October-November 2025 - Stormtown Songs

October-November 2025
(All songs 100% AI Music -- 50% AI, 50% original lyrics)

Oct-Nov 2025
(All songs 100% AI Music -- 50% AI, 50% original lyrics)

COUNTRY

DISAPPROVING TREE

My coffee’s cold, my tart won’t pop,
The mailbox flinched when I walked by.
Even my jeans said, “girl, just stop,”
And my shadow rolled its eyes.

The wind won’t hum, the sun won’t shine,
The cat just won’t sit on me.
I messed it up, I crossed that line.
Disapproving tree regards me disapprovingly.

That porch light blinks like, “there she goes,”
The screen door sighs real slow.
Even the fence looks down its posts,
Like it already knows.

The wind won’t hum, the sun won’t shine,
The cat just won’t sit on me.
I messed it up, I crossed that line.
Disapproving tree regards me disapprovingly.

I see your face in everything,
In windows, cups, and silver rings.
I swear the stars just turned their backs,
Guess even heaven’s keepin’ track.

The wind won’t hum, the sun won’t shine,
That damn cat just won’t sit on me.
I messed it up, I crossed that line.
And disapproving tree keeps watching me...
disapprovingly.

AFTER NEVER

We crossed a line we can’t uncross,
We found a love that came with loss.
You said my name like it meant forever,
But forever’s gone, we’re after never.

I told myself I’d walk away,
But your blue eyes made me stay.
I thought I could keep our hearts untethered,
Now I’m payin’ the price in after never.

I thought you were smart, I hoped you were clever,
But what do we do now that it’s after never?
We danced too close, we flew too high,
Now all that’s left’s a long goodbye.
I thought you were smart, I hoped you were clever.
But what do we do now that it’s after never?

I see your truck by the old café,
I look away, but I still pray.
You’re in my veins like stormy weather,
And I can’t forget our after never.

I hear your voice in every song,
I know what we did was wrong.
But the heart don’t care about the letter,
It only knows this after never.

I thought you were smart, I hoped you were clever,
But what do we do now that it’s after never?
We stole a kiss we couldn’t keep,
Now secrets haunt us in our sleep.
I thought you were smart, I hoped you were clever.
But what do we do now that it’s after never?

Maybe in another time,
We’d be right instead of crime.
But heaven don’t bless guilty endeavors,
It closes its doors on after never.

I thought you were smart, I hoped you were clever,
But love don’t last in after never.
So I’ll close that door, I’ll let it stay,
And pray my heart forgets the way.
I thought you were smart, I hoped you were clever,
But baby, we’re just lost…
In after never.

THREE'S TOO GODDAMN MANY

You come home smellin’ like smoke and gin,
Another late story ‘bout where you’ve been.
You think I’m dumb, I see that grin.
Honey, that’s strike three, this door won't bend.

I’ve heard the whispers, I’ve seen the signs,
Lipstick shades that ain’t mine.
You think I’ll cry, but I’ve had enough.
This heart was strong before all your stuff.

‘Cause three's too goddamn many,
But then two just ain’t enough.
You keep splittin’ love like a bottle of whiskey,
And baby, I’m callin’ your bluff.

Yeah, three's too goddamn many,
And one of us has to go.
You play that game with a loaded deck,
But this time, honey, I’ll fold.

You say it’s harmless, you say it’s fun
But lies burn sharper than the California sun.
I gave you miles, I gave you trust,
And you gave me ashes and a little dust.

So pack your boots, your buckle, your pride,
I’m done bein’ your midnight ride.
I’ll take my freedom, I’ll take my luck
And a full tank of gas in my old blue truck.

‘Cause three's too goddamn many,
But then two just ain’t enough.
You keep splittin’ love like a bottle of whiskey,
And baby, I’m callin’ your bluff.

Yeah, three's too goddamn many,
And I’ve finally had my fill.
You can keep your sweet talk, darling,
But I’m drivin’ up that hill.

Now the highway’s hummin’, I’m singin’ loud,
Hair in the wind, not thinkin’ ‘bout vows.
The stars don’t lie, and the truth’s enough
I’m better off without your tainted love.

