Written around the solar eclipse and migrating to the USA, this song is an ode to new beginnings and striving for a brighter future. 
Released 2nd September 2025 on Same Cloth Records

Lyrics:

Look how far we have come
From the place where we begun Looking over my shoulder how I can see
Weʼre just one big family
And the history repeats
Itʼs like your favourite feel-good show on tv

But if you watch it back
Without the laughter track
You know it so ainʼt funny, you know it ainʼt the same
I want a new silver screen
I want a brand new scene
I wanna burn the script, and start it over again

Come on and share
Share in our hopes
Come on and share in our pain
One road is ending
Another road begins
Come on letʼs do it over again

I took a trip out west, St. Louis
To wait for the eclipse
Wet my head in the river so wide
I paid the ferryman to go
He only brought me to and fro
He said Iʼm not ready for the other side

Iʼm like a slate, clean and new
Yeah, I knew just what to do
I gotta shake this sorrow
I gotta break these chains
I know itʼs hard to change your shape
But the circle has to break
And so we try, by and by, to start over again

Instrumental chorus

Look how weʼve come so far
We sleep under the stars
And we dance by the waxing moon
Here on this river bend
We can wet our heads again
A hundred times, or a hundred more

Itʼs not some cheap snake oil
Itʼs not some magic cure-it-all
But even a snake knows when to shed itʼs skin
‘Cause seven years can fly by
Itʼll flash before your eyes
And I just hope you and I can to do it over again

Come on and share
Share in our hopes
Come on and share in our pain
One road is ending
Another road begins
Come on letʼs do it over again
Come on letʼs do it over again


Song and lyrics by Alicia Best and Robert Jackson
Copyright A Different Thread 2024

Over Again

Lyrics:

We used to write letters 
Whatever happened to letter writing 
I used to know intimate details 
Of your every day 
We used to take long walks 
No matter the weather 
We used to just talk until there was 
Nothing left to say 

Come on home Molly 
The rooms are empty 
Let’s walk like ghosts through the halls of the old house 
Come on home molly 
Dusk is falling 
And I know that you’ve moved on to somewhere else 

We used to have a good cry 
Whatever happened to body shaking 
You used to just take the time to hold me tight 
We used to have silences 
But Molly, not like this 
I guess it is too late to 
Set things right 

Come on home Molly (come on home Molly) 
The rooms are empty (the rooms are empty) 
Let’s walk like ghosts through the halls of the old house 
Come on home molly (come on home Molly) 
Dusk is falling (dusk is falling) 
And I know that you’ve moved on to somewhere else 

Who made the dress in the photograph 
You made me promise I would sew it for you 
The two of you stand in the tall grass 
Oh you’re so far away 
From the Molly I knew 

Come on home Molly 
The rooms are empty 
Let’s walk like ghosts through the halls of the old house 
Come on home molly (come on home Molly) 
Dusk is falling (dusk is falling) 
And I know that you’ve moved on to somewhere else 

Yeah we’ve all moved on 
Yeah we’ve all moved on 
We’ve all moved on Molly 



Lyrics and song by Robert Jackson and Alicia Best Copyright A Different Thread 2024

Come on Home Molly

Lyrics and music by Rowdy Miller

She was a whisky drinking
camel smokin 
deep frying
queen of the south

She kissed her mom and daddy 
and every boy in town with her
sailor mouth

Every Friday night
she slippin out the back door
and headin’ to town

Yeah she lookin’ for a good time and
Never say no
when a cowboy comes ‘round

Jimmy was a South Texas
rough necking
son of a gun 

He did some time up in Huntsville
when the sheriff caught him on the run

but he’s been clean
for a spell now he’s just coming off parole

Yeah life was lookin’ up for Jimmy
until the night he met Jeannie
on the dance floor

Aww hell, here comes trouble
Yeah there’s trouble on the dance floor
Just back up and watch the show
Jimmy and Jeannie
Gonna go go go

Jeannie caught his eye
now they’re dancing
like a house on fire

They were two-steppin’
Dip flippin’
bouncin’ like birds on a wire

Then a crowd gathered ‘round
they were clappin’ and
cheering ‘em on

Ol’ Jimmie didn’t know
Jeannie had a man
who was madder ‘an hell
when he made the band stop the song

Aww hell, here comes trouble
Yeah there’s trouble on the dance floor
Just back up and watch the show
Jimmy and Jeannie
Gonna go go go

Well Jeannie’s man
thought he had the upper hand
Made a fateful choice
That he would take a stand
He stepped up to Jimmie 
Toe to toe
Knocked his hat
On the floor
Jimmie hit him with a country right
and the fight was on
somewhere in the melee
someone pulled a switch blade
Now Jeannie’s man is dead
On the floor
Someone called the constable
But the hall was full
And when they looked around
Two were gone
Aw hell
There goes trouble

Here Comes Trouble

Whomp Whack Thunder

Tailspin

Hvízdání (Insania cover)

Dirty, filthy, rotten, stinkin!

