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No one is to blame

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Slipped Out the Backdoor

Rediffusion de #creasync2025 du 01/12/2025, à la Cinémathèque française de Paris. 

Intervenant : Adrien Simonnet, music supervisor

Modération : Juan Tamayo, directeur artistique chez Budde Music

CréaSync 25 - Dialoguez avec Adrien Simonnet, music supervisor

SONGWRITER DEMO - AVAILABLE FOR Human Artist Cut/PLACEMENT/SYNC/Licensing
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This song is available for human artist cut, publishing, sync, and licensing.
This project is a songwriting showcase for human artists and publishers. One Stop. Own Master's.

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BMI Registered 
Songwriter: Timothy Sean Donahue
Publisher: Confessional Life Songwriting Publishing 
Can provide Stems.

Touch The Sky (Songwriter's Version)

My old band Slide's song reimagined as 90s grunge. Doesn't sound too much different than the original recording in 1998, just better singer/musicians/production. Sounds like a mix of Smashing Pumpkins, Nirvana, and Alice In Chains.

Judgement Day (90s Grunge)

Ty Greene / Songwriter & Publisher (ASCAP) Based in Central Alabama. Specializing in Modern Country, Southern Rock, and Grit-Soul. Currently seeking placements for established artists and sync licensing opportunities. Status: 100% cleared and available for artist cuts and sync licensing (Film, Prestige TV, and Trailers). Instrumental and high-quality stems available on request.

RIYL: Hozier, Father John Misty, Gang of Youths

"QUANTUM DUST" is a conceptually rich, high-octane alternative rock exploration of entropy, uncertainty, and human connection. It blends raw guitar energy with complex lyrical themes. That bridges physics and philosophy within an earthy, soulful rhythm. The song merges blue-collar realism with abstract thought, turning scientific theory into emotional metaphor. Each lyric reflects the tension between logic and longing, science and soul, intellect and instinct.

[VERSE 1]
There's a Schrödinger's box beside the barn
Where all my futures live and die at once
The observer effect's got me paralyzed
'Cause measuring the moment breaks the trance
I read Camus at the Texaco
Existential crisis, pump on nine
The absurd hero pushes up that stone
While I'm just pushing pickup trucks through time

[CHORUS]
We're all just quantum dust and certainty
Collapsing wave functions in the dirt
The entropy of everything we'll never be
Is written in the wrinkles of this shirt
So let's get relative before the light runs out
Before the universe forgets our names
We're quantum dust, baby, without a doubt
But even chaos follows certain chains

[VERSE 2]
There's a Heisenberg of want and need
Can't know my position and my speed
The more I pin down where my heart resides
The less I understand where it's trying to be
Got a flask of whiskey and a book of Frost
Two roads diverging in my rearview mirror
But the multiverse suggests I took them both
In timelines running parallel from here

[CHORUS]
We're all just quantum dust and certainty
Collapsing wave functions in the dirt
The entropy of everything we'll never be
Is written in the wrinkles of this shirt
So let's get relative before the light runs out
Before the universe forgets our names
We're quantum dust, baby, without a doubt
But even chaos follows certain chains

[BRIDGE]
They say the second law means everything decays
But maybe love's the only thing that breaks thermodynamics' ways
A local decrease while the cosmos burns
Every kiss defies what Newton learned
We're ordered chaos in a leather jacket
Riding lightning down a country road
The strange attractor of your smile's a magnet
Pulling sense from this epistemic load

[VERSE 3]
There's determinism in the way you leave
And free will in the way I let you go
The grandfather paradox of memories
Where changing how I feel might change what I know
So I'll sit here with my dialectics
Synthesis of gravel, grass, and sky
Thesis: staying hurts, antithesis: goodbye
The truth emerges where those tensions lie

[FINAL CHORUS]
We're all just quantum dust and certainty
Dancing on the edge of what we know
The probability of you and me
Was always gonna end this rodeo
But we got relative before the light ran out
Before the universe forgot our names
We're quantum dust, scattered all about
But damn, we burned like phosphorescent flames

[OUTRO]
Yeah, we're quantum dust...returning to the plains
Even stardust remembers...even stardust remains

Backseat Theology

Quantum Dust

"Dirt & Stars"
High-Energy Arena Country-Rock / Blue-Collar Anthem
100% cleared and available for established artist cuts and sync licensing (Sports/Commercial/TV). High-quality stems available on request.
Written & Published by Ty Greene (ASCAP).
​Contact for Placements: Tygreene365@gmail.com or DapperInk@mail.com
RIYL:  Luke Combs, Hardy, Chris Stapleton
"DIRT & STARS
Written & Produced: Ty Greene
I was born in a town where the factories died
Where the paint peels off and the good ones tried
To hold on to something that slipped away
But we're still standing at the break of day
My old man's hands built half this county line
Now I'm building dreams on his sacrifice