‘Cause three's too goddamn many,
But then two just ain’t enough.
You keep spillin’ hearts like a cheap tequila,
And baby, you broke my trust.

Yeah, three's too goddamn many,
And I’m done playin’ tough.
You wanted love without the pain.
Well, baby, that’s just too damn much.

Three’s too many, two ain’t enough…
But one’s just fine, when that one’s me.

'80'S POP

PARDON ME

Velvet sky, the city gleams,
Hearts collide in chrome-lit dreams.
Every glance, a secret dare,
Every word hangs in the air.
I’m half a step from losing track.
Are you the one who’s calling back?

Pardon me, are you my future?
Because I’d really like to know.
Excuse me dear, might you be perfect?
And the one with whom I’ll go
through this life together laughing,
dancing, dreaming fast and slow.
Pardon me, are you my future?
Because I really have to know.

Silver rain on mirrored glass,
Moments fade, but feelings last.
Every smile’s an open door,
And I can’t wait anymore.

Pardon me, are you my promise?
The one I’ve waited for so long.
Excuse me love, is this forever?
Or just the bridge inside this song.
Let’s spin through dreams and daylight,
laughing, dancing all night long.
Pardon me, are you my promise?
Please tell me where do I belong.

Oh, I’ve wandered through the echoes,
For a voice that sounds like home.
Now you’re shining in the afterglow.
Please don’t let me dance alone.

ALL THE THINGS I WON’T BE DOING NOW

I bought that dress you said you’d love,
Still hanging there, unworn above
The letters that you never read,
The words I wish I’d finally said.
We had a trip mapped out in June,
With Paris nights beneath the moon,
Now someone else is holding you,
And I’m just sadly counting through...

All the things I won’t be doing now,
No slow dancing sweetly, no shared vow.
No whispered plans beneath the stars,
No Sunday drives in your old car.
You took every dream we drew somehow,
All the things I won’t be doing now.

I see your coat still by the door,
The ghost of us upon the floor.
The laughter fades, the clock ticks loud,
The silence hovers like a cloud.
Your song still plays inside my head,
That line you loved, now haunts instead.
I reach, but you’re a photograph,
To banish tears I try to laugh.

At all the things I won’t be doing now,
No glow in me your nearness would endow.
No quiet talks in sunlit rooms,
No spring that ever truly blooms.
Now sorrow stays, and empty time abounds,
With all the things I won’t be doing now.

All the letters I won’t send,
All the nights that never end.
All the words that won’t come true,
All because I trusted you.

So all the things I won’t be doing now,
No careless cruel words to disavow.
No final kiss, no sweet goodbye,
Just one last tear I can’t deny.
You have her love, and I’ll get through somehow,
All the things I won’t be doing now.

You have her love, and I’ll get through somehow,
All the endless things I won’t be doing now.

CHAMPAGNE WITH STRANGERS

We grew up chasing comets down the lane,
Dreams were cheap, but love was plain.
Now you’re sipping fame in silver light,
While I’m still lonely in the night.

Why do you drink champagne with strangers,
Instead of dancing barefoot with me?
You trade our laughter for reflections,
In rooms that reek of luxury.
The crowd can’t love you like I do, can’t see,
Why do you drink champagne with strangers,
Instead of dancing barefoot with me?

Your smile once shone through cracked café glass,
Now it’s polished gold that never lasts.
You chase their glances, I keep the flame.
And whisper softly your old name.

Why do you drink champagne with strangers,
When love’s been waiting patiently?
You can toast to every empty promise,
Or come back home to honesty.
The crowd will fade; it’s plain to see,
Why drink champagne with strangers,
When you could be in love with me?

AMERICANA

GOOD IDEA AT THE TIME

Stoop Delaney sits hunched, his eyes on the floor,
His final quarters, death row at Cedar Moor.
Guards watching him careful, the time getting close,
Stoop's knee a small jitter, but nothing else shows.
He smiles then and stretches, his calm iron-cast.
To break that cold silence, Stoop says "Since you asked..."

