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The Album "Land of the Brave" is a journey through stories that matter — songs about home, hope, friendship, and standing your ground. Each track is a tribute to the people who stay when things get hard, who love without asking why, and who believe in something bigger than themselves.  Some will make you smile, some will hold your heart still. But all of them remind us what it means to be brave.

Album: Land of the Brave
Track Numbers: 21

Artist:

JUMBO BLOCK

Year:

2025

Publisher/Label:

ZANNI GROUP

Studio Support:

AUDIO OPTIMUM

Composer/Lyricist:

Andreas Zanni

Copyright:

℗ Andreas Zanni

“Every Mile’s Story” is a reflective road-trip anthem celebrating freedom, spontaneity, and the stories found in every mile. The narrator embraces the journey over the destination — collecting memories, moments, and meaning along the way. It's about finding beauty in detours, connection in strangers, and purpose without a map.

Boots in gravel, tank half full

Sky stretched wide, horizon cool

Every sign a fresh hello

And every town a place to grow

Windows down, the station fades

Laughter born in winding shades

Strangers wave like we belong

New roads write a different song

"Every mile's a story"

From the diner booth to the mountain view

From Sunday rains to skies so blue

"Every mile's a story"

And I just drive, let it unfold

This road is a friend with tales untold

Old motel keys and Polaroids

Notes on napkins, honest noise

"Every mile's a story"

From old towns to silver coast

From whispered dreams to bacon toasts

"Every mile's a story"

And I just ride, without a plan

The wheel don’t judge, it understands

Some run fast just to arrive

But I roll slow to feel alive

Don't need a map, just open sky

With every turn, I testify

"Every mile's a story"

From dancing fields to faded signs

From neon nights to old state lines

"Every mile's a story"

So here's to routes that don't repeat

My life in lines beneath the seat

And when it ends, I won’t be sorry

’Cause I lived loud — every mile's a story

"Back Pocket Days" captures a relationship filled with simple joys, honesty, and heartfelt connection. Though time has passed, the memories remain vivid and cherished — not as sorrow or longing, but as treasured reminders of a time when love was effortless and life was beautifully unplanned.

We sat on steps, the sun was low

You smiled and said, “Don’t ever go”

We shared a drink, we shared a laugh

And didn’t care what we don’t have

Old truck rides and late night songs

Barefoot walks, where time belongs

We danced like no one saw our feet

And kissed in cars on empty streets

"Back pocket days"

We didn’t need a thing but time

Just holdin’ hands and feelin’ fine

"Back pocket days"

Still hear your voice in every breeze

Still feel the grass beneath my knees

We made mistakes and let things slide

We stayed up late, we never lied

We didn’t care ‘bout plans or rules

We were just kids and love was cool

"Back pocket days"

We didn’t have to act so tough

Just bein’ close was good enough

"Back pocket days"

They come back every now and then

And make me wanna feel again

Life moves fast, but that’s okay

I still keep you tucked away

Not for pain, not for regret

But to remember, not forget

"Back pocket days"

We laughed until we couldn’t breathe

And wore our hearts there on our sleeves

"Back pocket days"

They’re not gone, they’re just on pause

Still with me through whatever was

We laughed until we couldn’t breathe

And wore our hearts there on our sleeves

"Back pocket days"

They’re not gone, they’re just on pause

Still with me through whatever was

So if you ask what makes me smile

It’s us back then, just for a while

"Back pocket days"

Still right here

"Waves Took the Porch" is a haunting ballad about coastal loss and the quiet devastation of rising seas. Once a place of peace and family legacy, the narrator’s home is slowly consumed by the ocean. With each verse, it mourns what’s gone — not in a dramatic disaster, but in a steady, unstoppable erosion. It's a powerful metaphor for climate change, memory, and the things we can't hold back.

