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Wood & Will is a heartfelt tribute to all woodworkers — the hands that shape, carve, and build with pride. Inspired by the spirit of Free Bird by Lynyrd Skynyrd and blended with modern electro/techno elements, this song celebrates craftsmanship, passion, and the power of will. A rock ballad for the makers, the dreamers, and the builders.

Wood & Will [ Danish + English ] - Tribute to Craftsmanship

Breathe (I wish you taught m how) [Remix]

wishful thinking

Backroad Glow

She was rollin’ through town in her itty-bitty Mini,
Top down, hair loose, laugh sweet and pretty.
I pulled up high in my jacked-up ride,
Mud on the tires, country boy pride.

She had city lights, I had country miles,
Two worlds collidin’ in a reckless smile.
Her laugh was quick, my drawl was slow,
But fire lit up on that backroad glow.

Radio up, George Strait on the dial,
She sang every word with a wild-child smile.
Mini on blacktop, truck in the lane,
Two hearts racin’ like a midnight train.

She had city lights, I had country miles,
Two worlds collidin’ in a reckless smile.
Her laugh was quick, my drawl was slow,
But fire lit up on that backroad glow.

Love don’t care ’bout the car you drive,
It’s the spark that keeps the night alive.
She’s leather seats, I’m four-wheel drive,
Side by side, it just feels right.

She had city lights, I had country miles,
Two worlds collidin’ in a reckless smile.
Her laugh was quick, my drawl was slow,
But fire lit up on that backroad glow.

Backroad Glow | her itty-bitty Mini

Project Monster has always been a fan of Outlaw Country! In a nutshell this song came about from our good Friend AR. Who lost his job selling tractors (which the first line of the song mentions). I hate it all was written as a testament to his never giving up style and blowing up shit with fireworks, and although we may hate it all one day there will always be a tomorrow.

I Hate It All

Verse 1
Packed my bag, wheels on the ground,
Small town fading, freedom’s what we found.
Radio blastin’, wind in my hair,
No chains, no rules, we don’t care.

Chorus
Highway rebels, runnin’ wild and free,
No one can stop what we’re meant to be!
Highway rebels, livin’ loud tonight,
Shout it out, feel the fire ignite!

Verse 2
Backroads callin’, stars in our eyes,
Kickin’ up dust where the horizon lies.
Boss man’s worryin’, parents might frown,
But we’re burnin’ bright, we won’t slow down.

Chorus
Highway rebels, runnin’ wild and free,
No one can stop what we’re meant to be!
Highway rebels, livin’ loud tonight,
Shout it out, feel the fire ignite!

Bridge
River’s runnin’, moon’s in the sky,
We ride together, side by side.
Feel the thunder, hear the call,
Highway rebels, we’ll never fall!

Chorus
Highway rebels, runnin’ wild and free,
No one can stop what we’re meant to be!
Highway rebels, livin’ loud tonight,
Shout it out, feel the fire ignite!

Highway Rebels

Verse 1
Jimmy keeps his rifle by the door,
Says it’s for the good, but he ain’t sure.
Main street smiles, but fear’s all around,
Loaded freedom, danger hangin’ ‘round.

Chorus
Loaded freedom, everyone’s armed tonight,
Supposed to be safe, but doesn’t seem right.
Loaded freedom, good guys try to fight,
But who’s winning when darkness meets the light?

Verse 2
Tommy’s got his shotgun on the porch,
Swears he’s watching over the town and the church.
Neighbors nod, but they whisper in fear,
Safe at home? Not so clear.

Chorus
Loaded freedom, everyone’s armed tonight,
Supposed to be safe, but doesn’t seem right.
Loaded freedom, good guys try to fight,
But who’s winning when darkness meets the light?

Bridge
Smoke from the diner, kids running fast,
Another shooting, and the prayers won’t last.
All the iron and powder can’t make it right,
Hearts corroded in the dead of night.

