Outlaw Country Rock 2025 🚛 “Renegade Rhythms” – Your Red‑Dirt Road‑Trip Anthem!
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Verse 1
Rust on the fender, red-dirt thunder, midnight hidin’ our sins,
Gas-station coffee, .45 softly hummin’ beneath the dash-light grin.
We bet our souls on borrowed wheels, burnin’ rubber through the pine,
Swore daylight couldn’t catch us—hell, we thought we owned time.

Chorus
Raise a glass to the gone-by days, outlaw brave and neon wild,
Broken laws and mason-jars, moonlit kisses, feral-child.
Years ran off like river thieves, but they couldn’t steal that spark—
Every scar still hums the melody we tattooed on the dark.
Yeah, the clock keeps cheatin’ hearts, but the memories never rust;
They’re chrome-plated, high-octane, ridin’ shotgun with our dust.

Verse 2
Barstool prophets preach of love, but I’m payin’ tabs with ghosts;
High-noon promises went bust on that ragged Texas coast.
Still taste her velvet wildfire, still hear the outlaw choir ring;
Though the badge took back the highway, it can’t cuff the songs we sing.

Chorus
Raise a glass to the gone-by days, outlaw brave and neon wild,
Broken laws and mason-jars, moonlit kisses, feral-child.
Years ran off like river thieves, but they couldn’t steal that spark—
Every scar still hums the melody we tattooed on the dark.
Yeah, the clock keeps cheatin’ hearts, but the memories never rust;
They’re chrome-plated, high-octane, ridin’ shotgun with our dust.

Bridge
When a freight train yodels midnight, and the coyotes join the tune,
I hitch my heart to boxcar dreams and lonesome steel-string blues.
Might be older, might hurt colder, but the fire’s still raisin’ Cain—
A renegade beneath these wrinkles, thunder pumpin’ through my veins.

Chorus
Raise a glass to the gone-by days, outlaw brave and neon wild,
Broken laws and mason-jars, moonlit kisses, feral-child.
Years ran off like river thieves, but they couldn’t steal that spark—
Every scar still hums the melody we tattooed on the dark.
Yeah, the clock keeps cheatin’ hearts, but the memories never rust;
They’re chrome-plated, high-octane, ridin’ shotgun with our dust.

Renegade Rhythms of Yesterday

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Oasis Dancer

Quick start

Once in a nightclub on a spanish island, under a special purple spotlight...

Purple Sun

What's a millennial what's Gen Z 
I grew up chasing dreams like leaves In the wind we’d laugh we’d scream 
Life was loose like a worn-out seam  

Born in the decade of being free 
Tie-dye skies and tambourine trees 
We didn’t scroll we climbed up high 
Fingers stained from the colours of the sky

Born free , what’s gen z ? .mp3

God of Israel

Tears

V2 (Alt Country) of War of the World inviting unwanted guests

Electronic Sky (v2)

Electronic Sky (v2 Alt Country)

“Raised Right Ran Wild” is a bold fusion of country grit and hip hop swagger. It tells the story of being grounded in small-town values while chasing the thrill of rebellion and freedom. The album blends dusty guitars with heavy beats, southern melodies with streetwise flow—creating a sound that’s raw, real, and unapologetically original.

Each track feels like a backroad freestyle: verses born out of late-night rides, hooks that echo with both family pride and a wild streak that can’t be tamed. It’s about knowing where you came from—faith, hard work, respect—while refusing to let anyone box in who you’re becoming.

“Raised Right Ran Wild” is more than music—it’s a statement. A soundtrack for those who straddle two worlds: the tradition of their roots and the pulse of modern hustle.

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Lyrics:
When I woke from my 100 year nap.
My coffin creaked like an old bat trap.
I stretched my fangs, shook off the dust,
Feeling thirsty, but love was a must.
I shuffled to the window, grabbed my bat-goggles tight,
Peered at the town in the pale moonlight.
There she was, glowing like a full blood moon,
A beauty so fine, she made my heart swoon.
Her hair like raven wings, eyes like midnight stars,
I fell head over cape, from afar.
Oh, I'm batty for her, it's love at first bite,
She sucks the boredom right out of my night.
I'm dying to meet her, but undead, you see,
This vamp's got a crush, eternally.

I've got the perfect plan to win her heart,
A scheme so clever, it's a dark art.
I'll run Halloween with ghosts and ghouls,
Deck the halls for Christmas, break all the rules.
Turn into a cat, sneak in her door,
Purr her secrets, learn what she's for.
But as I plot in my castle so grand,
I should really learn her name... damn.
I floated down the hill on wings of night,
Whispering spells to make everything right.
She walked the streets, unaware of my gaze,
While I hung around, in a lovesick haze.
I'd send her bats with notes, "You're fang-tastic, dear,"
But they'd just flap away, filled with fear.
My heart's in a crypt, but it's beating for you,
One nibble from me, and we'll be undead too.
I'm staking my claim, no wooden ones here,
This love's immortal, crystal clear.
But garlic breath? That's a stake in my pride,
And mirrors? They leave me horrified.

I've got the perfect plan to win her heart,
A scheme so clever, it's a dark art.
I'll run Halloween with tricks and treats so vile,
Christmas with blood-red lights, Transylvanian style.
Turn into a cat, with whiskers and claws,
Eavesdrop on her dreams, uncover her flaws.
But as I scheme in my coffin so deep,
I should really learn her name... before I creep.

One night as a feline, I slinked through her gate,
Heard her whisper secrets, it was worth the wait.
She loves old movies, hates the sun's glare,
Perfect match for a vamp with style and flair.
But when I transformed back, she screamed in fright,
"Get out, you bat-brained creep of the night!"
Now I'm back in my castle, nursing my woe,
Love bites hard, don't you know?

Oh, the perfect plan to win her heart,
Fell apart like a zombie's counterpart.
Halloween haunts and Christmas cheer gone wrong,
Cat tricks backfired, now she's long gone.
But in my eternal, blood-thirsty game,
I should really learn her name......next time.

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Art drawn by US using digital tools without AI, then animated in ADOBE and RUNWAY

A Dracula Love Story

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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!”