This post features songs from artists who
self-identify as being Southern Rock, as well as a song that can easily fit
within that genre. Southern Rock has morphed and expanded since its heyday in
the 1970s.
Jason & The Arguments are based in Eugene,
Oregon. “Me and the Devil” is a single from their debut album, “The Road to
Good Intentions,” which they describe as “a liquor-stained collection of
songs detailing every failed attempt to resist the Devil’s sweet temptations
and stay on the straight and narrow. Come join our gathering of saints and
sinners as we retell the gospel of Jason & the Arguments through soulful
debauchery and the shiftiest kind of blues.”
The credits on the Bandcamp site of their
album list:
Brice Mercer - Vocals, Rhodes, Piano
Michael Carstens - Vocals, Harmonica
Kevin Wilson - Vocals, Guitar, Congas
Dan Reyhle - Guitar, Back Up Vocals
Kasey Waite - Drums
Jason Russell - Bass
“Me and the Devil” is an outlaw country
tune about parents mourning their son’s death at the hands of the police and
his ghostly return to seek vengeance. The song was written by Jason Russell and
Robert Bruce Russell. Jason explains that he found the lyrics in one of his
father’s notebooks after the passing of his father.
Brice Mercer - Vocals, Rhodes, Piano
Michael Carstens - Vocals, Harmonica
Kevin Wilson - Vocals, Guitar, Congas
Dan Reyhle - Guitar, Back Up Vocals
Kasey Waite - Drums
Jason Russell - Bass
“Me and the Devil” by Jason & The
Arguments
Website: https://jasonandthearguments.com/
Bandcamp: https://jasonandthearguments.bandcamp.com/
Bandcamp: https://jasonandthearguments.bandcamp.com/
“All That Romance” is a single from Matty
James Cassidy, who “pens and performs heart-felt, sing-along, tale-telling,
rabble-rousing songs you can hang your hat on.” His bio is an interesting one:
Now based in Camden, London, Cassidy began his career as a drummer, playing pubs and clubs across Ireland from the age of 13. He soon stepped out from behind the kit as the bass-playing frontman of a group of “noise monsters” (as once described by Hot Press magazine) called Filthy Angels. A few years later, he set sail for England and picked up the acoustic guitar to further his songwriting. That shift led him down the beaten path of the modern-day troubadour — bringing his own brand of roots rock & roll to venues across the country and beyond, often sleeping in train stations and relying on cheap overnight coach tickets to make the gigs.
Today, his shows run the spectrum: solo gigs are intimate, raconteur-style affairs brimming with grit, heart, and humor, while performances with The Real Villains — a lethal gang of road-hardened musicians handpicked along the way — are raucous, high-energy spectacles built for big stages and rowdy nights.
“All That Romance” by Matty James Cassidy
Now based in Camden, London, Cassidy began his career as a drummer, playing pubs and clubs across Ireland from the age of 13. He soon stepped out from behind the kit as the bass-playing frontman of a group of “noise monsters” (as once described by Hot Press magazine) called Filthy Angels. A few years later, he set sail for England and picked up the acoustic guitar to further his songwriting. That shift led him down the beaten path of the modern-day troubadour — bringing his own brand of roots rock & roll to venues across the country and beyond, often sleeping in train stations and relying on cheap overnight coach tickets to make the gigs.
Today, his shows run the spectrum: solo gigs are intimate, raconteur-style affairs brimming with grit, heart, and humor, while performances with The Real Villains — a lethal gang of road-hardened musicians handpicked along the way — are raucous, high-energy spectacles built for big stages and rowdy nights.
“All That Romance” by Matty James Cassidy
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/mattyjamescassidy
Website: https://mattyjamescassidy.com/
Bandcamp: https://mattyjamescassidy.bandcamp.com/
Website: https://mattyjamescassidy.com/
Bandcamp: https://mattyjamescassidy.bandcamp.com/
Lyrics of “All That
Romance” by Matty James Cassidy
All that romance is dead, so they said
In a world with nothing in it
They lost the thread
Now the town’s overrun with vigilantes instead
All that romance is dead, so they said
All that romance is dead, so I said
As the doors swing open
To a saloon bar in hell
With all your dead relatives
With something to sell, ‘cause
Lies and false virtues are all very well
Here stands this saloon bar
Right here in hell
Here stands this buffoon bar
Right here in hell
The Wild West has been tamed
The poet’s been shamed
They’ll never work in this town again
The Wild West has been shamed
The poet’s been tamed
They’ll never work in this town again anyway
You better pray
Don’t ask me ‘cause I’m irrelevant
To quote the irreverent revenant
Just don’t ignore the sentiment
And let that be the end of it
See, the contextual complexity
Being missed is what vexes me
But that’s the whole point
Just go ask the rest of me
The Wild West has been tamed
The poet’s been shamed
They’ll never work in this town again
What’s that smell? Can you tell?
