Dead love… still burnin’ in my bones…

I was the girl with your name in a song,
Held your hand while the nights dragged on.
Chemo light, a radio hum,
I swore I’d love you when the end would come.

Now they whisper I’ve lost my way,
But you’re the ghost that makes me stay.

I dig through the clay where the wildflowers grow,
Pour whiskey on your stone, watch the river flow.
They call me crazy, but you always knew,
I’m still in love, still burning for you.

Your grave’s past town where the pine trees lean,
I bring my heart where your soul has been.
That old dress still smells like rain,
Every thread hums your name again.

I dig through the clay where the wildflowers grow,
Pour whiskey on your stone, watch the river flow.
They call me crazy, but you always knew,
I’m still in love, still burning for you.

Radio static and a blood-red sky,
Every mile I drive, I ask you why.
Guess I’m half-alive till I’m back with you,
Six feet down where the love rings true.

I dig through the clay where the wildflowers grow,
Pour whiskey on your stone, watch the river flow.
They call me crazy, but you always knew,
I’m still in love, still burning for you.

Dead love… still burnin’ in my bones.

I dig through the clay (Country Rock reload)

The entire sound is in my hands. I write cyber poetry, produce, and compose every track ready for Immersive 3D. Every beat is crafted for spatial and next-gen headphones.
Intimate lyrics, total immersion, every track.

For 30 years I kept unfinished demos to myself, never letting them out. Now I finish what I start and release it the moment it’s alive.

I use every tool available — human or machine — as an instrument.
Technology doesn’t replace creativity. It expands it.

I dig through the clay (Country Rock reload)

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