Used to sip sweet tea by the rail

Watch the boats and count the sail

Now the tide comes mean and high

Takes the steps, then takes the sky

Granddad built this house by hand

Never thought we’d lose the sand

Now the front yard’s ocean floor

Salt creepin’ through the kitchen door

"Waves took the porch"

Line by line

And board by board

"Waves took the porch"

Carried off

What time ignored

The coast don’t whisper like before

Now it slams against the core

Palms lean back, like they might fall

And we just paint a higher wall

"Waves took the porch"

Line by line

And board by board

"Waves took the porch"

Carried off

What time ignored

The map still says we’re livin’ here

But the sea’s been drawin’ near

No sirens wail, no levee cries

Just water risin’ with the lies

"Waves took the porch"

Line by line

And board by board

"Waves took the porch"

Carried off

What time ignored

Now we sit where floorboards end

Waitin’ for the tide again...

Waitin’ for the tide again...

"When the Levee Broke" is a powerful and visceral account of a sudden flood that devastates a town and leaves lasting emotional scars. Told through the lens of survival and loss, it reflects on broken promises, the fury of nature, and the deep trauma left behind. Though the community rebuilds, the fear and memory of that night remain — a haunting reminder that the water always returns.

Clouds came low with a preacher’s face

Sky went black without a trace

They said the wall would hold us tight

That we’d be safe through the night

But water don’t read no man’s plan

It came like wrath across the land

"When the levee broke"

The river spoke

Took our lives

broke our hope

"When the levee broke"

No time to run

No place to hide

Just pray and ride

Mama cried as the porch went under

The roof gave way to rolling thunder

Pictures float of folks we knew

Truth sank deep in the muddy blue

"When the levee broke"

It roared like sin

washed us clean

from where we’d been

"When the levee broke"

No warning bell

Just rise and yell

then drown in hell

The town is gone, but we remain

Carvin’ names in windowpane

We build again with scarred-up hands

But never trust dry land

"When the levee broke"

We saw the truth

in broken beams

and water’s proof

"When the levee broke"

We swore no more

But flood still knocks

on every door

The sky still holds its breath each year

And we still live with soaked-out fear

"For What?" is a raw, emotionally charged song about betrayal, fractured family ties, and resilience. It confronts someone who left chaos behind — breaking trust, distorting truths, and walking away — only to find that real love endures in the hearts of those left behind. The narrator questions the motive behind the damage, making clear that truth and love remain even after the wreckage.

Chipped plates, dust on the floor

Photos missing from the drawer

You came in with a smile

Turned our names into sides

Told the truth with twisted ends

Split the roots, rewrote the lens

Took their trust, then moved the line

Cut the cord and called it fine

But hearts don't fade like ink on pages

Ours held firm through silent rages

"For what?"

You cracked the frame

Changed the locks

And shifted blame

"For what?"

You walked away

But the love you tried to burn still stays

Mom don’t ask, and Dad just stares

We don’t speak, but someone cares

You pulled the string, we felt the snap

But we sewed it back behind your back

Letters came, half-lies in folds

But we knew what silence holds

You left to build your own truth high

But even towers fall from lies

"For what?"

You cracked the frame

Changed the locks

And shifted blame

"For what?"

You walked away

But the love you tried to burn still stays

One day you’ll sit with all you spun

Count your wins and find not one

Empty hands and mirror eyes

With no one left to share the lies

"For what?"

You broke the peace

Played the game

And called it release

"For what?"

Not out of pride

But because the truth don’t run and hide

You walked out, torch in hand

But all you lit was your own land

"Buried in Plastic" is a stark environmental lament about humanity’s careless consumption and the devastating impact of plastic pollution. Through vivid imagery of contaminated landscapes and silenced ecosystems, the song mourns a world suffocated by waste — where nature is drowned in what we discarded. It’s a powerful call to recognize the irreversible damage caused by convenience and neglect.

