Strip Club Lights

A raw, emotional journey through the struggles of addiction and self-discovery. This heartfelt track captures the inner battle of letting go, the weight of reliance, and the hope for redemption. With vivid imagery and hauntingly honest lyrics, this song reflects a fight for freedom and strength to walk away. A powerful anthem for anyone facing their own demons. Let this be the start of something new

Maybe This Time

Maybe This Time(Indie Version)

Songs About Life

Some Roads You Travel Alone

He left the town in silence gray
With nothing firm to make him stay
A whisper in the clinic wing
They say he heard the badger sing

Years went on, the seat grew cold
Some burdens can't be bought or sold

The Proctological Son returns
Where rubber snaps and candle burns
No questions asked, no glances mean
He digs where no one else has seen

His boots are clean, his gaze is tight
He probes the depths of backdoor blight
No shame, no pride, just vaseline vase
Inspecting cracks the brave won't face

He charts the map that few have drawn
A path through dusk, behind the dawn

The Proctological Son returns
Where silence quakes and posture churns
With steady hands and thoughtful squint
He reads the folds like ancient print

They speak in code around the square
Of mysteries he’d dare not share
He nods, he sits, he takes the chair
A man whose fate is derrièred there

His oath was sworn in hush and hum
To go where some will one day come

The Proctological Son returns
To where decorum twists and turns
He listens close, he gently taps
Then vanishes between the gaps

He bears no crown, he needs no throne
His work is best when left unknown
The tales are brief, the cheeks are red
But every seat recalls what's said

And when they knock, he’s sure to run
The sacred task is never done

The Proctological Son returns
Where shame is soot and courage burns
A shepherd of the hidden cleft
He probes, corrects, then exits left


The Return of the Proctological Son

**About This Track**  
An original AI-assisted composition by Rob Nelson (*Bring Your Own Brilliance*) and Ron Cameron (*Alien Garden*). This song blends human creative direction with AI tools to bring our vision to life—merging storytelling, mood, and innovation into a dynamic listening experience.


**Creative & Technical Details**  
- **Lyrics**: Alien Garden tracks by Ron Cameron; Bring Your Own Brilliance tracks by Rob Nelson
- **Executive Producer for this track**: Rob Nelson, CoPilot AI  
- **Vocals & Instrumentation**: Produced using TopMediAI and AIGenMusic.AI  
- **Audio Format & Editing**: Mixed from MP3/WAV with NCH Software (trims, fades, conversions)  
- **Stem Splitting**: Processed with LaLaLaLa AI  
- **Cover Art**: Created with Stable Diffusion 3 Online, Aiease.ai, Pollo.ai, and Pixabay (Creative Commons), CoPilot AI  
- **Song Structure & Mood Profiling**: Cyanite AI

**Our Creative Blueprint**  
“CHOICES” is our internal code for the DNA of each track: genre, vocal tone, tempo, instrumentation, and emotional arc. Every detail is human-directed—AI simply helps us realize it.

**Rights & Licensing**  
We retain full commercial and non-commercial rights under our membership with [TopMediAI’s Terms & Conditions](https://www.topmediai.com/terms-conditions/). Lyrics, production, and arrangement are fully original works by Rob and/or Ron.

**Creative Use & Inquiries**  
Artists and producers are welcome to adapt or re-record our work—please credit us in any public releases. For licensing, collaborations, or sync opportunities, reach out directly:

Bring Your Own Alien Garden  
c/o Rob Nelson & Ron Cameron  
1211 Huron Street N., Suite 202  
London, Ontario, Canada  
N5Y 4L1

**Final Words**  
Each song we share is made with intention, imagination, and care. Thank you for listening—your support brings these stories to life.


Rawdoggin' Life [RDLI35]

Wings of the Falcon

[Verse]
Cut through the sky with a blade so sharp
Wind at your back and a beating heart
Eyes like fire locked on the prize
A streak of power in the open skies

[Solo]
[Solo acoustic guitar, Flute]

[Chorus]
Oh falcon you own the air
No limits no chains no fear to bear
Faster than a thought you disappear
A legend of speed soaring clear

[Verse 2]
You dive like thunder tearing the blue
A flash of feathers nothing can undo
The ground trembles at your lethal call
In the race of life you conquer all

[Solo]
[Solo acoustic guitar, Flute]

[Chorus]
Oh falcon you own the air
No limits no chains no fear to bear
Faster than a thought you disappear
A legend of speed soaring clear

[Bridge]
Through the storm through the sunlit gold
A rebel spirit too wild to hold
The earth below can only stare
As you claim the sky as your lair

[Solo]
[Solo acoustic guitar, Flute]

[Chorus]
Oh falcon you own the air
No limits no chains no fear to bear
Faster than a thought you disappear
A legend of speed soaring clear

Wings of the Falcon

Great story line about a young man who goes astray and realizes what his mama had told him.