I was tall as a pine, but slouched just the same,
And hid from the laughs and those cruel childhood games.
Books on my desk, but my mind on the door,
Couldn’t see much worth stayin’ for anymore.
So I left that old school and the teasing behind,
Signed my name to the Navy, no doubt in my mind.

Swapped chalk dust for salt and the roll of the sea,
Some where between runnin’ and learnin’ to climb.
Got well out before they got the best of me,
Sure seemed to be a good idea at the time.

I took to the sea like a colt to the field,
Learned quick what to take, what to give, what to yield.
Got stripes on my sleeve, a name folks respected,
Till pride lit a fuse I should’ve detected.
He mouthed off one night, said I’d never belong,
So I showed him my answer, and proved him all wrong.

The ocean don’t care if you’re steady or proud,
Will toss you quick aside for a smaller crime.
Lost my post and my name when fists got too loud,
Punchin' felt right, a good idea at the time.

Hit the docks for a spell, swing hammers and pain,
My hands cracked and calloused, but numbed by the 'caine.
Tried keepin’ things straight, but that powder took hold,
A friend said it helps when your nights turnin’ cold.
Got caught with some goods that were never quite mine,
Three times through them gates till they knew me by line.

The white dust don’t whisper, it hollers your name,
Then it leaves you with nothin’ but grit and grime.
Each cell door I passed sounded near ’bout the same,
Easy back then: a good idea at the time.

Met her first in that office, air thick as sin,
One glance and I knew where the fall would begin.
She laughed like the world never burdened her name,
Said her life was a cage, her man was to blame.
I thought she saw light where the rest just saw crime,
She aimed me and fired, then left me behind.

Her touch was a fever that burned out my will,
Sweet poison that dressed up in lace and so fine.
She whispered of freedom and led me to kill,
Did it for love, a good idea at the time.

When I stand at them gates, and clouds start to part,
Saint Peter will stare like he’s readin’ my heart.
He'll ask, “Son, you reckon you’ve paid for your wrong?”
I'll say, “That depends how long hell’s runnin’ strong.”
Tell him I loved once, and then once I betrayed,
And then wait to see if the debt had been paid.

My guiding compass, it fell in the ocean,
With no master plan, no hard reason or rhyme.
All those bad things I just set into motion,
Sure felt like a damn good idea at the time.

All those bad things I just set into motion,
Every one a damn good idea at the time.

YOUR VOICE

The kettle sighs at midnight,
The porch light flickers dim.
Some laughter drifts through darkness,
A ghost that calls within.
The miles they hang like weather,
Between the heart and phone.
There's talk of spring returning,
Yet I still sleep alone.

The rain runs down the window,
My thoughts drift soft and slow.
I linger in the twilight,
In places no-one knows.
The quiet hums a promise,
That leaves my heart no choice.
The world grows small and silent,
And then I hear your voice.

The mornings come unspoken,
Like pages never turned.
I light a match for comfort,
And watch the paper burn.
You tell me about strangers,
Who make you laugh out loud
I smile to stop from crying,
And hide beneath the sound.

The rain slides down the window,
My dreams drift far and slow.
I linger in the half-light,
Where only echoes go.
The quiet hums a question,
That leaves my heart no choice.
The world grows still and fragile,
And then I hear your voice.

One day we’ll be together,
And time will close the miles.
But I’d cross a thousand midnights
To hear you breathe awhile.

The rain runs down the window,
My thoughts drift soft and slow.
I linger in the twilight,
In places I don’t even know.
The quiet hums a promise,
That leaves my heart no choice.
The world grows small and silent,
And then I hear your voice.

SOUTHERN ROCK

BURNING STOLEN BIBLES

Met her at the Delta Diner,
boots up on the stool,
Eyes like gasoline and a
smile that broke the rules.
She said, “You ever wanna
make the angels cry?”
And I was young and
dumb enough to try.
Next thing I know, we’re stealing
trucks in Tuscaloosa,
Trading psalms for powder and
some preacher’s old medusa.
Every mile we burned felt like
a hymn gone wrong,
And every night she swore
I’d never last that long.