Used to throw things, didn’t think twice

Now the ditch shines in neon ice

Bottles, bags, and broken toys

Floating where we fished as boys

Fields blow trash like tumbleweeds

Stuck in fences, choking seeds

The wind don’t howl, it rattles waste

And every gust brings bitter taste

"Buried in plastic"

The land can’t breathe

The sea don’t sing

"Buried in plastic"

Our hands let go

Of everything

The river bends with colors wrong

The birds don’t stay, don’t raise their song

Oceans foam with lies we tossed

And count the lives our comfort cost

"Buried in plastic"

The land can’t breathe

The sea don’t sing

"Buried in plastic"

Our hands let go

Of everything

One more straw, one more bag

One more future in the drag

We paved it smooth, then watched it crack

No trail left to take it back

"Buried in plastic"

The land can’t breathe

The sea don’t sing

"Buried in plastic"

Our hands let go

Of everything

It don’t rot and it don’t fade

Just stays to mark the mess we made

"Buried in plastic"

The land can’t breathe

The sea don’t sing

"Buried in plastic"

Our hands let go

Of everything

It don’t rot and it don’t fade

Just stays to mark the mess we made

"Strangers in the Soil" is a haunting reflection on ecological invasion and the quiet transformation of once-familiar land. Through the lens of creeping plants, invasive species, and disrupted ecosystems, the song explores how foreign forces—natural or man-made—reshape the environment without warning or remorse. It’s a mournful meditation on loss, displacement, and the uneasy feeling that the land no longer recognizes its own roots.

Vines climbed fast, over barn and beam

Took the porch, then took the dream

Kudzu swallowed daddy’s shed

By July, it took the bed

Beetles chewin’ on the corn

Somethin’ strange was bein’ born

Worms that twist like southern lies

Brought from ships beneath our skies

What don’t belong still finds a place

And pushes out without a trace

"Strangers in the soil"

They don’t ask

They just stay

They wrap and coil

"Strangers in the soil"

And roots recoil

Feral hogs tear through the land

Wasps now hum where bees once ran

Even waters grow new weeds

That choke the fish and block the reeds

We tried sprayin’, burnin’ clear

But every year, they reappear

The ground don’t know what it became

But it sure as hell ain’t the same

"Strangers in the soil"

They don’t ask

They just stay

They wrap and coil

"Strangers in the soil"

And roots recoil

Mama says, “It’s not their fault”

But the harvest came to a halt

You can’t blame what don’t know shame

Still, this ain’t the dirt we came

"Strangers in the soil"

They don’t ask

They just stay

They take, not toil

"Strangers in the soil"

And roots recoil

You plant your hope, you till with grace

But something else now takes its place...

"I Like Us Like This" is a heartfelt celebration of everyday love — imperfect, unfiltered, and deeply real. It embraces the beauty in small moments, from mismatched socks to shared laughter, showing how true connection lives in simplicity. With warmth and intimacy, the song honors a relationship that thrives not on perfection, but on presence, playfulness, and quiet devotion.

Sunset couch, your hand in mine

Crickets buzz in half time

No big plans, just stars and breeze

And laughing under swaying trees

Pizza cold, the wine half done

You say the day was kinda fun

We talk in loops, we sing off-key

But somehow that’s just home to me

"I like us like this"

Messy hair and evening bliss

No script, no need to overthink

We clink our glasses at the sink

"I like us like this"

Not polished, but we never miss

The way we turn small into gold

That’s our story — soft and bold

Laundry stacked, the dog half dry

We try and fail, then laugh and try

There’s magic in the mundane things

Like mismatched socks and porchlight swings

"I like us like this"

Burnt toast and an accidental kiss

We get it wrong, we make it right

With pillow talks that last all night

"I like us like this"

A little weird, a little free

But I wouldn’t trade a single beat

The world can chase its shiny show

We’ve got the kind that tends and grows

Not made for filters, just for truth

And I still feel the spark of youth

"I like us like this"

The kind of love you feel, not list

We’re tangled up in daily grace

Two real hearts in the same place

So here’s to us and quiet pride

A masterpiece in crooked lines

And "I like us like this"

Like this

Like this

Life this

Life this

Life this

"I like us like this"

The kind of love you feel, not list

We’re tangled up in daily grace

Two real hearts in the same place

So here’s to us and quiet pride

A masterpiece in crooked lines

And "I like us like this"

Like this

Like this

Life this

Life this

Life this

"Dust Knows No Mercy" is a stark and poignant portrait of drought and despair in a land abandoned by rain. With unflinching imagery, the song conveys the relentlessness of nature’s silence — how dust strips away not just crops, but hope, faith, and memory. It's a quiet lament for a forgotten place, where prayers go unanswered and survival feels like surrender.

