ROADS & RIVERS is a soul-stirring collection of fifteen original Americana songs that trace the contours of the human heart across the vast American landscape.

Marfa Lights

[Verse 1]  
You say you love the lost, but you don’t take the calls,  
I knocked, I bled, I told it all.  
You smiled like you meant it, then backed away slow,  
Like my pain was somethin’ you didn’t wanna know.  

I ain’t beggin’ for a pulpit or a stage,  
Just someone who won’t run when the truth turns gray.  
You sing about grace like it don’t get stained,  
But I found it in the ashes callin’ my name.  

[Chorus]  
You preach it ’til it’s pretty,  
You post it ’til it sells,  
But when a man walks outta Heaven,  
You leave him by himself.  
You talk about revival,  
But you don’t know how it feels —  
Don’t say you believe in fire  
If you won’t preach it ’til it’s real.  

[Verse 2]  
You got a verse on a post-it by your desk,  
But you can’t look me in the eyes when I confess.  
Said your God saves, said your door’s open wide,  
But I watched you lock it when I stepped inside.  

I came back burned but breathin’ air,  
With a heart still beatin’ and a thousand prayers.  
I ain’t here to fit your mold,  
I’m here ’cause love wouldn’t let me go.  

[Chorus]  
You preach it ’til it’s pretty,  
You post it ’til it trends,  
But when a man walks outta Heaven,  
You don’t call, you just pretend.  
You shout about the miracles,  
Then ghost the ones who heal —  
Don’t say you believe in fire  
If you won’t preach it ’til it’s real.  

[Bridge]  
One breath from gone, one foot from grace,  
You’d think that would change a man’s face.  
But truth cuts deep, peace comes slow,  
So I’ll sing it loud — even if I stand alone.  

[Final Chorus]  
You preach it ’til it’s polished,  
You quote it with a grin,  
But when the grave lost its grip on me,  
I saw where grace begins.  
You talk about the Spirit,  
Now I know how it feels —  
Love don’t hide from the broken,  
It heals us ’til it’s real.  

[Outro]  
Don’t preach it — unless you mean it.  
Real.

Preach It 'Till It's Pretty

[Verse 1]
Woke up starin’ at an old notepad,
Half a verse and a thought I had.
Same four chords and a cheap red pen,
Tryin’ to find that feelin’ again.
Ain’t got nothin’ left but time and strings,
Guess that’s where the truth still sings.

[Chorus]
Yeah, writin’ songs ’bout writin’ songs,
’Cause I ran outta women and things gone wrong.
Can’t fake the pain, can’t force the muse,
So I just write ’bout the truth.
Just… writin’ songs ’bout writin’ songs.

[Verse 2]
Every dream I’ve chased has paid in tabs,
Barroom lights and broken cabs.
Some nights hit, some fade away,
But I keep pickin’ what I can’t say.
If I ever get a hit, don’t blink—
It’s just another line in ink.

[Chorus]
Yeah, writin’ songs ’bout writin’ songs,
’Cause I ran outta women and things gone wrong.
Can’t fake the pain, can’t force the muse,
So I just write ’bout the truth.
Just… writin’ songs ’bout writin’ songs.

[Bridge]
Maybe one day I’ll find that spark,
Chase it down through the neon dark.
But ‘til that muse decides she calls,
I’ll be spillin’ my heart on these four walls.

[Final Chorus / Outro]
Yeah, writin’ songs ’bout writin’ songs,
Still tryin’ to right what the world got wrong.
Can’t fake the pain, can’t force the muse,
So I just write ’bout the truth.
Just… writin’ songs ’bout writin’ songs.


Writin' Songs 'Bout Writin' Songs

“Just Don’t Like Losin’ (Outlaw Cut)” is a southern-country rocker about grit, honor, and holding your ground.
It’s not about beating anyone — it’s about fighting the good fight, keeping your word, and showing respect for the rival who shows up ready.
A gentleman’s fight, with calloused hands and an open heart.

Written and produced by Paul Kennedy, this cut blends outlaw rhythm, slide guitars, and a steady, soulful groove that rides the line between pride and peace.

🎙️ Written & Produced by Paul Kennedy
🎸 Genre: Outlaw Country / Southern Rock
📍 Recorded 2025 | Orleans, Canada
🥊 Fight fair. Stand tall. Never quit.

