Last call at sunrise: a wrecking ball meets whiskey‑soaked guitars—turn it up!

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[Verse 1]
Neon’s coughin’ like a hard-luck hymn,
Dust on the jukebox hums along.
County’s got a wrecking crew rollin’ in—
Come sunrise this dive’ll be long gone.
I tip my hat to the warped-oak stage,
Raise one glass to the ghost of grace;
Tonight I dance with every borrowed minute
Before the law lays steel to this place.
[Chorus]
Time’s a switchblade—snaps and shines,
Cuts a clean line through your favorite song.
Every tick is a train that won’t rewind;
Ride or you get dragged along.
I’ll drink the last note the Rusty Spur will ever pour,
’Cause forever’s just a word on a busted saloon door.
[Verse 2]
Bar-top’s carved in outlaw lore—
Hearts, bets, names that never stayed.
Boot-heel sparks on the sawdust floor,
Love fought quick and lost or made.
They’ll pave these memories over in chrome,
Turn rhythm and smoke to condos and phones;
But till sunrise cuts through the cracked-tin roof,
I’m spillin’ my soul on these broken bones.
[Chorus]
Time’s a switchblade—snaps and shines,
Cuts a clean line through your favorite song.
Every tick is a train that won’t rewind;
Ride or you get dragged along.
I’ll drink the last note the Rusty Spur will ever pour,
’Cause forever’s just a word on a busted saloon door.

Bulldozers at Breakfast

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A fragile confession from within the fog.
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[Verse 1
Been schooled by the black-top, taught by the dust,
Slept in the shadow of a diesel’s rust.
Thought I’d mastered the chapters of heartache and burn—
Turns out the hardest page is still waitin’ its turn.

Chorus
‘Cause every mile draws a line I ain’t crossed,
Every truth leaves another coin tossed.
Yeah, the more I ride, the more I learn
There’s always one more curve, one more bridge to burn.

Verse 2
I’ve bartered with barrooms, lied to the law,
Carved my confession in a tooth-marked drawl.
But the mirror keeps whisperin’, son, you ain’t through—
There’s a brand-new lesson hidin’ in the powder-keg blue.

Chorus
‘Cause every mile draws a line I ain’t crossed,
Every truth leaves another coin tossed.
Yeah, the more I ride, the more I learn
There’s always one more curve, one more bridge to burn.

Bridge
So light me a lantern of whiskey and sin,
Let the sparks spell the sermons I carry within.
If wisdom’s a bullet, I’m spinnin’ the drum—
Click after click till the final round comes.

Chorus
‘Cause every mile draws a line I ain’t crossed,
Every truth leaves another coin tossed.
Yeah, the more I ride, the more I learn
There’s always one more curve, one more bridge to burn.Verse 1
Been schooled by the black-top, taught by the dust,
Slept in the shadow of a diesel’s rust.
Thought I’d mastered the chapters of heartache and burn—
Turns out the hardest page is still waitin’ its turn.

Chorus
‘Cause every mile draws a line I ain’t crossed,
Every truth leaves another coin tossed.
Yeah, the more I ride, the more I learn
There’s always one more curve, one more bridge to burn.

Verse 2
I’ve bartered with barrooms, lied to the law,
Carved my confession in a tooth-marked drawl.
But the mirror keeps whisperin’, son, you ain’t through—
There’s a brand-new lesson hidin’ in the powder-keg blue.

Chorus
‘Cause every mile draws a line I ain’t crossed,
Every truth leaves another coin tossed.
Yeah, the more I ride, the more I learn
There’s always one more curve, one more bridge to burn.

Bridge
So light me a lantern of whiskey and sin,
Let the sparks spell the sermons I carry within.
If wisdom’s a bullet, I’m spinnin’ the drum—
Click after click till the final round comes.

Chorus
‘Cause every mile draws a line I ain’t crossed,
Every truth leaves another coin tossed.
Yeah, the more I ride, the more I learn
There’s always one more curve, one more bridge to burn.

One More Curve Ahead

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Weekend Highs is a soulful Southern rock anthem that captures the thrill of Friday nights, smoky bars, and neon-lit memories. With raspy female vocals, fiddle flourishes, and a confident acoustic groove, Lori DeAnn paints a vivid portrait of youthful freedom, flirtation, and the stories that still burn in her mind. Blending alt-country swagger with emotional depth, this track is a celebration of bold energy, unforgettable weekends, and the rhythm of a woman who’s lived, loved, and let go.

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Rock n roll has been a fun ride but for now county is calling the soul once again. You can easily navigate genres in the Playlist section.

Strumming their way through heartbreak, hilarity, and highway hijinks, The Artificial Home Wreckers are a country rock band like no other. Born from a chance encounter at a roadside diner with a broken jukebox, these renegades of rhythm specialize in songs that sound like a wild Friday night and feel like a hungover Saturday morning.

Their music is a cocktail of twangy guitars, foot-stomping beats, and lyrics that toe the line between tragic and downright ridiculous. From ballads about exes who "borrowed" their truck (and forgot to return it) to anthems about that one unforgettable karaoke night gone horribly wrong, they’ve got a tune for every lovable misfit out there.

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nothing. Even if I never become anyone. Still — I wanted to reach someone’s pain. What’s here are fragments of broken feelings, unanswered prayers. I just hope they reach someone who still can’t say “it’s over.” Throw your truth back at me — noise, ache, anything. I’m listening.報われなくてもいい。何者にもなれなくていい。 それでも私は、誰かの痛みに触れたい。 ここには、報われない祈りと、壊れた感情の断片。 誰かの「まだ終われない」に届くことを願って。 本音を、心のノイズを、コメントしてほしい。

Hey, I’m Lori DeAnn—a songwriter and vocalist from Fort Worth, Texas. I started writing songs during a time of big personal change, when I realized that the poetry I’d been writing for years was really just music waiting to happen. That’s when everything clicked, and I found my voice again—literally and creatively.

I don’t play an instrument, but I do sing, and I’ve always had a strong feel for how music works—how rhythm, layers, and emotion come together to tell a story. I’m inspired by all kinds of sounds: country, blues, 80s rock, pop—basically anything with a great beat and something real to say.

My songs are all about emotion—falling in love, falling apart, finding yourself again, and working through grief. Music has always helped me say the things I couldn’t quite put into words, and I hope my songs do that for someone else too. Whether it’s a stripped-down vocal or a track full of gospel harmonies and grit, I’m all about truth, healing, and connection.

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