Boots sink deep in the cracked-up land

No water, no crops, just God and sand

Fields once gold, now ghostly bare

Rain forgot we’re even there

Hope dried up like a rusted pail

Dreams don’t float on a thirsty trail

"Dust knows no mercy"

It don’t break

It don’t beg

It just takes

"Dust knows no mercy"

It don’t slow

It just blows

and never goes

The well ran dry back in July

Livin’ on tears and borrowed sky

Mama prays and the preacher swears

But no miracle rides that air

"Dust knows no mercy"

It don’t weep

It don’t care

if roots run deep

"Dust knows no mercy"

It don’t speak

Just whispers

and cracks the weak

Used to dance when the thunder rolled

Now we just stare where the green once growed

The silence louder than the pain

When every cloud forgets your name

"Dust knows no mercy"

It don’t stop

It don’t turn

It just drops

"Dust knows no mercy"

It don’t heal

It just peels

what truth can’t seal

Wind picks up, but it brings no rain

Just the dust and more of the same

"Blasted Hills (Broken Homes)" is a mournful protest against the destruction of land and community caused by industrial mining. It tells of a once-thriving place turned unrecognizable — poisoned streams, shattered homes, and deep emotional scars. With aching clarity, the song questions the cost of profit-driven progress, portraying a landscape and people forever altered by what can’t be undone.

Dynamite at morning light

Takes the ridge, steals the height

Mountains carved with careless hand

Just to mine what won't withstand

The stream ran sweet, now runs like oil

Black with grief from poisoned soil

Porch swings gone, the ground gave way

To cracks no roof can keep at bay

"Blasted hills, broken homes"

What we had

Now just stones

"Blasted hills, broken homes"

Left behind

Where green once shone

Dust coats every breath we take

Nothing grows, and rivers ache

They say it's work, they say it's life

But all it brings is silent strife

"Blasted hills, broken homes"

What we had

Now just stones

"Blasted hills, broken homes"

Left behind

Where green once shone

Mama’s grave on dusty land

Shakes each time the drills expand

We pray to stay, they pay to leave

And all that’s left is ghosts and grief

"Blasted hills, broken homes"

What we had

Now just stones

"Blasted hills, broken homes"

Left behind

Where green once shone

The earth remembers every scar

And wonders why we dug so far

"Campfire Dreams" is a witty and respectful ode to modern wilderness camping — where passion meets regulation. Balancing survivalist ambition with eco-conscious restraint, the song humorously captures the spirit of adventure without open flames, highlighting that nature’s true fire burns in quiet moments, cold beans, and star-filled nights. It’s about finding magic in the stillness, even when the matches stay dry.

Got my tarp, my flint, my knife

Ready to outlive modern life

Built a lean-to in thirty tries

Watched six reels on “how not to die”

Set my pack beside a pine

Marked my trail with homemade twine

Found a stick that kinda broke

But it’s enough to stir my oat

"Campfire dreams"

But no flame allowed

Just whisperin’ leaves and a fireless cloud

"Campfire dreams"

With a spark in mind

But forest law says: Leave no sign

Brought my axe (but just to pose)

Can’t chop wood where the green still grows

Used dead branches, snapped with care

Like the handbook said somewhere

"Campfire dreams"

But no flame allowed

Even smoke would scream too loud

"Campfire dreams"