What’s worth your time?
Please William, do tell
I’ll keep my mouth shut
The pigs flying dun fell
They said it wouldn’t happen
Let’s keep it that way instead
Then I saw red
All that romance is dead
D-E-A-D, Dead.
All that romance is dead, so they said
In a world with nothing in it
They lost the thread
Now the town’s overrun with vigilantes instead
All that romance is dead, so they said
All that romance is dead, so I said
As the doors swing open
To a saloon bar in hell
With all your dead relatives
With something to sell, ‘cause
Lies and false virtues are all very well
Here stands this saloon bar
Right here in hell
Here stands this buffoon bar
Right here in hell
The Wild West has been tamed
The poet’s been shamed
They’ll never work in this town again
The Wild West has been shamed
The poet’s been tamed
They’ll never work in this town again anyway
You better pray
Don’t ask me ‘cause I’m irrelevant
To quote the irreverent revenant
Just don’t ignore the sentiment
And let that be the end of it
See, the contextual complexity
Being missed is what vexes me
But that’s the whole point
Just go ask the rest of me
The Wild West has been tamed
The poet’s been shamed
They’ll never work in this town again
What’s that smell? Can you tell?
What’s worth your time?
Please William, do tell
I’ll keep my mouth shut
The pigs flying dun fell
They said it wouldn’t happen
Let’s keep it that way instead
Then I saw red
All that romance is dead
D-E-A-D, Dead.
"Rattlesnake (feat. Zach Bryan)"
is a collaborative single by Jack Van Cleaf and Zach Bryan. The song was
released in January 2025 as the lead single for Van Cleaf's album, “JVC.”
The song is a re-imagining of Van Cleaf's 2022 track "Rattlesnake"
and features Bryan on vocals and instrumentation.
Jack Van Cleaf is based in Encinitas, California
“Rattlesnake” by Jack Van Cleaf & Zach Bryan
Jack Van Cleaf is based in Encinitas, California
“Rattlesnake” by Jack Van Cleaf & Zach Bryan
Bandcamp: https://jackvancleaf.bandcamp.com/
Lyrics of “Rattlesnake”
by Jack Van Cleaf & Zach Bryan
Losing touch in Tennessee
Freedom’s got the best of me
Goddamn my opportunities
Goddamn this easy livin’
Gasping for the mountain air
Crawling up the campus stairs
My throne is an electric chair
I’m stunned with indecision
Pray for upgrades on my soul
Tearing through an open road
Questioning my moral code
And screaming at a windshield
Knowing better all along
Knowing all I know is wrong
Throwing up my alcohol
Am I making this a big deal?
Oh, my skull is just a big white house
To some punk-ass kids from out of town
They stay up late, and talk real loud
And sometimes I feel like kicking them out
Self-absorbed most of the time
Obsessed with sex and suicide
The dreams of Texas girls gone by
I lie like California
Stumbling over all the states
Mumbling like a basket case,
“Oh, love is like a rattlesnake
Before it bites it tries to warn ya”
But my heart is just a little boy
Holding hands like brand-new toys
Drunk on freedom, stuck on choice
Just cooing for the rattle’s noise
Out of town and two klicks past
I found a western diamondback
It blocks my self-destructive path
I laugh, it shakes its tail
Says, “If you hurt all of your friends
And disappear around the bend
You bet you come right back again
And try to love, though you may fail.”
Losing touch in Tennessee
Freedom’s got the best of me
Goddamn my opportunities
Goddamn this easy livin’
Gasping for the mountain air
Crawling up the campus stairs
My throne is an electric chair
I’m stunned with indecision
Pray for upgrades on my soul
Tearing through an open road
Questioning my moral code
And screaming at a windshield
Knowing better all along
Knowing all I know is wrong
Throwing up my alcohol
Am I making this a big deal?