Chorus
Loaded freedom, everyone’s armed tonight,
Supposed to be safe, but doesn’t seem right.
Loaded freedom, good guys try to fight,
But who’s winning when darkness meets the light?

Loaded Freedom

Verse 1
Peaches on the roadside, sun beatin’ down,
River rollin’ steady, through that red clay ground.
City lights in Atlanta, shinein’ proud,
I hear Georgia callin’, singin’ out loud.

Chorus
Sweet Georgia, where the heart runs free,
Sweet Georgia, got a hold on me.
From the mountains down to that coastal sea,
Sweet Georgia, you’re home to me.

Verse 2
Old folks pickin’ banjos on the front porch swing,
Choir in the church house, makes the rafters ring.
Cotton fields whisper in the midnight air,
No matter where I wander, I find you there.

Chorus
Sweet Georgia, where the heart runs free,
Sweet Georgia, got a hold on me.
From Savannah’s tide to the old pine tree,
Sweet Georgia, you’re home to me.

Bridge
Well I’ve been north, and I’ve been west,
But down in Georgia, Lord, I feel my best.
Sweet magnolia, set my spirit right,
Singin’ ‘cross the delta on a summer night.

Final Chorus
Sweet Georgia, where the skies shine blue,
Sweet Georgia, I’ll come back to you.
From the mountain song to the ocean view,
Sweet Georgia, my heart is true.

Outro
Sweet Georgia… Sweet Georgia…

Sweet Georgia

Verse 1
Woke up this mornin’, sky was heavy gray,
Thunder on the horizon, trouble on the way.
Ain’t got much money, but I got these shoes,
Gonna keep on walkin’, singin’ my river blues.
 
Chorus
Rollin’, rollin’, like a wheel on fire,
Chasin’ that freedom, never gettin’ tired.
Storms may follow, but I can’t lose,
I’m bound for the water with these rollin’ river blues.
 
Verse 2
Boss man holler, don’t pay me right,
Sweat on my back from the mornin’ light.
Can’t fight the system, got nothin’ to choose,
So I keep on singin’ these rollin’ river blues.
 
Chorus
Rollin’, rollin’, like a wheel on fire,
Chasin’ that freedom, never gettin’ tired.
Storms may follow, but I can’t lose,
I’m bound for the water with these rollin’ river blues.
 
Bridge
Hear that thunder rumblin’,
See that lightning crack—
But the river keeps on flowin’,
And I ain’t lookin’ back.
 
Chorus
Rollin’, rollin’, through the midnight rain,
Washin’ my sorrow, easin’ my pain.
Storms may follow, but I can’t lose,
I’m bound for the water with these rollin’ river blues.

Rollin' River Blues

Verse 1
Boss man laughin’, countin’ all his gold,
We’re punchin’ clocks, gettin’ stories told.
Promises broken, streets full of dust,
Workin’ for a livin’, in the ones we trust.

Chorus
Money on the table, power in their hands,
We keep movin’, tryin’ to make a stand.
Storm keeps rollin’, winds of discontent,
Money on the table, where the hell it went.

Verse 2
Politicians smilin’, talkin’ like they care,
But we see the smoke, and it’s everywhere.
Factories empty, fields full of weeds,
Rich man’s worryin’, we’re doin’ all the deeds.

Chorus
Money on the table, power in their hands,
We keep movin’, tryin’ to make a stand.
Storm keeps rollin’, winds of discontent,
Money on the table, where the hell it went.

Bridge
Thunder in the alleys, lightning in the street,
We work for survival, they just cheat.
Voices risin’, can’t be held down,
Echoes of the people all over town.

Chorus
Money on the table, power in their hands,
We keep movin’, tryin’ to make a stand.
Storm keeps rollin’, winds of discontent,
Money on the table, where the hell it went.

Money on the Table

Verse 1
They say “get in line, boy, it’s your time to go,”
I see the smoke rise where the big men don’t know.
In fancy offices, they plan and scheme,
While folks like me are stuck chasing dreams.