So I toast my tales with cold can beans

Wrapped in stars and ranger screens

Nature ain’t your film set scene

It don’t need nails or kerosene

No wild blaze to warm the night

The quiet’s burnin’ just as bright

"Campfire dreams"

Singin’ low in the sleeping trees

With rulebook pages in the breeze

"Campfire dreams"

Still worth the chill, still worth the hike

Even if the fire’s just in my mic

So pack it in, pack it out

Let the wild stay wild, no doubt

Light no flame, but hearts ignite

In campfire dreams by northern light

No smoke, still glowing

"Ash on the Wind" is a somber reflection on the aftermath of wildfire — a poetic testament to loss, resilience, and the haunting silence left behind. Through vivid imagery of scorched land, vanished communities, and unanswered prayers, the song portrays fire as both destroyer and witness. Despite devastation, there's a quiet strength in continuing to plant and hope beneath a sky forever changed.

Cracked earth under my worn-out boots

Sky glows red like buried truths

Sirens wail but no one's near

Ashes fall like snow in fear

The line of trees is gone for good

The fire took more than it should

"Ash on the wind"

Tells the tale we won’t defend

Burned-out fields that won't pretend

"Ash on the wind"

Carries hope we couldn’t mend

Blows away what might’ve been

Used to hear the kids at play

Now it’s just the smoke that stays

Neighbors left with tear-stained notes

Even prayers caught in their throats

"Ash on the wind"

Tells the tale we won’t defend

Burned-out fields that won't pretend

"Ash on the wind"

Carries hope we couldn’t mend

Blows away what might’ve been

Fire don’t knock, it just arrives

Claims the land, then leaves our lives

What we build it eats with ease

A monster riding on the breeze

"Ash on the wind"

Tells the tale we won’t defend

Burned-out fields that won't pretend

"Ash on the wind"

Carries hope we couldn’t mend

Blows away what might’ve been

And still we plant, and still we try

Under that same scorched sky...

"Ash on the wind"

"Forest Heroes" is a heartfelt tribute to the unsung guardians of the wilderness — rangers, firefighters, and conservation crews who protect, restore, and defend nature with dedication and humility. Through fire, storms, and silence, they stand strong without seeking praise. The song honors their quiet courage and lasting legacy, reminding us that every healthy forest is a living monument to their unseen work.

Boots on the ridge, sun barely climbs

A saw wakes up, the silence chimes

Rangers check the fire lines

And forest workers read the pines

Smoke on the wind, radios buzz

Fire crews haul with no applause

Their hands are cracked, their eyes stay keen

They guard the green, they work unseen

"For the ones who hold the line"

Through fire, frost, and timbered time

Through storms and days that never end

They mend the roots, the trees defend

"For the ones who hold the line"

With grit and calm and boots worn thin

They fight for what should always win

They cut with care, they walk with pride

They read the land with nature’s guide

Restore the streams, rebuild the trails

When wind breaks hard, they set the nails

"For the ones who hold the line"

Through seasons harsh, through silent cries

They lift the woods beneath the skies

"For the ones who hold the line"

Their oath is made without a stage

They write their name on every age

They don’t seek medals, don’t claim fame

But every tree still speaks their name

Through ash and rain and midnight snow

They stand where most won’t dare to go

"For the ones who hold the line"

Rangers, crews, and hands that heal

The heroes born from grit and steel

"For the ones who hold the line"

So raise a cheer beneath the pine

The forest breathes — their grand design

So here’s a song, not loud but true

For those who do what few would do

"For the ones who hold the line"

Forever roots. Forever spine.

"The River Don’t Taste Right" is a mournful commentary on environmental degradation and lost connection to nature. Once a source of life and joy, the river has become tainted by pollution and neglect. Through vivid imagery and emotional honesty, the song reflects on what’s been lost — not just clean water, but community, memory, and trust. It's a quiet plea to recognize the damage before it's too late.