Yeah, we've been knocked down but we don't stay there
There's something in our blood, something in the air

We're made of dirt and stars, gasoline and grace
Blood, sweat, and scars on a weathered face
We don't back down when the thunder rolls
We've got fire in our hearts and fight in our souls
From the Rust belt to the Bible belt, we stand tall
We're the backbone, the believers, we've seen it all
Yeah, we're dirt and stars, we're who we are
American steel with a beating heart

There's a widow's son shipping out next week
Got his daddy's dog tags and his mama's beliefs
There's a farmer praying for rain again
While the diner waitress serves hope to working men
We might be rough around the edges, that's fine
But we'll give the shirt right off our spine

We've been written off more times than we recall
But we rise back up every time we fall

We're made of dirt and stars, gasoline and grace
Blood, sweat, and scars on a weathered face
We don't back down when the thunder rolls
We've got fire in our hearts and fight in our souls
From the Rust belt to the Bible belt, we stand tall
We're the backbone, the believers, we've seen it all
Yeah, we're dirt and stars, we're who we are
American steel with a beating heart

We plant our flags in the ground we till
We raise our sons on that shining hill
We're the graveyard shift and the Sunday song
The ones who stay when the rest are gone
When the world needs saving, we answer the call
The first ones charging, with your back against the wall

We're made of dirt and stars, lightning in our veins
Chasing down the sunset, dancing in the rain
We’re the generation, the brave and the bold
We carry our justice, the promise we hold
From the mountains to the main streets, we stand tall
We're the fighters, the dreamers, giving our all
Yeah, we're dirt and stars, we're who we are
American steel with a beating heart

Dirt and stars, that's who we are
Dirt and stars.... Feel this American heart

Dirt & Stars

Song is a fusion of rock and blues with an indie garage rock/root rock vibe.

Closer To The Sun

Set Me Free, Baby

Ty Greene / Songwriter & Publisher (ASCAP) Based in Central Alabama. Specializing in Modern Country, Country Pop-R&B, Southern Rock, Americana and Grit-Soul. Currently seeking placements for established artists and sync licensing opportunities. Status: 100% cleared and available for artist cuts and sync licensing (Film, Prestige TV, and Trailers). Instrumental and high-quality stems available on request.
Written and Published by Ty Greene (ASCAP)
Contact: tygreene365@gmail.com or dapperink@mail.com

"BACK FOR GOOD"
Written & Produced: Ty Greene

Thought I'd never see your face again
Lost in the silence where we used to be
But here you are, close enough to touch
And I can feel what we both used to believe

Days without you felt like years gone by
Tried to let go but you never left my mind

Back for good, we're starting over
I've been waiting for you to pull me closer
I've learned from every tear I've cried
Now I'll fight for what's worth the fight
Back for good, I'll never let you go

All the broken pieces that we left behind
Time hasn't changed this heart of mine
Your hand in mine feels like coming home
This time I swear you'll never be alone

I've walked through fire to understand 
That home was always in your hands

Back for good, we're starting over
I've been waiting for you to pull me closer
I've learned from every tear I've cried
Now I'll fight for what's worth the fight
Back for good, I'll never let you go

No more running, no more walls between us
Second chances don't come around like this
So take my hand, don't let this slip away

Back for good, we're starting over
I've been waiting for you to pull me closer
We've learned from every tear we've cried
Now we'll fight for what's worth the fight
Here you are and I'll never let you go
Back for good, you and I
Back for good, no more goodbyes

Back for good
No more tears, no more lies
Back for good
You and I
Back for good

Back For Good

Song about a blues musician touring on the road and missing his girlfriend. Music is a mix of blues and southern rock.

When The Curtain Falls

Country Grammar ( Hot Shit )
Written: Cornell Haynes ( Nelly ) & Jason Epperson ( Jay E )
Performed & Produced: Ty Greene 2026

Mmmmmmm I'm going down down baby, yo' street in a range rover
(boom)(boom) baby, uh uh, ready to let it go (Hot Shit)
Shimmy shimmy cocoa what? Listen to it pow
Light it up and take a puff, pass it to me now
I'm goin down down baby, yo' street in a Range Rover
(boom)(boom)baby, uh uh, ready to let it go
Shimmy shimmy cocoa what? Listen to it pow
Light it up and take a puff, pass it to me now

Mmmmm, you can find me in St. Louis rollin on dubs
Smokin on dubs in clubs
blowin up like cocoa puffs
Sippin Bud
gettin perved and getting dubbed
Daps and hugs
mean mugs
and shoulder shrugs
And it's all because, 'ccumulated enough stretch
just to navigate it, fully decorated on chrome
and it's candy painted
fans fainted while I'm entertainin
Wild ain't it
How me and money end up hangin, I hang with Hannibal Lector (Hot Shit) uh uh uh
so feel me when I bring it
Sing it loud (what?) I'm from the 'OH and I'm proud
Run a mile for the cause, I'm righteous above the law
Playa my style's raw, I'm "Born to Mack" like Todd Shaw
Forget the fame, and the glamour
Give me D's wit a rubber hammer
My grammar be's ebonics
gin tonic and chronic
scratch bionic it's ironic
slammin hatas like Onyx
Lunatics til the day I die
I run more game than the Bulls and Sonics

