More Time

Baby, baby, baby
Why did you leave me all alone?
Didn't you hear me when I called?
Didn't you hear me at all?

[Chorus]
It's been too long
Since you've been gone
You say you need more time
Well, we all need more time
More time

Darling, little darling
Why did you leave me on the floor?
Don't you love me anymore?
Don't you love me anymore?

[Chorus]
It's been too long
Since you've been gone
You say you need more time
Well, we all need more time
More time

More time
More time

[Chorus]
It's been too long
Since you've been home
You say you need more time
Well, we all need more time
More time

More time
More time

More Time

Sometimes hindsight comes with a dirty guitar.

This garage-country version of “Red Flags” turns one man's terrible romantic judgment into a loose, loud live-room confession: distorted twang, driving drums and enough momentum to explain how somebody can see the storm coming and invite it inside anyway.

Less she ruined my life than in my defense, I was an idiot.

Red Flags

Lyrics/License

Red Flags (Garage Country)

Save a Tractor, Ride a Cowboy is the raw, unapologetic, sweat-drenched country-punk collision from Clubis Dat Manis. This album chronicles the heavy, explicit, and wild romance between a hardworking country farmer (Clubman) and a well-endowed rodeo star (Chad).

Trading the neon lights of the city for the dirt roads and haylofts of the farm, this concept album is packed with heavy kick drums, crying pedal steel, and dirty southern drawls. It’s a back-and-forth battle of heavy machinery, deep seeds, and pure gay bro-country lust. From the slow-grinding heat of "Ridin' Bareback" to the bed-breaking, stadium-sized explosion of "Buck Me Like a Bronco," this album strips away the stereotypes and delivers pure, virile energy.

Grab a cold beer, leave your boots at the door, and get ready to ride or plow.

Save a Tractor, Ride a Cowboy

Buck Me Like a Bronco

Eight Seconds Ain't Nearly Enough

Saddle Sore & Satisfied - (My Cowboy's Movin' In)

Hogtied and Horny

Big Equipment, Deep Seeds

Chaps, Straps, and Booty Claps

Plow My Back Forty - (Deep and Hard)

Ridin' Bareback - (And I Ain't Talkin' Horses)

Songs from the pinewoods, all written first on acoustic guitar. Some stayed folk songs. Some wandered into blues, western music, and darker territory.

All lyrics written by a human.

This catalog is an ongoing experiment in songwriting, genre translation, and voice. I write the lyrics, then use AI as an instrument — not a replacement — to explore how the same lyric behaves across styles, tempos, and emotional frames.

Some songs exist in one form. Others exist in many. None are first drafts.

Phrases and Phrases Publishing is a one-person label and archive founded by J. Adam Walters — lyricist, satirist, and (non-practicing) lawyer — focused on work that sits somewhere between sincerity and analysis, humor and discomfort.

From post-punk monologues to Americana character studies to things that probably shouldn’t exist at all, this is a field study as much as a discography, exploring new tools with the intent not to go viral, but to be useful for sync and licensing.

Lyrics, licensing, and a searchable catalog: phrases.pub

CLUBIS DAT MANIS
PUNK ROCK. COUNTRY GRIT. BRO LOVE. SWEAT & SOUND.

CLUBIS DAT MANIS is the raw, unapologetic soundtrack to dive bars, dirt roads, mosh pits, and unabashed gay brotherhood. If you’re looking for polished pop or pristine studio tracks, keep scrolling. We are the adrenaline-fueled pulse of the country-punk underground; built for the guys who live for the chaos of the pit, hard days working the land, cheap drinks, and leaving the venue drenched in sweat.

THE VIBE
This is a sonic manifesto for gay bros doing gay stuff, unapologetically and loudly. It’s about the heavy camaraderie found in the center of a mosh pit and the bed of a pickup truck. Clubis Dat Manis strips away the stereotypes and delivers pure, aggressive energy. It's the grit of studded leather meeting ripped denim overalls; the sound of the brick to the window, the heavy boot on the floorboard, and going home with the guy who matches your exact level of chaos.

THE SOUND
Expect an abrasive, high-voltage assault on the senses where rural resistance meets urban rebellion. We play hard, fast, heavy-hitting punk rock infused with outlaw country and honky-tonk grit. Think distorted, driving guitar riffs and blown-out basslines colliding with crying pedal steel, heavy kick drums, and anthemic, shouted vocals that celebrate brotherhood, riding hard, and solidarity.

THE NEW ALBUM: SAVE A TRACTOR, RIDE A COWBOY
Our latest release bridges the gap between the punk scene and the pasture. Save a Tractor, Ride a Cowboy chronicles the heavy, unapologetic romance between a hardworking farmer and a well-endowed rodeo cowboy. Packed with raw country-punk anthems; from the grinding rhythm of "Plow My Back Forty (Deep and Hard)" to the barn-burning climax of "Buck Me Like a Bronco", this album is built for riding bareback, laying down pipe, and breaking bed boards.

THE ROOTS
Born from the sweat-drenched energy that inspired the debut anthem Sorry My Boyfriend is Sweaty, Clubis Dat Manis isn't just music; it’s a culture. We are the lovers, the fighters, and the queer ranchers against hate.

Grab a beer, kick off your boots, step into the pit, and turn it up.

Genre: Punk Rock / Outlaw Country / Skater Punk
Location: The Underground & The Back Forty

New tracks tagged #alt country