Used to dip a cup down low

Cool and clean from melted snow

Now it smells like rust and rain

Burns your lips and clouds your brain

Fish don’t dance like they once did

Kids don’t splash or flip a lid

Cows walk wide around the bend

Even frogs won’t call or send

"The river don’t taste right"

Too much gone

Too much fight

"The river don’t taste right"

What once ran clear

Now runs with spite

Fields upstream spill what they spray

All that green just fades to gray

What feeds the corn kills the rest

Left the water with no breath

"The river don’t taste right"

Too much gone

Too much fight

"The river don’t taste right"

What once ran clear

Now runs with spite

We built our homes along the bank

Now we watch the colors tank

Stories float in every drop

But no one listens long enough to stop

"The river don’t taste right"

Too much gone

Too much fight

"The river don’t taste right"

What once ran clear

Now runs with spite

Dip your hand, it tells the tale

Of warnings lost and efforts frail...

"The river don’t taste right"

"Somewhere I’m Still Me" is a heartfelt tribute to a soulmate — a best friend and life partner who offers quiet understanding, steadfast love, and unwavering presence through every storm. It's about being truly seen, even when words fail, and about the comfort of knowing that someone holds your truest self when you can’t. A love song not of grand gestures, but of profound, everyday grace — written for the one who never lets go.

Old truck bench, dusty light

Two beers open, no need to fight

You don’t ask where I’ve been

Just smile once and let me in

You don’t blink when I go quiet

You just wait out every riot

You saw the roads I tried alone

The weight I carried on my own

And when I drift, you hold the line

No judgment there, just hands and time

"Somewhere I’m still me"

Even when I lose my name

You see the boy behind the blame

"Somewhere I’m still me"

When the world forgets

You still believe

Through years and towns and miles gone wide

We stayed close, still in stride

You kept my silence like a vow

You knew the when, not just the how

We don’t speak like we once could

But you still get me like you should

Some ties don’t fade, they just lie deep

Like roots that hold when others sleep

"Somewhere I’m still me"

Even when I twist too far

You bring me back just as I are

"Somewhere I’m still me"

When I don’t speak

You still can read

Not every friend will walk you home

Some just stay and let you roam

But you were there with open hands

A compass drawn in shifting sand

"Somewhere I’m still me"

Even when I don’t believe

You hold the part I can’t retrieve

"Somewhere I’m still me"

Not who I show

But who I be

So here’s to those who never bend

The kind you meet but never end...

"Love you Honey"

"Breathin’ Ain’t Free" is a gritty, urgent protest song about air pollution and the high cost of environmental neglect. It paints a sobering picture of a world where clean air has become a luxury — traded for industry, profit, and denial. With raw honesty, the song questions who pays the price when the air turns toxic, and mourns a future where simply breathing has become a struggle, not a right.

Smog rolls in with the morning light

Can’t see the hills past neon signs

In the past the sky was blue

Back when I was twenty-two

Now it’s gray and kinda thick

Kids get coughin' mighty quick

Diesel roars and factory steam

Pushin’ past that “livin’ green”

Asthma’s rising, lungs feel tight

Stars ain’t out on summer nights

"Breathin’ ain’t free"

No clean wind, no guarantee

Payin’ for air like gasoline

"Breathin’ ain’t free"

It burns to breathe

In this land of the brave, can’t catch reprieve

Oil towns built on fire and smoke

Men die young with lungs half broke

Cities choke on tailpipe songs

While we still claim “nothin’s wrong”

Can’t outrun it on the farm

Cropdust drifts like slow alarm

Even woods got poison haze

Breathin' strange these modern days

"Breathin’ ain’t free"

No clean wind, no guarantee

We paved the sky for industry

"Breathin’ ain’t free"

It stings like shame

When you raise your kid and curse his name

Filters won’t fix what we’ve done

Masks can’t block out every sun

If air's a right, then why’s it sold?

And who decides how black is gold?

