This EP channels the golden era of west-coast rock — rich vocal harmonies, acoustic guitars, pedal steel and slide that weave into intimate, storytelling songs about long drives, lost love and late-day light. Inspired by the sound of the early 1970s, the production favors warm, analog textures and melodic arrangements that sit somewhere between country, folk and classic rock. Perfect for sunset drives and quiet porches, each track balances nostalgic moods with timeless songwriting craft. Press play, lean back, and let Coastal Horizon take you down the open road.

Quiet Answer

Lyrics:

I wandered towns where rivers bend,  
(Faces glowing that I never penned)  
Moments drifted through the glass,  
(Gone before I could grasp.)  

A porch light burning on a lonesome hill,  
(Could have warmed me, maybe left me still.)  
But I kept driving through the night,  
(Chasing shadows out of sight.)  

Oh, the trails I never traced,  
(Oh, the trails I never traced,)  
Stories left in distant haze.  
(Stories left in distant haze.)  
Would they mend me, would they yearn?  
(Would they mend me, would they yearn?)  
Songs I dropped at every turn.  
(Songs I dropped at every turn.)  

I saw a girl by the station gate,  
(Lifted her hand like she meant to wait.)  
Was it for me, or someone near?  
(The train pulled out, she disappeared.)  

Some doors whisper as they close,  
(Some vanish, leaving silent echoes.)  
I walk ahead, though shadows stay,  
(Their weight beside me every day.)  
  
Oh, the trails I never traced,  
(Oh, the trails I never traced,)  
Stories left in distant haze.  
(Stories left in distant haze.)  
Would they mend me, would they yearn?  
(Would they mend me, would they yearn?)  
Songs I dropped at every turn.  
(Songs I dropped at every turn.)  

Oh, the trails I never traced,  
(Oh, the trails I never traced,)  
Stories left in distant haze.  
(Stories left in distant haze.)  
Would they mend me, would they yearn?  
(Would they mend me, would they yearn?)

Trails I Never Traced (Alternative Version)

All Fired Up

Rust In The Gold Duet

War—uh! What’s it for

Good living

“I Love It Still” drifts through snapshots of everyday life—people worn down by the world yet holding on to the small sparks that make it worth the ride. It’s about finding quiet beauty in crooked places, laughing at the mess we’re all spinning in, and choosing love for a world that doesn’t always make sense. Warm, reflective, and full of human truth, it invites the listener to sit back, breathe, and remember why we stay hopeful.

„I Love It Still“ erzählt von Momenten aus dem Alltag—von Menschen, die vom Leben gezeichnet sind und sich trotzdem an den kleinen Dingen festhalten, die alles erträglicher machen. Es geht darum, in den schiefen Ecken der Welt noch Schönheit zu finden, über das Chaos zu lachen und sich bewusst dafür zu entscheiden, diese Welt zu lieben, auch wenn sie oft keinen Sinn ergibt. Warm, nachdenklich und voller menschlicher Wahrheiten lädt der Song dazu ein, kurz innezuhalten und sich daran zu erinnern, warum wir hoffnungsvoll bleiben.

I Love It Still

Man in a lawn chair, starin’ at the rain
Says he used to build houses, now he fixes his pain
With a half-warm beer and a scratch-off dream
Talkin’ to his dog like he’s part of the team

He shrugs and says, “Hell, I ain’t rich
But I still like the wind and a sunset switch”

Yeah, the bills don’t stop and the car won’t start
My neighbor’s got a Jesus tattoo and a broken heart
The news says doom, the clouds keep rollin’ in
It’s a hell of a mess we’re all livin’ in
But I love it
I love it still

Saw a kid on a scooter with holes in his shoes
Yellin’ at the sky like he’s got nothin’ to lose
Mama’s in the window with a smoke in her hand
Blows a kiss to the world she don’t understand

She laughs, says, “Life’s one big joke
Might as well dance while we all go broke”

Yeah, the jobs are gone and the roads got cracks
We dream in memes and we sleep with our backs
To the door, while the ghosts keep movin’ in
It’s a strange little world we’re spinnin’ in
But I love it
I love it still

Maybe it’s the way a song hits right
Or the dumb little things that get you through the night
Like gas station coffee and a stranger’s grin
Or talkin’ to the stars like they’re next of kin

Yeah, the world’s on fire and the sky looks tired
I’m worn out good, I ain’t retired
Cause the wind’s still warm and the night drifts softly in
Guess there’s beauty in the state we’re in
And I love it
I love it still

Yeah, none of it makes much sense…
But I love it
I love it still


I Love It Still

Smooth Hustle

This is a "quiet-loud" dynamic Alternative Country-Rock Ballad. It begins with a sparse, moody, and atmospheric acoustic-driven verse, reminiscent of modern folk. The song then explodes in the chorus into a powerful, anthemic Southern Rock sound with heavy electric guitars, a driving rhythm section, and a raw, passionate vocal delivery.  The Song, No Superhuman, is somber, gritty, and reflective in the verses. This builds to a feeling of powerful, anthemic, and raw resilience in the chorus. It's a song about admitting mortal flaws and finding strength in a human connection.

No Superhuman (Country)

Pay Me What You Owe

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am skilled in producing a wide range of musical styles, even those in languages from different cultures. Crafting music is not just a pastime for me, but a passion that brings me great pleasure. If you have a specific genre or style

Ghorppo:  crafted by the future, driven by the heart.

Where nostalgia meets tomorrow. From the soul and swing of the ’50s to the neon dreams of the early 2000s, Ghorppo blends Motown grooves, British pop charm, and soft rock warmth into something timeless yet new.

Each song is a story born between eras: sung in English, Portuguese, Spanish, and Italian. Where vintage melodies find a modern pulse.

Whether you’re here to dance, reflect, or drift away, Ghorppo invites you into a world where technology and emotion play in perfect harmony.

Music is the language and soul of humanity.  You can see and hear music, if not…you feel it.  Listen, see, and feel the music.

My story is the same as probably so many.  I always wanted to write music and share it, to express it, to let others feel it.  Like so many before me - life took over.  Responsibility.  Sure, I could have gone after the things I loved, but I felt the responsibility, so off around the world I went.  That was truly amazing, too.  But always tapping on my shoulder was the desire to write.  So I kept at it, just never doing anything with it.

Jumping forward to the here and now - I’m doing it.  Writing, composing, arranging, and editing.  I hope you enjoy it, give me your thoughts, and share it with others. 

Thank you,
JCCutter

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