At the end of each night of recording, we would gather at midnight to sing 1 improvisational hum track. This one was our favorite, a sweet way to end the album, letting people drift into dreamtime.

Cradle

Midnight Hum

“Where We Used to Be” is a country-soul heartbreak set in the only bar in town. A deep, worn-in baritone tells the story of a man stuck at the edge of the room, watching the woman he let go slow dance with someone who actually treats her right. Warm bass, steel and organ pads, and a steady barroom groove frame the scene: gravel crunching in the parking lot, a buzzing neon sign, the same old jukebox song, and a jealous heart he has to swallow instead of scream. It’s intimate, human, and painfully honest—like closing time for a love you should’ve fought harder to keep.

Where We Used To Be

Driving through the canyons wide, Colorado's wind by my side. Big haul, mountains reaching high, Rolling beneath the open sky.

The wind, it whispers a timeless tune, Guiding us both beneath the moon. Stars are twinkling, road ahead, Lighting the path where dreams are led.

Rounding bends, where shadows play, Feeling the pulse of a new day. Holding tight to every turn, In the heart, a fire will burn. A quiet path through nature's view, A journey made for me and you.

The wind, it whispers a timeless tune, Guiding us both beneath the moon. Stars are twinkling, road ahead, Lighting the path where dreams are led.

Windy Canyons Ahead

Windy Canyons

A mid-tempo Americana folk-rock ballad tracing the arc from the hand-loom to the algorithm. The Luddite’s Lament begins in the wool fields of Nottinghamshire and walks steadily into the glow of silicon and screens, asking whether every promise of progress carries a quiet cost.
Driven by steady acoustic guitar and a storytelling baritone, the song weaves harmonica lines through verses that echo the original machine breakers — the early 19th-century Luddite movement — while reflecting on today’s automated economies and AI-driven systems. The refrain bridges centuries: from the clatter of the shuttle to the cold gleam of code.
This track sits thematically alongside Prometheus Logic Corp and Data Don’t Cry — part of the ongoing meditation on innovation, dignity, and the Principle of Cosmic Fairness. Not anti-technology. Not pro-nostalgia. Just asking the question.
For every gain they promise… what do we lose?

Hewmorist's Commentary:
A mid-tempo Americana folk-rock ballad tracing the arc from the hand-loom to the algorithm. The Luddite’s Lament begins in the wool fields of Nottinghamshire and walks steadily into the glow of silicon and screens, asking whether every promise of progress carries a quiet cost.
Driven by steady acoustic guitar and a storytelling baritone, the song echoes the early machine breakers of the Industrial Revolution while reflecting on today’s automated economies and AI-driven systems. The refrain bridges centuries: from the clatter of the shuttle to the cold gleam of code.
This track sits thematically alongside Prometheus Logic Corp and Data Don’t Cry — part of an ongoing meditation on innovation, dignity, and the Principle of Cosmic Fairness. Not anti-technology. Not pro-nostalgia. Just asking the question. For every gain they promise… what do we lose?

The Luddite’s Lament

Mid-tempo nostalgic pop-rock track with an Americana edge, driven by bright, clean electric guitar strumming and a steady 4/4 groove at approximately 95 BPM. A melodic bassline and crisp drum kit with prominent hi-hats provide forward motion, while a soulful female lead vocal delivers reflective, bittersweet lyrics with warmth and subtle grit. The arrangement follows a classic verse-chorus-verse-chorus-bridge-chorus structure, featuring a melodic, lightly overdriven electric guitar solo in the instrumental bridge. Production is polished and spacious, with light reverb creating an open, airy atmosphere and a balance of major and minor harmonies to evoke gentle nostalgia.

Yesterday's Cool

Look Up — A blunt, hopeful shove back into real life. It’s about noticing the beauty you’re living inside before it becomes background noise.

Hold the Moment

Look Up

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Headlights in fog, wet pavement, pine shadows, and the memory of a good dog who loved everyone he met. Chemtrails turns that spirit into something eerie and beautiful — a Pacific Northwest elegy with heart, weather, and soul.

