"When It’s Over" is a country ballad about living life with no regrets, embracing every moment, and leaving behind a legacy of love, adventure, and truth. With powerful storytelling, rich vocals, and a timeless melody, this song is for those who believe in living fully, loving deeply, and never looking back with sorrow. 🌅✨

When It's Over

"First (But Not The Last)" is a nostalgic country ballad about first love, heartbreak, and the journey of moving on. With heartfelt storytelling, soulful melodies, and a bittersweet edge, this song captures the feeling of young love that leaves a lasting mark. Some flames burn bright, but not all are meant to last. 🔥💔

First (But, Not The Last)

"Embers and Excuses" is a fiery country anthem about betrayal, heartbreak, and taking back your power. With raw storytelling, powerhouse vocals, and a driving southern rock edge, this song is for every woman who’s had enough and isn’t looking back. If you’ve ever walked away from the flames and found freedom in the ashes, this one’s for you. 🔥🎶

Embers and Excuses

"Oklahoma (Won’t Let Go)" is a heartfelt country ballad about chasing dreams, finding success, and realizing that home is where the heart truly belongs. With rich storytelling, soulful vocals, and melodies that feel like a front porch sunset, this song is for anyone who’s ever left but never really let go. Some places just stay with you forever. 🌾✨

Oklahoma (Won't Let Go)

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[Verse 1]
She showed up late in a neon kayak
Said, “My ex took the truck, so I’m paddlin’ back”
Had a mullet wig and a snakeskin vest
Pulled out a churro and said, “This is my best.”
We hit the road in my grandpa’s van
Got a baby goat and a karaoke plan
Rolled up slow to the county fair
Blasting polka remixes like we just don’t care

[Chorus]
Bottoms up on a Tuesday night
With a kiddie pool full of Miller Lite
Got a boom box taped to a scarecrow’s arm
And a petting zoo set off the fire alarm
She’s twerkin’ in boots on a lawn chair throne
With a raccoon wearin’ my cologne
Ain’t classy, but it sure feels right—
Just a tractor tappin’ love song kinda night

[Verse 2]
She said, “You ever slow danced in a pigpen?”
I said, “Only twice—but I’d do it again.”
She stole the crown from the corn dog queen
While I air-fried bacon on a trampoline
The sheriff came, but he joined the jam
Did the worm in boots and broke his ham
Somebody's grandma brought apple pie
Spiked with something that made a goat cry

[Chorus]
Bottoms up on a Tuesday night
With a kiddie pool full of Miller Lite
Got a boom box taped to a scarecrow’s arm
And a petting zoo set off the fire alarm
She’s twerkin’ in boots on a lawn chair throne
With a raccoon wearin’ my cologne
Ain’t classy, but it sure feels right—
Just a tractor tappin’ love song kinda night

[Final Chorus]
Bottoms up where the weird feels right
Like a jello shot fight at prom night lite
Got a hay bale throne and a turkey band
With a tuba solo from a one-armed man
She’s moonwalkin' in a snorkel mask
Shoutin’ “YEEHAW” like it’s her full-time task
We ain’t fancy, but our hearts took flight—
In a tractor tappin’ love song kinda night

Tractor Tappin’ Love Song

Through sleepless nights and heartache, music became my light—a way to heal, connect, and embrace life's journey. From small-town barns to dance floors alive with joy, every place and face tell stories that shape my soul. A guitar, a dream, and Rosie’s wise words remind me: life’s fleeting, so ignite your passion and shine. This country boy's story is one chord at a time, all in perfect harmony

Thirty Somethin

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[Verse 1]
I was raised by neon lights and barroom fights,
A rebel born beneath the midnight skies.
On a runaway train, my life's been rolling,
Fueled by whiskey, trouble, and lies.
Got scars carved deep, and debts piled high,
Wearing sins like they're medals of pride.
But out of the blue came salvation dressed in white,
Girl, you turned this outlaw's tide.

[Chorus]
You've got me leaving shadows behind,
Trading reckless nights for peace of mind.
A drifter anchored by your touch,
Didn't know redemption could mean this much.
Was running wild, till your love set me free,
An angel's battle, turning a rebel like me.

[Verse 2]
Never thought you'd break through walls this thick,
Walls built from heartache, steel, and brick.
But your touch cuts right through leather and ink,
And I'm feeling things I swore I'd never think.
Once bound to freedom, alone I would roam,
Now freedom tastes sweeter when you're my home.
You've turned my wandering heart around,
This old sinner's finally settling down.

[Chorus]
You've got me leaving shadows behind,
Trading reckless nights for peace of mind.
A drifter anchored by your touch,
Didn't know redemption could mean this much.
Was running wild, till your love set me free,
An angel's battle, turning a rebel like me.

