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Ten Pound Bag Of Bullshit

tattoo (Greenlonely)

Holding on to shadows
Echoes in the night
Whispers of her laughter
Lost in fading light
The heather burns with longing
The sky begins to weep
What is love but a fire
Dragging’ me too deep
What is love? 
A question unanswered
A storm that tears apart my anchor
A melody
A fleeting ember
What is love? 
A cry to remember

What is love

credit    .....2 domino  /   Nash Wyatt                                                                                  
                                                                                                              
vocals/lyrics    Nash Wyatt                                                                                          
                                                                                                                         
                    Verse 1]...................
I was born on a backroad, raised on a dare,
With a boot on the pedal and wind in my hair.
Mama said, “Boy, the world ain’t fair,”
But I learned to fight fire with a long cold stare.

[Verse 2]
I saw her downtown, wearing’ years in her eyes,
With a baby on her hip and fire in her stride.
She sold roses by the light, never asked why,
Just faced the world bold, never let it pass her by.

[Pre-Chorus]
And I thought, there it is, that strength I chase—
Not in fists or noise, but in quiet grace.

[Chorus]
Cause brave ain’t loud, and brave ain’t clean,
It’s a heart full of dust and a soul full of steam.
It’s standing’ up tall when your hands still shake,
It’s laughing’ out loud when your heart might break.
Ain’t about being’ strong or bulletproof safe—
It’s about getting’ up again... that’s what makes you brave.

[Verse 3]
I walked away different, like a chord had been struck,
Her eyes said more than a man’s good luck.
Made me question all the weight I hold,
And what it really means to be tough and bold.

[Verse 4]
I met her in Austin, she lit like a flame,
Said “I don’t want a cowboy just playing’ a game.”
I tipped my hat, said, “Girl, I ain’t tame,”
And we burned like a freight train that couldn’t be named.

[Bridge]
Now I don’t ride just for glory or gold,
I ride for the stories that never get told.
For the wild in my blood, and the truth in my soul—
A life lived full, and a heart that’s bold.

[Final Chorus – Big and heartfelt]
Yeah, brave ain’t easy, and brave sure hurts,
It’s loving’ too hard and digging’ through dirt.
But I'd rather bleed than live afraid,
Cause the ones who fall and rise—
They’re the ones who stayed...

[Outro \
So don’t call me fearless…
Just call me brave.

Brave

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[Verse 1]
Neon moon over Red River lane,
Cheap beer foam on a dashboard stain;
Boot‑heel dust on a hardwood floor,
Hound dog’s howl through the screen‑door roar.
I tipped my Stetson, said, “Girl, you’re the one,”
Words ran wild like a colt on the run;
You grinned slow, lit a Marlboro spark—
Two lost hearts in a one‑stop park.
[Chorus]
I let that white‑oak barrel speak its mind,
Poured out promises, unrefined;
Now my heart’s still swingin’ in a honky‑tonk funk—
Stone cold drunk, but the truth’s red‑dirt sunk.
Can’t paint forever in a Saturday tune,
But, baby, slide back ’fore the jukebox croons;
When the rooster crows and the bottle’s shrunk,
I’ll still be yours—stone cold drunk.
[Verse 2]
Sun creeps in ’neath a rusty tin roof,
Coffee can’t kick this corn‑whiskey truth;
Bluebonnet sky through a spider‑crack pane,
Your name on my lips like a sweet sugarcane.
If last night’s talk was a freight‑train lie,
Then why’s your perfume still ridin’ my sigh?
I’m countin’ fence posts, hopin’ you feel it, too—
Stone cold drunk, but my aim’s on you.
[Chorus]
I let that white‑oak barrel speak its mind,
Poured out promises, unrefined;
Now my heart’s still swingin’ in a honky‑tonk funk—
Stone cold drunk, but the truth’s red‑dirt sunk.
Can’t paint forever in a Saturday tune,
But, baby, slide back ’fore the jukebox croons;
When the rooster crows and the bottle’s shrunk,
I’ll still be yours—stone cold drunk.
[Bridge]
Dusty eyes, but the road looks bright,
Don’t need sober stars to guide me tonight;
Your silhouette’s clearer than a church bell chime,
Rang out true through the bourbon and rhyme.
[Verse 3]
I bluff all week with a poker‑face grin,
But that rye last night let the tender roll in;
Said “Build us a porch on a sweetgum hill,”
Your laugh hit my ribs like a Tennessee thrill.
Folks might talk ’bout a bar‑room vow,
But a promise is a promise, and I’m keepin’ it now;
If you’re hummin’ those words as the daylight’s young,
Meet me by the silo when chores are done.
[Chorus ]
Yeah, that white‑oak barrel sure told the tale,
Put my heart in the open, no riderless trail;
If you’re yearnin’ warm when the tavern’s shrunk,
Come find your man—stone cold drunk.
I’m hollerin’ loud ’til the cowboys bunk,
Stone cold drunk, and I ain’t soberin’ up.

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Nights in White satin

This is your life

Gone Baby

A salted kiss

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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!”

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