Just Dont Like Losin' (Outlaw Cut)

“Think I Got Caught Speedin’” is a witty, high-octane roots-rock anthem that turns everyday trouble into a southern-fried story worth tellin’.
Written and produced by Paul Kennedy, it’s got the grit of a live bar band — slide guitars, handclaps, Hammond organ, and a smile behind every lyric.

🎙️ Written & Produced by Paul Kennedy
🎸 Genre: Roots Rock / Southern Americana
📍 Recorded 2025 | Orleans, Canada
🚗 Four sets of eyes, one wild ride — faith, fact, doubt, and love collide.

Think I Got Caught Speedin'

Émission l'écho des platines dédiée au groupe Dire Straits

L'écho des platines spécial Dire Straits

"Ghosts of Nottamun Green" is a powerful, soul-driven country-rock song built on fire, heart, and memory.
A man remembers the love he found at a long-gone fair - a love that still burns through every note.
Driven by gritty baritone vocals, electric and acoustic guitars, Hammond organ, fiddle, pedal steel, bass, and live drums,
this version turns the old legend into a passionate, modern Americana anthem.
For fans of Chris Stapleton, Brothers Osborne, and The War and Treaty.
Raw energy meets roots storytelling - a road-ready country ballad with gospel soul.

“At the fair in Nottamun Green… where the lights still shine and the fields still dream.”

🎵 Credits / Inspiration:
Freely adapted and reimagined from the traditional English folk song “The Fair of Nottamun”,
with new lyrics and original musical arrangement by The Cat.

Tags:
#CountryRock #Americana #ModernCountry #RootsRock #Upbeat #Soulful #Storytelling #GrittyVocals #Fiddle #PedalSteel #ElectricGuitar #LiveBand #Emotional #RoadSong #IndependentArtist

Ghosts of Nottamun Green

“The Oak” is a gritty heartland rock anthem about choosing the steady, scarred, dependable kind of love over the shiny, temporary kind. Mid-tempo stomp-and-clap drums, warm acoustic strums, and crunchy electric riffs wrap around a weathered male vocal that feels like it’s been on the radio for twenty years. It’s blue-collar, boots-in-the-mud romance: staying put, taking the weight, and holding the roof up when the storm rolls in.

The Oak

„Trackcracker“ hat etwas erdig-analoges, das mit modernen elektronischen Impulsen verschmilzt.

Erdige Roots-Rock-Elemente und brasilianische Caxia-Grooves bilden ein warmes Fundament, während moderne 808s und futuristische Cyber-Sweeps das Stück nach vorn ziehen. Das melodische 60s-Vintage-Summen, Moonlight-Glimmer-Pads und ein aufrechter Bass verleihen dem Track eine Mischung aus Retro-Wärme, rhythmischer Energie und verspielter Elektronik.



Trackcracker  ( 5 )  | Abokalypse

A driving blues-rock anthem about the grind of blue-collar labor and the moment you decide to break the cycle. Fueled by heavy percussion and the heat of a steam engine.

The Iron Line

CYBER CHORD writes songs the way a porch light holds a night: small, steady, and impossible to ignore. I work with AI as a true co-writer, then carve the lyric by hand and shape the track in Suno. The sound leans bare and human—country roots in the soil, a little rock grain in the teeth, and a faith-lit lift that chooses hope without preaching.

These are ordinary-room hymns: rings hidden in cotton, receipt-tape strings, a dress behind rain glass, a sink that cools while you find the words. Silence is an instrument here; sometimes there’s a full bar where the house gets to breathe. If a line can’t survive a campfire and a cracked mug, it doesn’t make the song.

If you’re new, start with the heartbreakers. They don’t shout. They stay. I believe in the holiness of the everyday, and in the quiet bravery of saying the thing before “later” takes it away.

No paid promo, no playlist buys, no cover-art pitches, no dance offers, no cold DMs. If it’s a pitch, the porch light’s off. If you’re a real listener, come in soft: pick one song, leave a genuine note (lyric or timestamp welcome), and hand it to one friend. That’s how this fire stays lit.

May your road stay open, your coffee stay warm, and your day be peaceful.

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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

„Abokalypse ist mein erstes Pro-periment in Klang und Storytelling. Musik ist mehr als nur Töne – sie ist eine wortlose Sprache, die trägt, Geschichten erzählt und die Seele berührt.“

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