"Breathin’ ain’t free"

No clean wind, no guarantee

We breathe the cost of their decree

"Breathin’ ain’t free"

And that’s our fate

To choke for power, love, and hate

The wind still blows, but not for peace

In a world where breathin’ ain’t free...

"Nothing We Can’t Fix" is a lighthearted and affirming love song about a relationship that’s not broken — just real. Set in a home full of creaks, leaks, and quirks, the song celebrates a couple who handle life’s little imperfections with laughter, teamwork, and affection. Nothing is falling apart — not the house, not the love. It’s a tribute to sturdy bonds, homemade solutions, and the quiet joy of building something lasting together.

Loose fence gate, squeaky swing

Oil-stained jeans and a doorbell ring

Nothing works just like it should

But somehow still, it’s all real good

Leaky tap, a floorboard moans

Old screen door sings in broken tones

The oven smokes, the fridge might quit

But we just laugh and deal with it

"Nothing we can’t fix"

With a kiss and some duct tape tricks

A Saturday and two good hands

And maybe a song from your old band

"Nothing we can’t fix"

With stubborn love and coffee mix

If it breaks, we patch with pride

We hold on — not run and hide

You mend the seams, I hold the glue

We find the spark in every room

And every flaw we call our style

Imperfect hearts that go the mile

"Nothing we can’t fix"

With a grin and our old tool kit

The world might wobble, squeal, or spin

But you and I don’t cave, we grin

"Nothing we can’t fix"

We fight, we cry, then we remix

’Cause love ain’t clean, it’s tried and worn

But that’s the house where hope is born

Some folks bolt when something snaps

But we just tighten screws and straps

We build with flaws, we grow with cracks

That’s how we keep the good stuff packed

"Nothing we can’t fix"

With some grace and homemade tricks

It’s patched with sweat and songs and glue

But baby, it still holds me and you

So bring the nails and I’ll bring wine

We’ll fix it all — one laugh at a time

"Just like always"

"Wind at My Back" is a feel-good, freedom-filled anthem about being fully present and at peace. With no baggage, no pressure, and nothing to outrun, the narrator embraces the open road, warm coffee, loyal company, and a heart finally aligned. It’s not escape — it’s arrival. A celebration of simplicity, momentum, and the kind of quiet joy that needs no destination — just the wind, the sun, and the road ahead.

Wind at my back

Sun breaks clean through a dusty sky

Boots hit ground and spirits fly

Ain’t no weight I gotta shake

This road gives more than it takes

Coffee warm, and truck runs true

Got no map, but a hell of a view

Nothing chasing, nothing to prove

Just a breeze that helps me move

 "Wind at my back"

No storm ahead, no past to track

Feet in the dirt, heart on track

 "Wind at my back"

Got no doubts, no need to pack

Just the sun, the song, and wind at my back

Old dog riding shotgun pride

Radio hums, can’t kill this vibe

Tires hum with every mile

Life’s still rough, but damn it’s styled

 "Wind at my back"

No storm ahead, no past to track

Feet in the dirt, heart on track

 "Wind at my back"

Got no doubts, no need to pack

Just the sun, the song, and wind at my back

Ain’t luck, it’s love that turned the tide

You find peace when you stop the fight

Let the world spin, I’ll lean and grin

With air this good, I always win

 "Wind at my back"

No storm ahead, no past to track

Feet in the dirt, heart on track

 "Wind at my back"

Got no doubts, no need to pack

Just the sun, the song, and wind at my back

Nothing fancy, nothing planned

But it feels like gold just holding the land

"Let it blow, let it lead"

"The Sky Ain’t Quiet" is a powerful, urgent song about the escalating violence of nature in a world changed by denial and delay. Once-reliable seasons have turned unpredictable, and storms no longer arrive with warning — they crash in like reckoning. With vivid imagery of drought, fire, and fear, the song laments a landscape transformed, where the sky now speaks in rage and ash instead of rain and peace.

