A heartbreak ballad drenched in seasonal sorrow and Southern soul.

“Carolina Blue” is a hauntingly beautiful reflection on love lost and the landscapes that won’t let you forget. Set against the fading warmth of a Southern autumn, the song explores how cherished places—Charleston’s cobblestones, the beaches of the Carolinas—become ghostly reminders when the one you love is gone.

With poetic lyrics and a melancholic acoustic feel, Demming captures the ache of nostalgia, where every memory once painted in vibrant color now feels shaded in a lonesome gray. And when the chorus lands with “cause you’re gone now… and turned my Carolina blue,” it delivers one of the most emotionally resonant hooks you’ll hear—a line that hits like a chill wind and lingers long after the final note.

Perfect for fans of Megan Moroney, Carly Pearce & Taylor Swift, “Carolina Blue” is the kind of song that stays with you—especially when the leaves fall and the air gets quiet.

Carolina Blue

dear diary

shapeshifter

Dear Diary

no more no more

All these fucking men that I want are just so great 
How do you sleep at night knowing you stole someone’s heart for days and nights
With all of that power you can take over the world 
How you fuck with me easily and drop me down like a doll 

But…

I just wanted you, not me and you, just you 
(Just tell them that)
Just you
(Just tell them that)
I just wanted you, not me and you, just you
(It’s true) 
Just you
(It’s true)

Call your mama, call your entire family trees that you finally made it 

I am so proud of you, so obsessed with your ego 
The way you slided your jokes at me it felt just like volcano 
I feel so hot inside and you’re ten times cooler than me 
I wanna give you that crown, I am gonna bow down
Look at all the people lining up to kiss you, you know I can fight too…

I just wanted you, not me and you, just you 
(Just tell them that)
Just you
(Just tell them that)
I just wanted you, not me and you, just you
(It’s true) 
Just you
(It’s true)


You broke my heart, I made a weapon 
it’s not meant to hurt you, I made it so i can 
can stop me from you
can stop me from you 
can stop me from you 
You broke my heart, I made a weapon 
it’s not meant to hurt you, I made it so i can 
can stop me from you
can stop me from you 
can stop me from you 

You broke my heart, I made a weapon 
it’s not meant to hurt you, I made it so i can 
can stop me from you
can stop me from you 
can stop me from you 
You broke my heart, I made a weapon 
it’s not meant to hurt you, I made it so i can 
can stop me from you
can stop me from you 
can stop me from you

I just wanted you, not me and you, just you

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Dear Diary, 

I have a story to confess
I just need to get it off my chest
I did something so salacious
Let’s keep it on a need to know basis

Dear Diary, 

I have a dirty little secret
You’re the only one I trust to keep it
Hush hush, on the down low
Hidden underneath the pillow

Last night I was sleeping in his bed
and scratching his head
and kissing his neck
I was starry eyed, he was Van Gogh
He’s my ex, I should’ve said no 

But once he started grabbing my hips
and licking his lips
I couldn’t resist
I went further than I should go
Signed his body

Xoxo

Dear Diary,

I’m telling you this in confidence
Please don’t share it with an audience
It’s so much more than they can handle
If they found out it’d be a scandal

Dear Diary,

Typically, I’m a good girl
I wear my sunday dress and pearls
But between us, I‘d do it all again
He felt more like heaven than a sin 

Last night I was sleeping in his bed
and scratching his head
and kissing his neck
I was shipwrecked, he was Leo
It was going down, I couldn’t let go

‘Cause once he started
grabbing my hips
and licking his lips
I couldn’t resist
I went further than I should go
Signed his body

Xoxo

I’d take the fifth if I had to testify
I’d make up a lie, I’d give an alibi
I’d be clueless
But the truth is…

Last night I was sleeping in his bed
and scratching his head
and kissing his neck
I was starry eyed, he was Van Gogh
He’s my ex, I should’ve said no 

But once he started grabbing my hips
and licking his lips
I couldn’t resist
I went further than I should go
Signed his body

Xoxo

Last night I was sleeping in his bed
and scratching his head
and kissing his neck
I was shipwrecked, he was Leo
It was going down, I couldn’t let go

‘Cause once he started grabbing my hips
and licking his lips
I couldn’t resist
I went further than I should go
Signed his body

