Oh yeah! That’s a beautiful country👍. Sweet guitar & vocal

who are you my love by Hans Tiger Smits

As The Storm Brews

Escape to freedom

Gallows Kiss

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Live More Ft T.W.O.

“Livid”
Dreamy LoFi/ambient track from our Eastern LoFi Lab.
Cover pic: Arpad Kajel www.facebook.com/arpikirandul

Livid

This is a little preview of the new album. It will be in the atmosphere of the 80s and, largely thanks to my friends, it will be played live... I've been a bit busy and sick lately, so I apologize to my friends once again for not responding to entries.... best regards...

Friends are coming back for Christmas

passing clearings

The Sad Fool * Instrumental

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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.

Loosely Buttoned Lies

Snowfall Over Idaho

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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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