He's my cherry pie!
Nose full of poppers, thighs for the guys
Tastes so good, make a grown man cry
Sweet cherry pie!

Fuckin’ on the porch,
Fuckin’ on the lawn,
Fuckin’ anywhere — the wife’s long gone.
Fuckin’ to the left, suckin’ to the right,
Shootin’ meth and fuckin’ all night.
Yeah, yeah!

Fuckin’ in the living room, lickin’ in the kitchen,
Hemorrhoids burnin’ from too much shittin’.
Fuckin’ in there ‘cause he wanted me to feed him,
Stirred up his brown eye with my big beater.
I scream, you scream, we all scream for him —
Don’t you dare ignore this rim!

He's my cherry pie,
Nose full of poppers and wears thigh highs.
Tastes so good, make a grown man cry,
Sweet cherry pie — oh yeah!
He's my sweet cherry pie.

Fuckin’ in the butt, soft then hard,
Fuckin’ in the face, in the back of my car.
Ain’t got money, ain’t got gas,
But we don’t need much to dive in that ass.

 Fuckin’ in the bathroom, suckin’ on the toilet, 
Tried for a blumpkin, but his gay ass spoiled it.
 Out popped a turd — eight inches or more (too gay!)
I said, “I ain’t lickin’ that booty no more.”

He's my cherry pie, 
Leave a gap in your ass, ten miles wide
 Tastes so good, make a grown man cry, 
Sweet cherry pie — oh yeah! 
He's my sweet cherry pie.
Sweet cherry pie
Sweet cherry pie!

Cherry Pie

They call it God’s love, but it feels like a cage
A belt in the back and a holy man’s rage
Tried to pray the gay away with a paddle and shame
But all their crosses burn the same
Preacher said, “Don’t touch your dick, it’s sin”
While unzipping his pants with a serpentine grin
I was thirteen, scared, and bound to explode
Now I dream of blood in that chapel row

 It’s penis inspection day
Christians have stripped my rights away
Say they don’t know if I’m a girl or man
You bastards can suck my balls
I’ll leave your corpses in these halls
We’ll see how tough you are when shit hits the fan 
 
They said I was dirty for wearing eyeliner
But Brother Paul’s breath smelled just like minors
They dunked my head in a tub of shame
While whisperin' Jesus and screamin’ my name
No more chapel, no more lies
No more teachers starin' between my thighs
God might forgive but I won’t forget
And I’m writin’ psalms in my bayonet

 It’s penis inspection day
Christians have stripped my rights away
Say they don’t know if I’m a girl or man
You bastards can suck my balls
I’ll leave your corpses in these halls
We’ll see how tough you are when shit hits the fan 

They said it was love, and I learned to agree—
God works in ways that don’t make sense to me.
If I bleed for Him, maybe that’s the price…
Some souls get saved through sacrifice.

 It’s penis inspection day
Christians have stripped my rights away
Now I don't know if I'm a girl or man...

Penis Inspection Day

AIN’T MUCH OF A LIFE
Another day I worked my fingers to the bone
Rent is brutal when you’re goin’ it alone
I could have a vacation if I put it on a credit card
Havin’ a life these days is gettin’ pretty hard

CHORUS
So, if you’re wonderin’ where I been
I been stayin’ here at home
Puttin’ songs up on Soundcloud
Watchin’ Netflix all alone
Ain’t much of a life
And it ain’t a life I chose
Ain’t much of a life
But that’s just the way it goes

Can’t recall the last time I went out to a bar
Tryin’ to save wear an’ tear on my car
So, weekends I take my dog for walks in the neighborhood
As bad as things are I should be knockin’ on wood, and

If you’re wonderin’ where I been
I been stayin’ here at home
Puttin’ songs up on Soundcloud
Watchin’ Netflix all alone
Ain’t much of a life
And it ain’t a life I chose
Ain’t much of a life
But that’s just the way it goes, ‘cuz

Some of us are poor and some of us are rich
Seems more of us are poor these days and that’s a b*tch
But we do the best we can with what little we may have
Pray like hell you win the lottery, take your life back

CHORUS
If you’re wonderin’ where I been
I been stayin’ here at home
Puttin’ songs up on Soundcloud
Watchin’ Netflix all alone
Ain’t much of a life
And it ain’t a life I chose
Ain’t much of a life
But that’s just the way it goes

[Music]

CHORUS
If you’re wonderin’ where I been
I been stayin’ here at home
Puttin’ songs up on Soundcloud
Watchin’ Netflix all alone
Ain’t much of a life
And it ain’t a life I chose
Ain’t much of a life
But that’s just the way it goes..