Xoxo

Tortured poet or a showgirl, tell me who you chose to be
Did you trade your ink for glitter, did you sell your melody?
Was the spotlight worth the silence, was the fame worth losing me?
Tortured poet or a showgirl… which mask did you believe?
She wrote in journals, not in gloss
Sang to mirrors, not to applause
Her words were thunder, raw and wild
But they told her, “Smile like a child”
She wore her heartbreak like a crown
But they said, “Girl, tone it down”
So she stitched her pain into a dress
And danced her truth into finesse
They gave her stages, gave her gold
But never let her soul unfold
She learned to sparkle, learned to spin
But lost the girl she was within
Tortured poet or a showgirl, tell me what they made you choose
Did you trade your truth for trophies, did you paint your pain in rouge?
Was the glitter worth the grieving, was the silence worth the sound?
Tortured poet or a showgirl… did they build you just to drown?
She wrote a verse they called too sad
So she danced instead, made the critics glad
She kissed the cameras, played the part
But buried lyrics in her heart
She wore sequins over scars
Sang of love beneath the stars
But every cheer felt like a theft
Of the girl who hadn’t left
They gave her fame, they gave her fear
But never let her voice be clear
She learned to pose, learned to please
But lost the right to grieve with ease
Tortured poet or a showgirl, tell me what they made you choose
Did you trade your truth for trophies, did you paint your pain in rouge?
Was the glitter worth the grieving, was the silence worth the sound?
Tortured poet or a showgirl… did they build you just to drown?
She’s the verse they never read
She’s the tear they dressed in red
She’s the truth behind the show
She’s the ache they’ll never know
Tortured poet or a showgirl
She’s both, and she’s neither
She’s the fire they tried to bottle
She’s the storm they called a teaser
Now she sings with open wounds
In sold-out halls and silver moons
But every note still asks the cost
Of all the selves that she has lost
Tortured poet or a showgirl, tell me what they made you choose
Did you trade your truth for trophies, did you paint your pain in rouge?
Was the glitter worth the grieving, was the silence worth the sound?
Tortured poet or a showgirl… did they build you just to drown?
Tortured poet or a showgirl, tell me who you chose to be
Did you trade your ink for glitter, did you sell your melody?
Was the spotlight worth the silence, was the fame worth losing me?
Tortured poet or a showgirl… now the world will never see.


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xoxo, Brooke 🤍💋

Brooke Justus is a lyricist who burst onto the music scene in June 2024. Since then, she has crafted more than 50 original songs that explore the highs and lows of life with raw honesty, poetic depth, and a touch of whimsy. From the playful romance of Dear Diary to the gut-wrenching vulnerability of Even If It’s In A Dream, her music is as diverse as the emotions that fuel it.

Each song is more than just a melody—it’s an experience, meant to be read as you listen. Hidden within the lyrics are subtle clues, layered meanings, and echoes of other songs, weaving a tapestry of stories that unfold over time. Together, they tell one larger narrative: her unfiltered emotional spectrum, captured in real time. Brooke’s lyrics aren’t just heard—they’re felt and seen, inviting listeners on a journey through love, loss, ambition, and everything in between.

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Demming Bass is a Southern songwriter with a Caribbean soul, crafting lyrics that feel like front-porch firesides, barefoot beaches, and bold-hearted beginnings.

Rooted in Southern storytelling and inspired by island rhythms, Demming writes emotionally rich, radio-ready songs that span country, pop, reggae, and Americana. His lyrics draw from real life. College porch parties, heartbreaks, coastal escapes, faith, and fatherhood—creating songs that feel lived-in, not imagined.

A Carolina native and veteran storyteller by trade, Demming helped global brands like StoryBrand, Google, The Elf on the Shelf, and others connect with audiences through powerful, emotionally resonant storytelling. That same instinct now fuels his songwriting, crafting lyrics that move people, linger long after the last note, and feel instantly familiar yet undeniably fresh.

Artists and publishers looking for songs that blend commercial appeal with emotional resonance, lyrical originality, and unforgettable hooks will find all of that in Demming’s catalog. His songs are tailored to connect and built with vivid imagery, catchy choruses, and universal truths that speak directly to the heart.

A proud dad to twin daughters and someone who’s never met a stranger, Demming brings empathy, warmth, and a zest for life into every song. He writes about unforgettable people and moments. Quiet and loud, joyful and aching - the kind that shape us and stay with us forever.

Influenced by old-school greats like James Taylor, Jimmy Buffett, and Bob Marley, and today’s hitmakers from Kenny Chesney and Zac Brown to Darius Rucker and Old Dominion, Demming writes songs that blend vivid imagery, clever hooks, emotional truth, and unforgettable melodies.

He writes not for accolades, but for connection and for the love of the craft, the joy of storytelling, and the hope that someone, somewhere, hears a little of their own story in his songs.

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In the shadows of Apache Junction, at the foot of the majestic Superstition Mountains, sits a weathered hacienda. This desert oasis is home to an enigmatic figure, a songwriter whose journey reads like a long, dusty road of honky-tonk bars and college cafeterias. He wasn't chasing fame or glitter; instead, he chose the soul-crushing beauty of music for music's sake.

Years spent hunched over sticky barroom tables and scribbling lyrics on napkins earned him a reputation—not in the spotlight but in the back rooms where deals are made. He wrote melodies that found their way into the hearts of stars who had lost their own muse. He sold his creations for cash, with no recognition, but the whisper of his songs carried the weight of his soul.

Finally, he bought this piece of desert paradise—a stable income from his timeless songs allowed him to live comfortably, if anonymously. Here in this hacienda, with his family beside him and the mountains as his backdrop, he found the peace to write hits under his own name. He chuckled at the irony that now, without chasing fame, he could create music that brought him joy.

In the end, it was never about the spotlight. It was about the journey, the stories, and the songs that wrote themselves through his life. As the sun set behind the Superstitions, casting long shadows over the hacienda, he strummed his guitar and sang—content, unknown, and unburdened by the world's gaze.


Copyright 2019 Edwin H. Balder

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