled,
But I still wear black when I make my bed.

So I walk backwards through tomorrow’s mud,
Hidin’ clean hands in a stranger’s blood.
Heaven’s full—so I’ll wait outside,
Whistlin’ secrets that never died.

Midnight don’t Mean Nothin’

Way out yonder where the tall grass rolls,
'Neath the shadow of the big sky’s soul,
Gathered braves with painted pride,
‘Fore the thunder of the white man’s ride.

In a circle 'round the sacred flame,
Danced the Lakota, callin’ names—
Of spirits, winds, and buffalo cry,
While eagles watched from the burnin’ sky.

Raise that cry to the Great Spirit’s hand,
Bleed the earth, feel the fire, understand—
That the stars been whisperin’ a deadly plan,
Comin’ down like judgment on this land.
Before the dust kicks up and the rifles roar,
Let the Sun Dance shake the earth once more.

Old Crazy Horse stood still as stone,
Saw a vision he dared not own.
In the smoke, a river red as wine,
And a man in blue crossin’ a blood-drawn line.

Sittin’ Bull with eyes gone deep,
Dreamt of soldiers layin’ in heaps,
Like grass in summer’s wicked drought,
And the drums just beat that promise out.

Raise that cry to the Great Spirit’s hand,
Bleed the earth, feel the fire, understand—
That the stars been whisperin’ a deadly plan,
Comin’ down like judgment on this land.
Before the dust kicks up and the rifles roar,
Let the Sun Dance shake the earth once more.

Oh Custer rode with that golden hair,
Swagger full and a thousand-yard stare.
But no cavalry horn, no sabre shine,
Can outrun the fate writ in the pines.

Under cotton clouds and God's own dome,
Those plains became a spirit's home.
And when the sun rose the next day bright,
There was silence where once was fight.

So raise that cry to the Great Spirit’s hand,
Bleed the earth, feel the fire, understand—
That the stars done whispered their final stand,
For the pride of a people and the soul of the land.
Before the dust kicked up and the rifles roared,
They danced for truth, for life, and more.

Yeah, they danced 'neath the sun with fire in their veins,
While the winds foretold Custer’s last campaign...

Sun Dance

At ten, Jani Kaunis watched a man limp down a hill, swearing softly, yet steady enough to reach the phone booth and call SOS, the bloodied axe still jutting from his leg. No one panicked. No one strayed from protocol. But the bloodstain lingered in the grass for weeks — thick, sticky, and oozing, circled by the flies and the magpies.

That memory is the basis of Tyhjä Pullo, a cinematic, galloping singalong with a cutthroat twang. Released in collaboration with DigiNorth and Kunnon Musiikki Levy-Yhtiö.

Tyhjä Pullo

The pine trees whispered low last night,
Where the eagle took her flight,
Over hills so black, so deep and wide,
Where the spirits used to hide.
Gold was found and the word got loose,
Men came runnin’ with their news
Guns and picks, dreams in hand,
To tear the heart from Lakota land.

Oh Black Hills, cry your tears,
For the blood and the broken years.
What was sacred, now lies still—
Dreams got buried in them hills.
There’s gold in the ground, 
but the cost was steep,
And the mountains never sleep.
They remember every name,
Every soul that died in vain.

Buffalo ran, then disappeared,
Quiet plains now filled with fear.
The rivers ran dark with mud and grief,
While miners prayed to a god called “rich.”
Campfires burned where the stars should shine,
Whiskey, greed, and a pickaxe line.
They came for gold, but they dug up bones—
Left behind a land of stones.

Oh Black Hills, cry your tears,
For the blood and the broken years.
What was sacred, now lies still—
Dreams got buried in them hills.
There’s gold in the ground, 
but the cost was steep,
And the mountains never sleep.
They remember every name,
Every soul that died in vain.

Now the wind still moans through them trees,
Carryin’ ghosts on a mournin’ breeze.
You can hear ‘em sing if you listen right,
Under the stars in the pale moonlight.

Soldiers marched and promises broke,
Treaties turned to guns and smoke.
The Lakota cried, the miners cheered,
But heaven closed its eyes in fear.

Children played where the grass once grew,
Now there’s nothin’ but dust and dew.
Old elk trails turned into tracks,
Where wagon wheels won’t turn back.
Gold can blind a poor man’s soul,
Make a heaven feel ice cold.
But no rich man ever stayed—
Just took his shine and walked away.

Oh Black Hills, cry your tears,
For the blood and the broken years.
What was sacred, now lies still—
Dreams got buried in them hills.
You can take the gold, take the land,
But you’ll never own what you don’t understand.
The Black Hills ain’t forgot,
They remember all we lost.

Black Hills Doom

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