© 2025 Renee La Chapelle – All Rights Reserved


AIN’T MUCH OF A LIFE

A lively, pedal-steel-driven Texas shuffle honoring Ray Price's timeless style.

You Tell Me You That Really Love Me

A modern outlaw-country protest song with heart, grit, and conviction.
Beau Shafton reflects on the state of the nation — from his granddad’s stories of WWII to the fading freedoms of today. It’s a call to stand up, speak out, and reclaim the soul of America… before it’s too late.

This Ain't Right (For America)

Backing Track provided by JamTracksChannel ==> https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qgHYKako4Bc&t=6s

SOMEBODY’S GOTTA TAKE THE FALL
Got into a tiff with your old lady last night
Ain’t been treatin’ her right and you know it
Now, she’s doin’ the leavin’, you’re doin’ the cryin’
Risin’ above it you gotta forgo it

A foreign body has infiltrated the White House
Congress and the Senate do as they’re told
President’s but a high-paid puppet
And the second-time around he’s lookin’ old

CHORUS
Somebody’s gotta take the fall
Oh, and somebody’s gotta make the call
You may feel high above it all
But somebody’s gotta take the fall

There can only be one black sheep of the family
And just like that lowly housemaid
Something gets broken, somethin’ goes missin’
Cranky customer callin’ a spade a spade

Somebody’s gotta take the fall
Oh, and somebody’s gotta make the call
You may feel high above it all
But somebody’s gotta take the fall

[Music]

And the One who takes the most falls of all
Is the One who gets the most blame
No greater scapegoat has there ever been
Than the One with the holiest name

Somebody’s gotta take the fall
Like somebody’s gotta make the call
You may feel high above it all
But somebody’s gotta take the fall, one more

Somebody’s gotta take the fall
Oh, and somebody’s gotta make the call
You may feel high above it all
But somebody, somebody’s gotta take the fall

You may feel high above it all
But somebody’s gotta take the fall.


© 2025 Renee La Chapelle – All Rights Reserved


Somebody’s Gotta Take The Fall

This outlaw country track is all grit and no redemption. Turn it up and ride. 

Wanted Man

Somewhere, I gotta draw the line
Tired of folding just to make shit fine
Why’s it always me who bends and breaks?
Where’s the help when everything shakes?
You call it “my fault”? Say I’m to blame?
Ain’t that cute? That ain’t how we built this game
This ain’t the deal we were told to trust
And now I’m screaming just to not combust

But I can’t be loud – can’t raise my tone
Gotta bite my tongue and walk alone
She spins her tale with that angel face
While she paints me into some dark disgrace

I can’t even be mad
’Cause when I snap, I’m the bad one, right?
She got the lies, the charm, the spotlight
Turns our boy into a weapon at night
Yeah, I’m the danger, I’m the storm
While she plays victim in perfect form
I can’t even be mad…
But I am –
God, I am

She gaslights me ‘til I doubt my mind
Pushes buttons just to watch me unwind
Her smile’s a blade with sugar on top
Cuts me open and calls it love nonstop
She’s poison dressed in poetry
But y’all just see her sweet routine
You think I’m crazy? You might be right –
But tell me who lit the fucking fight

Look –
She got the world in her palm,
I got scars on my soul
She talks real calm
While I lose control
Y’all don’t see the games
Y’all don’t feel the war
She slams the door
Then says I’m the roar
It ain’t fair –
I’m a man, not a ghost
But when I speak truth
She plays it the most

I can’t even be mad
’Cause when I break, y’all call it abuse
But you ain’t seen her cut me loose
Say I’m the fire – she lit the fuse
Now I’m the monster in the news
I can’t even be mad…
But I am –
God, I am

So here’s your justice, here’s your peace
You get her smile – I get no release
You get her tears – I get the blame
She walks away…
I burn in shame

Parental Alienation

Songs for Gamers <Vol. 1> By Gynnifer B

Rollin' that Jeep

Have you ever felt like looking life or someone in the face and saying no more? This is you anthem! This is our most streamed single on YouTube, Spotify and Apple Music. 