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Crank the engine and hit the open road. “Blacktop and Burnt Rubber” is a hard-driving slice of Americana blues rock built for long highways, loud engines, and late-night miles.

Fueled by gritty guitars, pounding drums, and a bassline that rumbles like a V8 under the hood, this track captures the raw spirit of road-trip rebellion. It’s the sound of tyres screaming on hot asphalt, neon lights flashing past the windshield, and the freedom of nowhere left to be but forward.

If you like your blues rock loud, dusty, and built for the highway, buckle up — this one was made for driving fast and turning the speakers up.

Start the car.
Roll the windows down.
Let the road take you.

Six Days and A Single Dime

Blacktop and Burnt Rubber

Starling Arrow is an all-star cast of spirit-folk songstresses featuring Leah Song and Chloe Smith of Rising Appalachia, Ayla Nereo, Tina Malia, and Marya Stark. The members of the female-fronted super-group Starling Arrow share a common devotion for the love of songwriting, which they elegantly captured in their debut album, Cradle, coming out in January 2023. These artists are brought together by a deep mutual love of beauty, the power of music as a sanctuary, and the deep joy of encountering the muse. Powerhouse songwriters in their own right, and innovative leaders within the industry, this joining is a potent gift of synergy.

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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.

Meet Hot Cookie, the wonder that’s redefining cool with a fresh blend of reflective lyrics and acoustic-driven power. Our sound is the heartbeat of today's music scene, capturing the essence of raw emotion and musical artistry. With every track, we aim to elevate your listening experience, offering melodies that resonate and lyrics that linger. Get ready to be swept away by Hot Cookie, where every note is a testament to our passion and every song a journey!....Social Contact: https://x.com/HotCookieMusic

The Blacktop Bandits are the sound of grit, gravel, and late-night highway melancholia. Forged in the diesel fumes and distant glow of neon signs, this trio (or quartet, etc.) delivers a raw, uncompromising blend of outlaw country and roadhouse rock. Their music chronicles the life lived between the lines: the long hauls, the dust storms, the fights you couldn't avoid, and the brief, beautiful moments of peace found in a stale cup of coffee at dawn. If your soul runs on gasoline and your heart breaks to the rhythm of a truck stop jukebox, you've found your band. They don't just play the blues; they drive them

Somewhere towards the end of the 20th century government sponsored agencies began an experimental attack upon the citizens of numerous cities and towns throughout the postindustrial nations of the world. The reasons and the effects at that time were questioned as well as the validity of the questions raised towards such events. In the midst of these events individuals and groups began to develop theories and documentations of these anomalies, known since as the chemtrail  phenomena, and publish these findings in blogs and personal publications. From the inner sanctums of the conspiracy and from the most insightful fringes of the theorists arose a hybrid of propaganda and mysticism.

Music for people who want stimulation, not sedation.
Pagan Honey Productions is a one-person studio on the Canadian prairies, using computers and stubborn lyrics to make country, alt-pop, EDM/D&B, and protest songs. No image, no hype — just signals for anyone who still listens.

I grew up during the UK’s 1960s music revolution and never lost my fascination with music’s ability to shape feeling and identity.

Using AI tools and DAWs, I now make ideas-driven songs that explore perception, genre, recognition, and the strange business of being human in a technological age. Some tracks speak directly; others simply invite you to enjoy the sound and notice what your mind supplies.

There are now 190+ tracks here, ranging from blues and rock to electronic experiments and reflective instrumentals.

To explore the catalogue, begin with Start Here – Best of Hewmorist, then follow either Music First (songs driven by sound, mood and melody) or Message First (songs exploring ideas about AI, reality, consciousness and culture).

Hewmorist’s Commentary: I make no claim to being a musician, nor to any virtuosity. I simply use whatever tools are available to me as creatively as I can, guided by curiosity, experimentation, and the pleasure of shared meaning.

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