Dry winds blow where rivers ran

A thunder drum in no man’s land

Clouds roll in but won’t let loose

This land forgot what rain can do

The corn stands still, the dust runs wild

The fire eats through every mile

Texas cracks, and Cali screams

While we still chase old ghostly dreams

"THE SKY AIN’T QUIET NO MORE"

Storms don’t knock, they break the door

And fire walks across the floor

We pray for calm, but get the roar

The sky ain’t quiet no more

Summers stretch like rubber bands

Winters fade through heated hands

The air feels strange, the birds fly wrong

The news moves fast but don’t stay long

"THE SKY AIN’T QUIET NO MORE"

Storms don’t knock, they break the door

And fire walks across the floor

We pray for calm, but get the roar

"THE SKY AIN’T QUIET NO MORE"

Wasn’t always like this here

Used to count on every year

Now we plant and close our eyes

While thunder laughs across the skies

"THE SKY AIN’T QUIET NO MORE"

Ashes fall like broken leaves

Smoke writes verses no one reads

Once we danced in evening’s glow

Now we run from what we know

"Build It Back (Better Roots)" is an anthem of resilience, rebirth, and collective wisdom earned through hardship. After fire, flood, and loss, the song calls not just for rebuilding — but for rebuilding smarter, stronger, and deeper. With reverence for the past and hope for the future, it honors the grit, grace, and generational lessons that anchor a community determined to rise — not as before, but better.

Hammer in hand, sun on my neck

Burned it down, now time to check

We lost the trees, we lost the fields

We felt the heat, we watched it steal

But every board we lay with care

Says: “This time, we’re really there”

Storms can shake and fires roar

But we ain’t bowin’ anymore

We learned from every flood and flame

We’re buildin’ back — not just the same

"Build it back, better roots"

Deeper down

Stronger truth

"Build it back, better roots"

With old wood hearts

and new-born boots

Plant the seeds that hold through drought

Sing the songs that cast out doubt

Raise the beams with steady grace

And let no wind erase this place

Teach the kids what we got wrong

Let their hands be firm and strong

The earth may tremble, skies may fall

But we ain't scared — we’ve seen it all

"Build it back, better roots"

Deeper down

Stronger truth

"Build it back, better roots"

With old wood hearts

and new-born boots

Patch the holes, repaint the barn

Turn the guilt into a charm

Take the pain and stitch it proud

Say it loud, say it loud:

"Build it back, better roots"

From rust and ash

To rising shoots

"Build it back, better roots"

Not like before

But fierce and true

And when they ask what held us tight

We’ll say: We did. Through darkest night.

Land won’t kneel is a song for every voice that won’t be silenced and every heart that still believes in truth.

It’s not about anger — it’s about courage. About holding the line when the world feels like it’s slipping.

This song stands with those who rise for what’s right, who speak when it’s easier to stay quiet, and who know that freedom is something you feel deep in your chest.

Tear gas in the city light

Steel boots echo through the night

Sirens hum a broken vow

But freedom’s voice gets louder now

No flag waves for fear alone

No wall can hold a rightful home

We plant our feet on burning stone

Still singing truths we’ve always known

— Land won’t kneel —

Even when the skies grow steel

Even when the night won’t feel

— Land won’t kneel —

Hearts beat on in every street

Justice rising, raw and real

You can send the guards and guns

But not silence every one

We hold the names they try to hide

And wear their stories in our stride

A soldier’s oath, a mother’s prayer

A child’s voice raised in the square

The power never owned the land

It breathes in every open hand

— Land won’t kneel —

Even when the skies grow steel

Even when the night won’t feel

— Land won’t kneel —

Hearts beat on in every street

Justice rising, raw and real

This isn’t war, this is a plea

To live with truth and dignity

They call it order, we call it shame

No leader bigger than the name

— Land won’t kneel —

Even when they roll the tanks

Even when they freeze our ranks

— Land won’t kneel —

Write it bold on every sign

The soil is free, the roots are mine

We march on not to obey

But to remind what brave must say

And when they ask what truth revealed…

Say: — *Land won’t kneel* —