I'm goin down down baby, yo' street in a Range Rover
(boom)(boom)baby, uh uh, ready to let it go
Shimmy shimmy cocoa what? Listen to it pow
Light it up and take a puff, pass it to me now


Who say pretty boys can't be wild
Loud
O.K. Corral and its
Foul and its
run in the club and bust in the crowd then
How then
Ask me again and it's goin down then
Now then
come to the circus and watch me clown then
Poundin'
what you be givin when I'm around and
Frownin'
talkin that when I leave the town, then
Say now, can you hoes come out to play now
Hey I'm, ready to cut you up any day now
Play by, my rules Boo and you gon' stay high
May I answer yo' Third Question like A.I.
Say hi, to my playas left in the slamma
From St. Louis to Memphis
From Texas back up to Indiana, Chi-Town
K.C. Motown to Alabama
LA, New York Yankee sluggaz to Hotlanta
'ouisiana, gettin paid off this "Country Grammar"
Smokin in Savannah
Blow thirty mill' like I'm Hammer

I'm goin down down baby, yo' street in a Range Rover
(boom)(boom)baby, uh uh, ready to let it go
Shimmy shimmy cocoa what? Listen to it pow
Light it up and take a puff, pass it to me now

Let's show these cats to make these millions
So you quit actin silly, mon
Kid quicker than Billy, mon
Talkin really and I needed mon
Foes I kick em freely mon, 'specially off Remi, mon
Keys to my Beemer, mon
Holla at Beenie Man
See me, mon, cheifin rollin deeper than any mon
through Jennings mon, through UCity back up to Kingshighway
wit nice playaz, sheist playaz who snatch yo' life and they
Trife when they who produce and sell the same beat twice
(Hot Shit) with they Ice banging all over close
to never sober
From broke to havin paper
my price Range is Rover
Now I'm knockin like Jehovah
Let me in now, let me in now
Bill Gates, Donald Trump let me in now
Spin now, I got money to lend my friends now
We in now, candy Benz, Kenwood and 10"s now
I win now (Whoo!)(uhhh) lesbian twins now
Sin now, through the pen I make my in's now

Country Grammar ( Hot Shit)

Country Grammar Hot Shit (Cover)

Confessional Life Songwriting(Publishing/BMI): The Songwriting Catalog of Tim Donahue

Professionally crafted, human-written songs for artists, producers, and A&R.

ABOUT THE CATALOG We provide a ONE STOP solution for original music. Important: All lyrics, melodies, and arrangements are 100% original works. Non AI original demos are owned and held by me. AI technology is utilized strictly for demo B2B performances/vocals to showcase the composition's potential for your artists.

THE CATALOG PERSONAS We organize our diverse catalog through distinct personas:

Indie Pop Rock: The Social Confession

Alternative Rock: The Society of Unfortunate Gentlemen

Singer-Songwriter / R&B / Country / Folk: The Jacob Delaney Band

Pop / Modern Pop / Hip-Hop: MaieV

Indie Modern New Wave: Tuesdays On Mars (Coming Soon)

LICENSING & CONTACT For licensing, stems, and collaboration: 🌐 https://confessionallifesongwriting.com 📧 tsdmusic73@gmail.com

All songs © 2025 Confessional Life Songwriting Publishing. PRO: BMI.

Ty Greene / Songwriter & Publisher (ASCAP) Former Professional  Athlete & Special Forces Veteran. Based in Central Alabama. Specializing in Cinematic, Hip-Hop, Country Pop-R&B, Southern Rock, Americana and Grit-Soul. Currently seeking placements for established artists and sync licensing opportunities. Status: 100% cleared and available for artist cuts and sync licensing (Film, Prestige TV, and Trailers). Instrumental and high-quality stems available on request.
Written and Published by Ty Greene - DapperInk ASCAP 8040713
 
Contact: tygreene365@gmail.com or dapperink@mail.com

Songwriter/Lyricist/Producer (1998-2026). Contact me at alk3m1@yahoo.com for sync licensing, or for new original music for your production. Do not use or distribute for commercial use without my consent. ASCAP member since 2013. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED by ALK3M1 MUS1C (Alkemi Music).

La fédération EIFEIL a été créée en 2011 pour représenter et mettre en réseau les éditeurs de musique indépendants en France. Elle est un lien incontournable pour la professionnalisation, le développement et la pérennisation de nos métiers, du droit d’auteur et des emplois de ce secteur.

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