Stand My Ground

Vers 1:
I was born a boy, got milk from a breast
It calmed me down, it gave me rest
We learn so young, what we like the most
Yeah, we grow up loving boobs – that’s no boast

Refräng:
I'm just a man
And I like tits
A gentle touch, and feel how it fits
Some call ’em boobs, I call ’em jugs
Then I wrap ’em up in big warm hugs
Awesome bosoms, they stir me blind
But I’m ready to see what’s under your kind
Look at your hills —
I feel the thrills
I like your knockers
’Cause I’m just a man
Yes...
’Cause I’m just a man

Vers 2:
Teenage days, chasing dreams and scenes
The world explodes – and we chase the queens
Your first big thought when love begins
Is: “Wow – my friend just grew some twins”

Refräng:
I'm just a man
And I like tits
A gentle touch, and feel how it fits
Some call ’em boobs, I call ’em jugs
Then I wrap ’em up in big warm hugs
Awesome bosoms, they stir me blind
But I’m ready to see what’s under your kind
Look at your hills —
I feel the thrills
I like your knockers
’Cause I’m just a man
Yes...
’Cause I’m just a man

Vers 3:
Now I’m grown, can’t sleep at night
I work all day, but still ain’t right
Thinkin’ ’bout love, the future plan
To marry and get full boob access, man

Then I’m old, and in a chair
But young sweet nurses everywhere
At the nursing home, I still feel grand
And why’s that? ’Cause I’m just a man

Refräng (sista):
I'm just a man
And I like tits
A gentle touch, and feel how it fits
Some call ’em boobs, I call ’em jugs
Then I wrap ’em up in big warm hugs
Awesome bosoms, they stir me blind
But I’m ready to see what’s under your kind
Look at your hills —
I feel the thrills
I like your knockers
’Cause I’m just a man
Yes...
’Cause I’m just a man
15 juni 2025 kl. 18:24


Cause I’m just a man (I like tits)

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Much love from the USA,
Renee

Robby Rockabilly is the artist name and avatar of singer-songwriter Robert Adolfsson from the Nordic country Sweden. He writes and produces his own lyrics, plays guitar and keyboard, and sings.

He creates both acoustic music and songs produced with the help of AI in the final stages.
Robby loves making music in genres like rock’n’roll, pop rock, old-school rockabilly, and fusion styles that blend rock, country, pop, and hard rock.
Thank you for listening and liking my music!

A home for genre, mind, and smoothie blending music. Country, glam-pop, hip-hop, rock and beyond — we do it all.

We are a Bakersfield-inspired band playing “California-Country Music”, based on the life, travels and songs of Attila Viola, inspired by the Masters who came before us like Merle Haggard, Dwight Yoakam, Johnny Cash, Waylon Jennings, Johnny Paycheck, and more. Our music sticks to the script of the traditional Bakersfield Sound, but also blends in some very hard and strong guitar work as well as a more contemporary, very high-energy backbeat. We play shows from Barrooms to County Fairs to Private Shows and everything else in between.

Mason Jar Moonshine is a Southern-born lyricist turning life into song. With a pen dipped in grit and heartache, MJM writes country and Southern rock anthems soaked in soul, struggle, and spiritual depth. Every track carries the weight of lived experience — stories of small towns, broken roads, redemption, and real backbone.

Blending outlaw country roots with raw honesty, Mason Jar Moonshine doesn’t chase trends — he honors the tradition of truth-telling through music. Though he doesn’t sing or play instruments himself, MJM brings his songs to life with the help of AI-powered vocals and carefully crafted production, making sure every lyric lands exactly how it was meant to.

Whether you're nursing a heartbreak, finding faith in the fire, or just chasing that Southern sound, Mason Jar Moonshine delivers lyrics that hit like a shot of truth straight from the jar.

“One road is ending, another road begins, come on let’s do it over again” - A Different Thread

Some things are just meant to be. Alicia Best (US) and Robert Jackson (UK) met while busking on the cobbled streets of Ireland and discovered both a musical and personal harmony that was serendipitous. In the decade since forming A Different Thread, Best and Jackson have taken their act on the road, touring over a dozen countries, supporting artists such as The Milk Carton Kids and Jody Stephens (Big Star), and garnering critical praise from the likes of Folk Radio UK, which hailed the duo as “warm, deep songwriters that have drank from the well of 20th century tradition.”

Their new album, Over Again (out Sep 2nd 25’), was written during a period of transition, marked by their arrival stateside and a solar eclipse. Recording began in their tiny home studio, continued in Sylvan Esso's Betty's (The Mountain Goats, Watchhouse), and finished at Alma Vale Studio (Phantom Limb/Yola, Elles Bailey) in the UK. 

Their sound is transcontinental, blending Jackson's British folk rock background with Best's North Carolina-bred alt-country melodies. Informed by their life experiences (navigating visas, vanlife, love across oceans) and liberal commentary on both environmental and social justice topics, the album mixes electric guitars with Appalachian dulcimer, gospel-tinged vocals with honky-tonk fiddle. While inspired by artists like Gillian Welch, The Avett Brothers, and John Prine, A Different Thread maintain a distinct sound that is all their own. 

Alicia and Robert see the creation of Over Again as a testament to the power that music has to heal and transform: “For us, this album marks a new beginning—like a rebirth—as we shed negative cycles to work towards a brighter future.”

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