Chorus
No faith in the captain, no trust in the plan,
Marchin’ to the battle for a rich man’s hand.
Storm clouds gather, hear the freight train moan,
No faith in the captain, I’m fightin’ alone.

Verse 2
Our friends overseas don’t even believe,
Allies lookin’ doubtful at what we achieve.
Orders are hollow, the strategy’s blind,
And the ones who lead us got no care for mankind.

Chorus
No faith in the captain, no trust in the plan,
Marchin’ to the battle for a rich man’s hand.
Storm clouds gather, hear the freight train moan,
No faith in the captain, I’m fightin’ alone.

Bridge
Smoke on the horizon, blood in the sand,
They fight for power while we lose the land.
Thunder keeps rollin’, lightning in the sky,
But I ain’t believin’ the words of a lie.

Chorus
No faith in the captain, no trust in the plan,
Marchin’ to the battle for a rich man’s hand.
Storm clouds gather, hear the freight train moan,
No faith in the captain, I’m fightin’ alone.

No Faith in the Captain

Verse 1
Packed my bags at the break of dawn,
Engine roarin’, another town to move on.
You wave goodbye from the gravel road,
Love gets heavy with a traveling load.

Chorus
Pickup heart, rollin’ down the line,
Miles of worry, leave the love behind.
Freight train thunder, wind through the pine,
Pickup heart, wishin’ you were mine.

Verse 2
Radio hums the same old tune,
Dashboard glowin’ under a silver moon.
Bills and deadlines keep me in the grind,
But your memory’s ridin’ shotgun in my mind.

Chorus
Pickup heart, rollin’ down the line,
Miles of worry, leave the love behind.
Freight train thunder, wind through the pine,
Pickup heart, wishin’ you were mine.

Bridge
Rain on the windshield, fog in the air,
Empty roads stretchin’, wish you were there.
Life keeps demandin’, but I keep on drivin’,
Pickup heart beats just to keep survivin’.

Chorus
Pickup heart, rollin’ down the line,
Miles of worry, leave the love behind.
Freight train thunder, wind through the pine,
Pickup heart, wishin’ you were mine.

Pickup Heart

Verse 1
Workin’ all day, sweat on my brow,
Boss man smilin’, he don’t care no how.
Dollar gettin’ smaller, bills gettin’ tall,
Feels like I ain’t gettin’ nothin’ at all.

Chorus
Hard times rollin’, rollin’ down the line,
Hard times rollin’, can’t get left behind.
Hard times rollin

Verse 2
Mama count the pennies, daddy broke his back,
Rich man ridin’ easy, poor man off the track.
Radio talkin’—say the future’s bright,
But I hear that freight train rumblin’ in the night.

Bridge
Storm’s a-comin’, wind’s gonna blow,
You can’t stop the river when it starts to roll.

Chorus
Hard times rollin’, rollin’ down the line,
Hard times rollin’, can’t get left behind.
Hard times rollin’, thunder in the sky,
Hard times rollin’, can’t get left behind.

Hard Times Rollin'

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Hailing from the marshlands of Darien, Georgia, Blackwater Sons channel the sound of the South into a raw and relentless brand of swamp rock. Their music is equal parts grit and soul — steeped in blues, Southern storytelling, and the restless spirit of rebellion.

Formed by four lifelong friends who grew up on the banks of the Altamaha River, the band wears their roots proudly. Their songs reflect the struggles, beauty, and contradictions of small-town America: protest cries wrapped in guitar riffs, stories of freedom carried by the beat of the drums, and laments that echo like the tide rolling in from the coast.

From Darien’s backroads to festival stages, Blackwater Sons carry the fire of classic Southern rock while speaking to today’s world. Their music is sweaty, loud, and impossible to ignore — a soundtrack for those who’ve had enough, for those still searching, and for anyone who knows the South runs as deep as its rivers.

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