Mama said Too much shine

Letters in the Dark

[Verse 1]
I wrote you a letter
but the ink ran thin
like the silence between us
where the hurt’s been living in

Your coat still hangs
like a ghost in the hall
I touch the sleeve gently
and it says nothing at all

[Pre-Chorus]
I keep your memory
in a glass by the bed
sip it down slowly
like the words we never said

[Chorus]
Oh! love is bitter love is sweet
like cherry wine that stains my teeth
I drink it just to feel you near
a bruise a prayer a shadow here
Oh! love’s a letter never sent
folded corners paper bent—
and in the dark I call your name
but nothing ever answers back the same

[Verse 2]
I see you in strangers
the tilt of their smile
but it fades like a flicker
like the moon after miles—
the nights are too quiet
the mornings too long
I hum our old verses
but they don’t make a song

[Pre-Chorus]
Your absence lingers
like a hand on my chest
pressing so softly
but it won’t let me rest

[Chorus]
Oh! love is bitter love is sweet
like cherry wine that stains my teeth
I drink it just to feel you near
a bruise a prayer a shadow here
Oh! love’s a letter never sent
folded corners paper bent—
and in the dark I call your name
but nothing ever answers back the same

[Bridge]
Would you forgive me
if I never let go—
would you still haunt me
just to tell me so—
every word I wrote
is a scar on the page
bleeding with silence
burning with age

[Final Chorus]
Oh! love is bitter love is sweet
like cherry wine that stains my teeth
I drink it just to feel you near
a bruise a prayer a shadow here
Oh! love’s a letter never sent
folded corner paper bent
and in the dark I call your name
but nothing ever answers back the same

[Outro]
So goodnight my dear—
goodnight my ghost
You were the wound
and the cure I wanted most

Letters in the Dark

I’m A Lover Not A Fighter
TimothyMichaelMusic
30 SEP 2024

V1.
Sometimes lips get loose with liquor
We said some things we didn’t mean
But the reaction that you gave me
Ain’t one I’ve ever seen
I’m not sure what tripped your trigger
But I know I ain’t that guy
You’re gonna have to spend the night time
Just wondering why

Chorus
I ain’t here for your all-nighter
I’m a lover not a fighter
And by morning you’ll be quieter
You’ve just had too much to drink
Now I’m laying down alone
You’re a little too far gone
To make sense of what I’m saying
So I’ll give you time to think
When you’re mad …
You’re one hell of a gas lighter
And I’m a lover not a fighter

V2
When I walked away
You screamed don’t you even care.
But if you knew me like I know me
You’d know I don’t fight fair
It’s Cos I care much more about you
Than I care about a “win”
And losing you…
… Would be a sin.

Chorus
I ain’t here for your all-nighter
I’m a lover not a fighter
And by morning you’ll be quieter
You’ve just had too much to drink
Now I’m laying down alone
You’re a little too far gone
To make sense of what I’m saying
So I’ll give you time to think
When you’re mad …
You’re one hell of a gas lighter
And I’m a lover not a fighter

Bridge
I’ll always trade my silence
Instead of going toe to toe
‘Cos you never know how far it’s gonna go

Chorus
I ain’t here for your all-nighter
I’m a lover not a fighter
And by morning you’ll be quieter
You’ve just had too much to drink
Now I’m laying down alone
You’re a little too far gone
To make sense of what I’m saying
So I’ll give you time to think
When you’re mad …
You’re one hell of a gas lighter
And I’m a lover not a fighter

When you’re mad …
You’re one hell of a gas lighter
And I’m a lover not a fighter

I’m a lover not a fighter





I'm A Lover Not A Fighter (SS)

A Southern folk ballad about realizing the home you’ve been searching for is already within you.

She’s Already Home

Lyricist looking to connect with artists in the country genre that are searching for great songs to record. Also open to co-writes. Regularly pitching music to Nashville publishers and song pluggers. Primarily country genre. Mid 50s, married. 6 kids and 10 grandkids in a beautifully blended family. Enjoys golf, working out, nature/lakes, and listening to live music every chance I get!

I'm A Lover Not A Fighter (SS)

Timothy Michael Music - SONGWRITER