Back Road Redemption

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[Verse 1]
Grind-whistle coughs at the rusted mill gate,
Lunch-pail ghosts drift toward the interstate;
Payroll ink still wet on my palms—
Spend it like thunder in a clutch of psalms.
Snap-back stars on a mud-slick hood,
Cheap chrome sparks where the sawgrass stood.
Somebody texted, “Bring a string of lights,”
So we wired up the oaks like camping satellites.
[Chorus]
It’s a moonshine meteor show,
Fire-jar glow and a backbeat slow;
Tilt that bottle ’til the Milky Way blurs—
Tonight this meadow is the whole wide world.
[Verse 2]
Tailpipes beatbox on a crooked two-lane,
Kickdrum potholes rattle window-pane.
Cherry-lip smirk under brim-shadow eyes,
Slingshot laugh cuts the humid night.
Vinyl-hiss fiddle on a pirate FM,
Boot-print constellations stompin’ Amen.
Big-city SUVs edge the treeline gloom—
We’ll teach ’em how the locals fuel their moon.
[Chorus]
It’s a moonshine meteor show,
Fire-jar glow and a backbeat slow;
Tilt that bottle ’til the Milky Way blurs—
Tonight this meadow is the whole wide world.
[Verse 3]
Bonfire dragon breath kisses the sky,
Diesel perfume in a lullaby.
Heartbeats sync like a V-twin roll,
Gravel-road gospel saving restless souls.
Kissed my name in steam on her side-view glass,
Drew an arrow north that the dawn can’t pass.
Come sunrise, bills will call us back,
But right now forever fits in a truck-bed rack.
[Chorus]
It’s a moonshine meteor show,
Fire-jar glow and a backbeat slow;
Tilt that bottle ’til the Milky Way blurs—
Tonight this meadow is the whole wide world.

Milky-Road Moonshine

VERSE]
Down the road which asters tangle,
    Thro' the gap where green-briar twines,
    By the path where dry leaves dangle
    Sere from the ivy vines

[VERSE]
    We go--by sedgy fallows
    And along the stifled brook,
    Till it stops in lushy mallows
    Just at the bridge's crook.

[PRE-CHORUS]
    Then, again, o'er fence, thro' thicket,
    To the mouth of the rough ravine,
    Where the weird leaf-hidden cricket
    Chirrs thro' the weirder green,

[CHORUS]
    Oh, the wood with winds a-wrestle!
    With the nut and acorn strown!
    Oh, the wood where creepers trestle
    Tree unto tree o'ergrown!

[VERSE]
    There's a way, o'er rocks--but quicker
    Is the beat of heart and foot,
    As the beams above us flicker
    Sun upon moss and root!

[VERSE]
    With a climb the ledging summit
    Of the hill is reached in glee.
    For an hour we gaze off from it
    Into the sky's blue sea.

[BRIDGE]
    And we leap--as wildness tingles
    From the air into our blood--
    With a cry thro' golden dingles
    Hid in the heart of the wood.

[CHORUS]
    Oh, the wood with winds a-wrestle!
    With the nut and acorn strown!
    Oh, the wood where creepers trestle
    Tree unto tree o'ergrown!

[VERSE]
    But a bell and sunset's crimson
    Soon recall the homeward path.
    And we turn as the glory dims on
    The hay-field's mounded math.

[VERSE]
    Thro' the soft and silent twilight
    We come, to the stile at last,
    As the clear undying eyelight
    Of the stars tells day is past.

    Thro' the soft and silent twilight
    We come, to the stile at last,

Wood with Winds (Country)

A nostalgic drive down a real Northeast Florida dairy road that doesn’t look the same anymore. “Pages Dairy Road” remembers cows, silos, and dusty sunsets while the guitars roll like old trucks over washboard pavement.

This Is Man Green on Harry Green Road

Pages Dairy Road

The backroad itself becomes a witness. “The Road Remembers” is a bluesy southern rock confession about every mistake, every prayer, and every night spent driving on Harry Green Road — with Man Green’s voice echoing in the hum of the tires.

The Road Remembers

Jericho Records USA – The Story Behind the Sound

Welcome to Jericho Records USA.
This isn’t a traditional label — it’s the archive of a lifetime spent writing, recording, experimenting, breaking rules, and rebuilding myself through music.

The original Jericho Records was an independent label my father started in the 1950s. What you’re hearing here is something new — my continuation of that legacy, shaped by the times, the tools, and the life I’ve lived.

I grew up in a musical home. My father ran the church music ministry, my mother played piano, and I was singing before I could read. Drums at 5. Guitar at 7. Bass. Saxophone. Piano. Songwriting became the way I made sense of the world, and I’ve written close to a thousand songs — with thousands more to come. I later graduated from Full Sail University with a degree in Audio Production, blending old-school recording with modern technology.

You’ll notice the sounds here are diverse. That’s intentional.
I create under different artist names, different styles, different worlds — but the voice behind all of it is mine.

And to be fully transparent:

• Some tracks are traditional studio recordings — real drums, real guitars, real vocals, all performed by me.
• Some tracks blend live instruments, VSTs, and AI-assisted production.
• Some began as my raw guitar or vocal recording and were “covered” or re-interpreted through AI tools.
• Some are fully AI-generated compositions created from my prompts.
• But every song — no matter the method — was written by me and comes from real experiences, real chapters of my life.

AI, to me, is another instrument — another creative partner.
It doesn’t replace my voice or my story; it helps me bring more of it into the world.

Over the years I’ve worked with incredible people, including Dez Dickerson (Prince & The Revolution) and Tim Gaines (Stryper), and I’ve shared stages with bands like Drivin’ N’ Cryin, Corey Taylor, Saving Abel, Hinder, and Avenged Sevenfold. But the journey didn’t end there — it evolved.

Jericho Records USA is where all those chapters live at once:
the human hands, the digital experiments, the scars, the healing, the imagination, and the divine spark that keeps me creating.

If you’re here, I hope you find something that resonates — something that reminds you that music, in any form, is a lifeline.

— Jericho

Independent songwriter based in Austin, Texas.

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Rock n roll has been a fun ride but for now county is calling the soul once again. You can easily navigate genres in the Playlist section.

Strumming their way through heartbreak, hilarity, and highway hijinks, The Artificial Home Wreckers are a country rock band like no other. Born from a chance encounter at a roadside diner with a broken jukebox, these renegades of rhythm specialize in songs that sound like a wild Friday night and feel like a hungover Saturday morning.

Their music is a cocktail of twangy guitars, foot-stomping beats, and lyrics that toe the line between tragic and downright ridiculous. From ballads about exes who "borrowed" their truck (and forgot to return it) to anthems about that one unforgettable karaoke night gone horribly wrong, they’ve got a tune for every lovable misfit out there.

Catch them on tour (if their GPS actually works this time), and remember their motto: “Breaking homes one chorus at a time!”

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