Now I’m burning stolen bibles
in a warehouse across the tracks,
Where mercy’s scarce and reason’s
what the devil always lacks.
Prayin’ through the smoke for wisdom,
grace and some kindness hard to find,
'Cause these flames are writing
verses only sorrow could design.
So here I am alone and bleeding,
witnessing all of hell’s revival,
Made some bad choices,
chased a wild woman,
and now I’m burning stolen bibles.

We robbed a mission down in Jackson,
sold redemption by the ounce,
She said, “Baby, faith’s just credit —
let’s see how it’ll bounce.”
But she ran off with the deacon’s cash
and left me with the blame,
And now my fingerprints are scripture
in the ledger of her name.
The sheriff said I had the devil’s
mark across my soul,
And every tear that hit the dirt
turned into burning coal.
Now I’m knee-deep in the ashes
of the good man I once tried,
With a whiskey prayer, a muttered curse,
and nowhere left to hide.

Now I’m burning holy pages
in a warehouse full of lies,
Where mercy’s gone and justice
looks away with tired eyes.
Beggin’ through the smoke for
freedom, peace, or just a little sign,
But the fire keeps on singin’
songs of judgment line by line.
I sold my soul for her survival,
traded love for her denial,
Made some bad choices,
chased a wild woman,
and now I’m burning stolen bibles.

I still hear her laughter crackling
through the heat,
Like a ghost that dances
barefoot on my defeat.
There’s a cross made out of scaffolds,
and my name’s etched in the grain,
Every choice is tinder, every sin a spark,
every kiss a goddamn flame.

Now I’m burning stolen bibles
in a warehouse across the tracks,
Where mercy’s scarce and reason’s
what the devil always lacks.
Prayin’ through the smoke for wisdom,
grace and some kindness hard to find,
'Cause these flames are writing verses
only sorrow could design.
So here I am alone and bleeding,
witnessing all of hell’s revival,
Made some bad choices,
chased a wild woman,
and now I’m burning stolen bibles.

THE LAST THING DANNY TOLD HER

Danny had a temper and
a dream too small to hold,
Worked the docks in August heat,
just twenty-four years old.
He said, “A man can’t live on promises,
and bills don’t pay in faith,”
So he packed a pistol, kissed her hand,
and vanished into fate.

The last thing Danny told her,
Before he robbed that bank and died,
Was “Baby, don’t you cry for me,
I’m just cashin’ in my pride.”
He said, “If the devil’s got an open seat,
I’ll ride it till it burns,”
And “You tell our boy his daddy tried,
though he never seemed to learn.”

They said he never hurt a soul,
just waved the gun and yelled,
But fear’s a fickle trigger,
and fate’s a loaded shell.
He made it to the county line
before the sirens found his name,
Now there’s blood on borrowed money
and a town that won’t forget the shame.

Now every Friday evening she drives
past that county jail,
Leaves a flower on the marker where
his story hit the rail.
The preacher says redemption comes,
but she don’t ask him when —
She just whispers, “Danny, if you’re listenin’,
I’d take you back again.”

The last thing Danny told her,
Before he robbed that bank and died,
Still echoes through that shotgun
house like thunder in July.
He said, “If love’s a kind of larceny,
then I’m guilty, heart and soul,”
And she still keeps that pistol locked,
the only thing he stole.

ROCK OPERA

EXILED FROM TOMORROW

The night ignites in fevered glass, the thunder cracks the dawn,
The angels choke on candle smoke where every vow’s withdrawn.
Your shadow’s carved upon the wall, a monument to pain,
And every clock that dares to tick just drags me back again.

I tried to chase redemption’s flame, but it burned my wings away,
Now love’s a ghost that calls my name in endless disarray.

I’ve been exiled from tomorrow, now entombed in yesterday.
And the gods won’t grant me mercy, though I’m begging for decay.
The stars collapse around me, one by one they lose their way,
I drown inside the silence where your heartbeat used to stay.

The towers fall like promises, the oceans crack with grief,
Your touch remains a prophecy that never found belief.
I clawed through dreams of afterlife to find your lips again,
But paradise was barricade and love became my sin.

I bargained with the thunder’s roar for one more fleeting kiss,
But heaven’s doors were bolted shut, I sold my soul for this.

