MUST BE OVER YOU Writer: John Martin

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American Sacrifice

"Whiskey, Chrome, and Neon Lights" is an ode to the lively, sometimes lonesome world of the honky-tonk bar. This country song captures the essence of a night spent in a Southern watering hole, where the atmosphere is thick with the clink of glasses, the hum of a jukebox, and the glow of neon signs. The lyrics paint a vivid picture of chrome barstools, pool tables bustling with action, and cowboys nursing their whiskeys, all under the promise of anonymity and escapism.

Whiskey, Chrome, and Neon Lights

This is a song of faith and gratitude, telling the story of a people's journey from despair to divine promise. It celebrates the transformation from darkness to light through worship and thanksgiving. 

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AI generated country song inspired by a Romeo Santos song.

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Country Road Bliss

"One Acre, One Fire" is a feel-good country song that wraps you in the warmth of simple living, quiet nights, and the beauty of slowing down. With chill vibes and heartfelt lyrics, it paints the picture of an easygoing evening by the fire, under a sky full of stars, surrounded by good friends and even better memories. It’s about finding peace in the small things—letting go of the rush, breathing in the stillness, and feeling lighter than ever before. Whether you're out on the lake, grilling with friends, or just dreaming of a place to escape, this song is the perfect soundtrack for your next laid-back night. Take a deep breath, soak it in—this is what life’s all about. 🌲✨🔥

An acre at a time

(Verse 1)
Dawn's light, God's gift anew,
Each breath, a grace so bright shining through.
Steady ground, a beating heart,
A thankful, brand new start.

(Chorus)
Give thanks in all, the scripture's call,
Through shadows, stand up tall.
From Psalm's gates to gifts divine,
A grateful heart, forever mind.

(Verse 2)
Laughter, tears, and lessons learned,
Strength from trials, safely earned.
Kindness shown, a helping hand,
Peace across the land.

(Chorus)
Give thanks in all, the scripture's call,
Through shadows, stand up tall.
From Psalm's gates to gifts divine,
A grateful heart, forever mind.

(Bridge)
When worries rise, and fear takes hold,
In prayer, a story told.
Cast burdens down, find peace within,
Where love will always win.

(Verse 3)
A song of praise, and a thankful plea,
For every grace, Christ finds in me.
From ancient words, to present day,
We walk in His glory, and God lights the way.

(Chorus)
Give thanks in all, the scripture's call,
Through shadows, stand up tall.
From Psalm's gates to gifts divine,
A grateful heart, forever mind.


The Scripture's Call

A quiet folk story about the monsters we grow up believing in… and the ones we learn to recognize later. “Real Monsters” follows a lifetime of advice from a father who knows that danger doesn’t hide under beds — it shakes your hand, clocks in at work, and sometimes smiles a little too wide.

Acoustic, warm, and a little bittersweet, this one leans into that front-porch wisdom we all heard growing up. No villains named, no sides taken — just a reminder to trust the good folks, keep your circle close, and not fall for anybody selling fear.

LYRICS
(C)2025 Ggreg Snyder

[Verse 1]
When I was just a barefoot kid,
I asked my dad, “Are monsters real?”
He said, “Son, they ain’t hidin’ under beds,
they walk on two good heels.
Don’t trust a smile that comes too quick,
and don’t believe every friendly face.
Some folks’ll pat your back real nice
while they’re movin’ you outta place.”

[Chorus]
Real monsters ain’t in the closet,
ain’t curlin’ up out in the dark.
They’re drivin’ to work like you do,
buyin’ groceries, parking their cars.
And you can’t hear ’em growl or howl,
no warning bark or spark —
The real monsters walk among us,
in the daylight, son, not in the dark.

[Verse 2]
Years later when I got a job,
Dad said, “Now here comes the fun —
Some folks’ll trip you on the staircase
just to claim they climbed to number one.
They’ll dress up ambition like kindness,
they’ll swear they’re only tryin’ to help.
Don’t let ’em carve you up, my boy,
just to puff up their own self.”

[Chorus]
real monsters ain’t in the closet,
ain’t curlin’ up out in the dark.
They’re clockin’ in, shakin’ hands,
smilin’ wide in the company yard.
they won’t leave tracks or shadows,
they blend right in with the larks —
The real monsters walk among us,
in the daylight, son, not in the dark.

[Bridge]
But you learn to spot ’em by heartbeat,
by how your stomach knots or calms.
Trust the ones who stay beside you
when everything else goes wrong.
The good ones don’t shine like diamonds —
they’re quiet, steady, true.
Takes half a life to realize
who’s who around you.

[Verse 3]
Now Dad’s old bones are brittle,
but his voice is steady still.
Says, “Watch the suits and papers, son —
the ones who bill you just to bill.
Doctors, lawyers, numbers men,
not all, but some will take you far from home.
Keep your circle small and honest, boy,
you’ll need ’em when you’re grown.”

[Chorus]
real monsters ain’t in the closet,
or swimming with the sharks.
They’re shakin’ hands, makin’ plans,
smilin’ like neighbors in the park.
But love’s the best flashlight we got,
cuts clean through the stark.
The real monsters walk among us —
so keep good people close when things get dark.

[Outro]
And Dad said, “One more thing, my boy —
beware the folks who swear they see
a monster hidin’ everywhere,
and tell you that’s your enemy.
Fear’s a cheap and easy seller,
don’t buy it just ’cause it’s loud.
Keep your heart lined up with kindness,
you’ll stand taller than the crowd.”

Real Monsters

Backroads And Bare Feet

Snowfall Over Idaho

Bio Sheet
Full name: John E. Martin
1-208-530-4561
363 West Griffith #16
Pocatello. ID 83201
Email: john20814@gmail.com
Gender: Male
Age: 55
Birthday: 08/25/1969
Nationality: United States Citizen
Religion: Christen
currently lives: Pocatello, Idaho
Languages spoken: English
EDUCATION
1988 High School Graduate
Orange High, Orange City, CA
1992-1994 Associates Degree
Arts/Theory of music
University of Anchorage, AK (UAA)
Taste in music:
Country, Rock, Blue Grass, and Classical

Goals and Ambitions;
I knew as a teenager around fourteen I had to learn how to play the guitar when my uncle Larry introduced me to the greats of country music. Merle Haggard, Waylon, Cash, Willy, George Strait, Jones, Keith Whitley and of course the list goes on. So Uncle Larry did just that. He helped me pick up my first guitar in a little Mom and Pop pawn shop in Temple City California for fifty bucks. Let’s just say my fingers had seen better days. I played that old Yamaha until they bled.
It would be about two years later, I discovered putting my feelings on paper and to music and three guitar chords I only knew at that time, yes three chords and the truth ( Harland Howard). Learning to write and organize words and rhyme, felt good, it felt right and the ladies like it too! Thirty plus years later, here I am still working on and perfecting my craft.

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