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[Verse 1]
Parked my rust-bit Dodge where the blacktop cracks,
River keeps time on abandoned tracks.
Heard of day-rate gravel work past Devil’s Ridge,
I’ll chase that rumor till the gas light quits.
[Chorus]
Tip that brimstone bourbon neat,
Hell runs cooler than this scorched-out street.
If Lucifer’s clerk’s got an open file,
I’d trade these blues for a burning mile.
[Verse 2]
Foreman flips quarters while our ribs keep score,
Shingles leak hymns through a tar-paper floor.
Sweat buys a minute, then the minute turns mean—
Hope’s just a ghost in a slot machine.
[Chorus]
Tip that brimstone bourbon neat,
Hell runs cooler than this scorched-out street.
If Lucifer’s clerk’s got an open file,
I’d trade these blues for a burning mile.
[Chorus]
Tip that brimstone bourbon neat,
Hell runs cooler than this scorched-out street.
If Lucifer’s clerk’s got an open file,
I’d trade these blues for a burning mile.

Last Call at the Furnace Line

“Ask the Road” is a lean, human anthem about carrying more than your own weight. Frost on a rusted gate, a fairground gone dark, gravel under boots—each scene tightens the question the chorus keeps turning back: What will you carry? The bridge strips away excuses and answers with a deed. Stomp-and-clap pulse, baritone warmth, crowd-ready callbacks. Built for rooms, for drives, for hard days that ask for mercy and truth in the same breath.

Ask the Road

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.

- Update: October, will hit back with something tasty.
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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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