I’ve been exiled from tomorrow, still imprisoned by the flame,
Where the echo of forever whispers only your name.
The stars collapse around me, all creation drifts astray,
And time itself is bleeding where your heartbeat used to stay.

Oh, I would set the cosmos burning just to feel you breathe again,
Trade every dawn that’s yet to come for one last sweet amen.
Let the choirs wail in mourning, let the sky turn black with blame.
If love’s a curse, then carve it deep; I’ll wear your holy name!

I’ve been exiled from tomorrow, now condemned to never die,
The heavens crack and shatter, raining fire across the sky.
The stars implode within me, all their light has lost its way,
And I drown inside the empty where your heartbeat used to stay.

So strike the bell of destiny, let midnight crown my fall.
For I was born to love you once, and now I’ve lost it all.

IN THE RUINS

The candles die, the walls still whisper,
Names we swore we’d never lose.
Your perfume clings to shattered mirrors,
Reflecting every truth I bruise.
I walk through echoes, barefoot bleeding,
On the bones of “forevermore.”
Love was lightning, wild and fleeting.
Now I’m begging at its door.

In the ruins of this union,
Broken fragments of our love.
I search endlessly, still hopeful
For the smallest light above.
That might guide me forward, searching
Through thunder and the rain,
T’wards the ghost of what we promised
And then make it live again.

Your shadow burns in every sunrise,
Your voice haunts every prayer I send.
I taste our vows on salted teardrops,
Sworn beginnings, bitter ends.
I built a kingdom out of memory,
And crowned your absence on my throne.
Now the night keeps asking questions,
Why do hearts die all alone?

In the ruins of this union,
Where our faith was forged in flame,
I keep reaching through the silence,
Still whispering your name.
If redemption hides in embers,
Then I’ll burn for what remains,
Chasing ghosts and stolen thunder,
Through the heartbreak and the rain.

I would trade my breath for mercy!
I would drown for one more kiss!
I still dream of resurrection.
From the wreckage of our bliss!
We were gods and fools united,
Born to lose, yet born to try,
If love’s a curse, then damn me gladly,
Let me live before I die!

In the ruins of this union,
Where our hearts still dare to bleed,
We will rise like fallen angels,
Bound by sorrow, fire, and need.
Through the thunder and the lightning,
Through the sorrow and the flame,
We will kiss the ghost of promise,
And then make it live again.

Make it live again…!
Through the thunder and the rain…!
In the ruins,
We’ll love again

HEAVEN’S WEEPING GASOLINE

Midnight on the overpass, engines hold their breath.
Neon flickers, wild and bright, daring us to test.
Your hand finds mine like spark to fuse, no turning back.
We aim our hearts at open sky and cut the track.

If mercy’s late, we won’t wait.
Light the match; seal the fate.

Heaven’s weeping gasoline, the world’s consumed by fire,
Trumpets howl from broken clouds, our love’s a funeral pyre.
We’re burning through forever like a dream we can’t redeem,
Alone, aflame, adrift, aghast - two angels joined in scream.

Billboards bleed their silver tears; rain keeps time in steel.
Every mile a vow we make, every vow too real.
You say “run,” and roads obey; I answer with a flame:
What’s left of us is louder than the night can name.

If heaven breaks, let it break.
Grip the wheel; no mistake.

Write our names in ash and steam across the shattered sky;
Kiss me where the guardrails end and all the rules run dry.
If stars are drums of kerosene, then let them blow our theme.
We’ll waltz the edge of judgment till the sparks become a stream.

No map, no prayer, just pulse and blaze,
A choir of sirens counting days.
If fate’s a lock, we are the key;
Turn once, and set the darkness free.

So crown the ruins king and queen; let thunder sign our creed.
We’ll race the light, outrun the dawn, and give the night its lead.
When every bell is molten and the sky forgets to dream,
Hold fast, our hearts are engines, and love’s the brightest beam.

October-November 2025(All songs 100% AI Music -- 50% AI, 50% original lyrics)

Oct-Nov 2025(All songs 100% AI Music -- 50% AI, 50% original lyrics)