[Bridge]
Yeah, you loved me harder than my demons could fight,
With every kiss, you're rewriting my life.
Thought redemption was a road too steep,
But here you are, laying next to me.

[Chorus]
You've got me leaving shadows behind,
Trading reckless nights for peace of mind.
A drifter anchored by your touch,
Didn't know redemption could mean this much.
Was running wild, till your love set me free,
An angel's battle, turning a rebel like me.

Anchored by an Angel

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[Verse 1]
Mailman dropped another bruise-blue bill,
Wallet’s thinner than a sawgrass quill.
But buried under late-fee screams
Lay a sun-bleached photo cracked at the seams.
Bench-seat Chevy, July-night heat,
Crickets crowd-surfing that back-road beat.
Twelve-gauge laughter, bottle-rocket sparks,
Scratchin’ our names in the county park.
[Chorus]
Red-clay renegades, jukebox hurricanes,
Sweat-stained prophets of the two-lane plains.
Fuel gauge flirting with the capital “E,”
Raise one high for the chaos—wild and free.
That was us.
[Verse 2]
Meet for a game, pretend we’ve grown,
Then the scoreboards fade and the legend’s on.
Talk gets loud like a two-lane hymn,
Braggin’ on nights we forgot to end.
Gulf-breeze kiss and a Mardi-Gras grin,
Truck-bed throne rolling bourbon within.
Flip-cup kings with a half-shot crown,
Turned the strip to a carnival town.
[Chorus]
Red-clay renegades, jukebox hurricanes,
Sweat-stained prophets of the two-lane plains.
Fuel gauge flirting with the capital “E,”
Raise one high for the chaos—wild and free.
That was us.
[Bridge]
Clock keeps ticking, but the needle sticks
When a bar-room band hits those drone-string licks.
Gray in the beard, yet the wild won’t fade—
One chord strikes and we’re back in the parade.
[Chorus]
Red-clay renegades, jukebox hurricanes,
Sweat-stained prophets of the two-lane plains.
Fuel gauge flirting with the capital “E,”
Raise one high for the chaos—wild and free.
That was, that is, that’ll always be us.

Rust-Red Time Machine

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[Verse 1]
Old flatbed Ford on a red‑clay lane,
Backfire pops like a box‑car train.
Moonshine grin underneath my brim,
Friday‑night sin runs rim‑to‑rim.
[Chorus]
Ride along, feel that four‑speed roar,
Bonfire sparks on the creek‑side shore.
Crank up Hank ’til the speakers fry,
Swing your girl ’neath a cornbread sky.
Same two chords keep rollin’ strong,
You’ll sell your soul for that old‑school song.
[Verse 2]
You’ve heard tailgate tales of Daisy Dukes,
Honky‑tonk heroes and barroom jukes.
Just wait ’til she spins when the fiddle slides,
Boot‑heel thunder where the river rides.
[Chorus]
Hang loose, watch the sawdust twirl,
Neon halo ’round a Wrangler girl.
Let her tune that country dial,
She’ll steal your heart in a single mile.
Same two chords—truth we own,
Once it hooks ya, it won’t leave ya alone.
[Bridge]
Come Sunday morn, the pew sits still,
Choir‑house echoes across the hill.
Bow your head when the preacher speaks,
Grace runs deep in the rolling creeks.
[Chorus]
Fire up that Ford when the prayers are done,
Carry that hymn like a loaded gun.
Same two chords on a beat‑up box,
Holy riot under feed‑store clocks.
Cornbread sky and the dust we stir,
That same old song still cures what hurts.

Whiskey‑Wired Choir

🎶 Donald Stuart Seigal a.k.a.ANTHEMan™ – Mother’s Day Song (Official Audio)

Just in time for Mother’s Day 2025, Donald Stuart Seigal aka ANTHEMan™ releases a heartfelt, spiritual country anthem: “Mother’s Day Song.”

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This front-porch-style ballad is a soulful thank-you to all the moms, grandmas, stepmoms, foster moms, and women who’ve stepped up with unconditional love. Featuring warm vocals, emotional guitar work, and vivid lyrics like:

“Every day I thank the Lord, I say thank you.”
“Thank you mama.”
“All the things you’ve done for me — thank you.”

It’s a song for anyone who’s ever whispered a prayer of thanks for the woman who raised them.

🌸 Share it, tag your mom, and send this track as a musical Mother's Day card.
🎧 Best enjoyed while walking in the park, cooking brunch, or looking through old family photos.

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Mother's Day Song

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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!”

Constellatio North is a Canadian song writer Transcending borders & genres—A chameleon of sound. A lyrical smith crafting vivid emotions, boundless music, and messages for the world. Inspired by love, loss & the human journey.

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