Name: Mean it by Quarry Studios
Duration: 5 min 43 s
Description: #progrock, #progressive rock, #rockband, #vocals, #guitars, #classic rock,


[Verse 1]
She got snakeskin boots and a black Cadillac
Red lips loaded like a heart attack
Hair teased high and her heels even higher
She burns through gas like a four-alarm fire

[Pre-Chorus]
Rollin’ dice with the devil’s grin
She don’t lose, she just begins

[Chorus]
She’s lowdown chrome, built to run
Like a midnight bullet in a smokin’ sun
No brakes, no prayer, no way home
If you ride with her, you're ridin’ alone
Yeah, she’s lowdown chrome
(Slick paint, bad to the bone)

[Verse 2]
Smoke in her laugh and sin in her smile
She'll take your soul, then drive a mile
Neon love in a ghost-town bar
You won't forget where the wild things are

[Pre-Chorus]
She don't ask, she takes the wheel
One touch burns, but damn it feels real

[Chorus – Repeat]
She’s lowdown chrome, built to run
Like a midnight bullet in a smokin’ sun
No brakes, no prayer, no way home
If you ride with her, you're ridin’ alone
Yeah, she’s lowdown chrome
(Slick paint, bad to the bone)

[Bridge – Guitar Solo Over Swampy Groove]
(Slide guitar screams like a warning)
(Drums stomp with boots on the floorboards)

[Breakdown – Spoken]
Ain’t no map, no rules, no time
Just that V8 purr and a bottle of shine
She’s the storm behind your calm—
A rock ‘n roll hymn in a lipstick bomb

[Final Chorus – Full Power]
She’s lowdown chrome, runnin’ red
Like a shot of fire straight to your head
No brakes, no chains, no safe zone
She don’t stop, she don’t moan
Yeah, she’s lowdown chrome—
And you’re already gone.

lowdown chrome

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Rust To My Voice

Where the Casks Don’t Sleep

Across The Line

The storm rolled in with thunder on the horizon, flags waving from high towers while the working crowd stood alone. Smoke curled through the pines as the fire lit the sky, but still the voice rang out — “It ain’t me… I won’t bow to anyone.” A rebel’s anthem for those who stand tall in the shadow of the gun.

Shadow of the Gun

#progrock, #progressive rock, #rockband, #vocals, #guitars, #classic rock,

Mean it

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Text:
Verse 1:
Kicked the dust off my busted wheels,
Got a full tank and a head that feels —
Like fire in a broken frame,
I’m born for noise, not for fame.

Pre-Chorus:
They told me slow down, find a plan,
But you can’t cage a rock’n’roll man!

Chorus:
I ride the line — between sin and soul,
Burnin’ gas, takin’ control.
Don’t need no crown, don’t need no sign,
I’m free tonight — I ride the line!

(solo)

Verse 2:
Devil’s laughin’ on the radio,
Angels watchin’ but they don’t know.
Every red light’s just a dare,
If you ain’t scared — you’re halfway there!

Pre-Chorus:
Can’t stop the thunder in my veins,
I live for sparks and highway flames.

Chorus:
I ride the line — between sin and soul,
Burnin’ gas, takin’ control.
Don’t need no crown, don’t need no sign,
I’m free tonight — I ride the line!

Bridge:
Yeah, life’s a road with no rear view,
No one’s drivin’ it but you!
Hit that gear, and don’t look back —
Just ride that storm till the sky goes black!

(Guitar-Solo)

Final Chorus:
I ride the line — between sin and soul,
Burnin’ gas, takin’ control.
Don’t need no crown, don’t need no sign,
I’m free tonight — yeah, I ride the line!

Outro:
(Guitar solo outro, big drum hits fade into feedback)

Ride the Line

The Return of the Bad Seed

When the twin moons of Epsilon Ridge burn red, the law rides in black.

Marshal Kane Vale of the Black Comet, a sort of intergalactic marshals, was once a name whispered with respect across the outer systems. An enforcer of justice where no law survived. But when a forged bounty leads him to destroy an innocent town, the hunter becomes the hunted.

Now, wounded and haunted by the ghost of his deputy, Kane waits in the ashes of Latchkey for his own kind to bring judgment. In the void, there’s no mercy—only the creed he once swore to uphold:

“When the stars forget, we remember.”

A space-western tragedy of guilt, fire, and redemption.
Ashfall on Epsilon Ridge is the final ride of a lawman who learns that even justice casts a shadow.


Lyrics

Smoke rolled in like a dying tide,
Screams got swallowed by the flame inside.
Medicine crates, a child’s cry—
They weren’t slavers, just trying to survive.

Pulled my gun, thought I knew the sin,
Didn’t see what was burning within.
By the time I did, it was far too late—
Justice don’t bend, it breaks in hate.

Fire on Latchkey, the town went down,
The stars looked on, didn’t make a sound.
One by one the souls took flight,
Fire on Latchkey, no wrong, no right.

Lira’s hand in mine, covered in soot,
She whispered, “You did what you thought you should.”
Then the roof came down and the sky went red—
I keep hearing her voice in the words she said.

Fire on Latchkey, heaven turned cold,
The badge is heavy, the story’s old.
Lawmen burn just like the damned,
Fire on Latchkey, and blood on my hands.

Fire on Latchkey

Another cover as when I heard the original of this song I had to ask the artists involved if they minded if I did a cover. Thankfully they agreed.

Great lyrics, great guitar and vocals on the original from @Alexander-Schwarz & @7th, Please check out the original  here  : https://soundcloud.com/alexander-schwarz/with-jim-miller-curly-sue?si=43bcf3f9768d4a69853966e578f0f5cd&utm_source=clipboard&utm_medium=text&utm_campaign=social_sharing

Curly Sue (Alexander Schwarz & 7th Cover)

Halleluja, Halleluja (Christmas Thunder)

My musical journey actually started on the accordion as a kid but eventually I found myself studying classical piano. I got bitten by the jazz bug and ended up developing a pretty broad taste in musical genres. I’ve always been fascinated with Keyboards and synthesizers while still appreciating acoustic instruments. I love arranging and composing, and the satisfaction of ideas in your head becoming songs to others. A big shout out to all those who have contributed and helped make these songs come to life. 

Whether playing solo or in a band, music should always be enjoyable and thought provoking. Any day listening to music is better than any day not!

Mean it

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