Oh, my skull is just a big white house
To some punk-ass kids from out of town
They stay up late, and talk real loud
And sometimes I feel like kicking them out
Self-absorbed most of the time
Obsessed with sex and suicide
The dreams of Texas girls gone by
I lie like California
Stumbling over all the states
Mumbling like a basket case,
“Oh, love is like a rattlesnake
Before it bites it tries to warn ya”
But my heart is just a little boy
Holding hands like brand-new toys
Drunk on freedom, stuck on choice
Just cooing for the rattle’s noise
Out of town and two klicks past
I found a western diamondback
It blocks my self-destructive path
I laugh, it shakes its tail
Says, “If you hurt all of your friends
And disappear around the bend
You bet you come right back again
And try to love, though you may fail.”
“Faded Stage” is a release song by the duo
Carla & Paul aka Butterfly Division, also known as Butterfly Division. It
is a single from their album “Beyond the Horizon.” Quoting their
Soundcloud bio:
"The real gift of music is how many
lives you can positively impact.
Butterfly Division is a band that has been
making music for many years. They started out with experimental rock and
electronica. Later, they also moved into dance/EDM. Now they're more into
singer-songwriter, indie rock, and alternative rock.
We once released cassettes and CDs
independently. We don't have a label, and we don't want to be corrupted by the
music industry. We remain independent.
“Faded Stage” by Butterfly Division
Lyrics of “Faded Stage”
by Butterfly Division
Six-string slung across my spine,
Road dust mixed with cherry wine,
Sold-out nights, the amps would scream,
We were gods inside a dream.
Lightning in our blood and bones,
Love and chaos on the phones,
Now it’s silence in the hall,
But I still hear every call.
I still see the hands reachin’ high,
Feel the thunder in the sky,
Back when fire burned in my name,
And every kiss was gasoline.
Now the crowd’s a distant haze,
Just echoes on a faded stage.
Leather jackets, broken strings,
We gave our souls to the machine,
Red-lipped girls and hotel sins,
Yeah, we thought it’d never end.
Every song, a rebel prayer,
Screamin' loud like no one cared,
Now I play to empty rooms,
Still chasing ghosts in worn-out tunes.
I still see the hands reachin’ high,
Feel the thunder in the sky,
Back when fire burned in my name,
And every kiss was gasoline.
Now the spotlight’s cold and strange,
But I still bleed on this faded stage.
No curtain call, no grand goodbye,
Just vinyl dreams and bloodshot eyes,
I’d trade it all to feel that spark,
One last riot in the dark.
I still see the hands reachin’ high,
Feel the thunder in the sky,
Back when we were wild and loud,
Kings of sweat beneath the crowd.
Now it’s just me and my cage,
Singin' truth on a faded stage.
Yeah, the glory days are gone,
But the song still rages on...
Six-string slung across my spine,
Road dust mixed with cherry wine,
Sold-out nights, the amps would scream,
We were gods inside a dream.
Lightning in our blood and bones,
Love and chaos on the phones,
Now it’s silence in the hall,
But I still hear every call.
I still see the hands reachin’ high,
Feel the thunder in the sky,
Back when fire burned in my name,
And every kiss was gasoline.
Now the crowd’s a distant haze,
Just echoes on a faded stage.
Leather jackets, broken strings,
We gave our souls to the machine,
Red-lipped girls and hotel sins,
Yeah, we thought it’d never end.
Every song, a rebel prayer,
Screamin' loud like no one cared,
Now I play to empty rooms,
Still chasing ghosts in worn-out tunes.
I still see the hands reachin’ high,
Feel the thunder in the sky,
Back when fire burned in my name,
And every kiss was gasoline.
Now the spotlight’s cold and strange,
But I still bleed on this faded stage.
No curtain call, no grand goodbye,
Just vinyl dreams and bloodshot eyes,
I’d trade it all to feel that spark,
One last riot in the dark.
I still see the hands reachin’ high,
Feel the thunder in the sky,
Back when we were wild and loud,
Kings of sweat beneath the crowd.
Now it’s just me and my cage,
Singin' truth on a faded stage.
Yeah, the glory days are gone,
But the song still rages on...
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