(Twelve chapters of another storyline)
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Another Way It Goes – Full Album (1:04:33)
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Destiny Reimagined in Another Way It Goes
There are albums you listen to, and there are albums you weather. Another Way It Goes belongs firmly in the latter camp, less a collection of songs than a storm system sweeping through the heart. Each track is a thunderclap in a greater upheaval: not mourning what was lost, but setting it aflame and forging something new from its ash.
The journey begins with “Blood Moon Rising,” a scream at the heavens that turns a body into cosmos and defiance into scripture. It is a battle cry for autonomy, for the right to burn brighter than any law written against flesh. From its first shriek, the album announces: this is not retreat, this is insurgency.
That flame feeds directly into “Static Queens,” where broken radios and silenced women rewire the entire frequency of country music. Here, static isn’t noise; it’s reclamation. Guitars crash like transmission towers falling, while a chorus of voices rises to seize the airwaves.
“Ghosts We Name” slows the tempo but raises the stakes, a dirge that insists memory is power. Forgotten pioneers, Black and underrepresented voices, return not as whispers but as a chant, a litany, a reckoning. History is not buried—it is amplified.
Then comes “Soft as Steel,” the album’s sly pivot. Where once vulnerability might have been mistaken for fragility, here it is weaponized. Spoken word grows into distortion until softness itself becomes iron. The sneer of “Now dig in, bitch!” lands like a slap against every tired stereotype of strength.
From there, the earth itself fractures open in “Faultline Fire.” What could have been burial becomes resurrection; tremors birth sparks, not ash. It is the sound of grief refusing to stay underground, erupting instead as art that blazes.
The fever continues with “Agency Now,” guitars cutting like scissors, the word mine spat like a mantra. If earlier tracks wrestled with being erased, here the artist shreds every string tied to her—claiming her mind, her scars, her story.
And then, unexpectedly, comes joy as rebellion: “Barbecue Revolution.” It’s raucous, greasy, a backyard feast turned manifesto. Between spatulas and gang-shouted choruses, the song insists that revolution can be fed with laughter, ribs, and song as much as with fire.
The horizon opens wide on “Neon Prairie,” where Texas glows not as nostalgia but as neon blood still alive in the veins. Pedal steel and punk collide, a love letter to heritage that refuses to fade.
“Unboxed” smashes labels next. Wife, mother, sinner, saint—all cages burnt to ash. It is not only inclusivity but audacity, declaring that difference itself is power, shouted raw over stomping Riot Grrrl chords.
By “Poet With Teeth,” words become fists. Ink spills like revolution; every line bites, every stanza bleeds. It’s a love song to language itself, sharpened into a weapon.
The arc turns communal in “Sisters in Feedback.” What began as a solitary scream has become a chorus of mentors, makers, riot kin layering dissonance into harmony. The message is clear: no one rises alone.
Finally, the curtain falls with “Glass No More.” Where once there was a shattered bird pressed against the glass, now there is only the fist breaking through it. Not a survivor, but a queen. Not a lament, but a scream fading into sovereignty. It is a finale that leaves silence not empty, but charged—alive with what has been broken and remade.
Taken together, Another Way It Goes is an unmasking. It does not beg for empathy, nor does it dwell in the prison of heartbreak. Instead, it detonates pity and reclaims power—personal, political, artistic. It is Amanda Shires at a crossroads, refusing to stand still, choosing instead to set the ground ablaze and stride forward crowned in flame.
As Gloria Steinem once said, “The truth will set you free, but first it will piss you off.”
This album lives in that blaze: furious, liberating, unforgettable.
— Reviewed by Calista Ray
Calista means “most beautiful” (from Greek), which nods subtly to celebrating feminine power without objectifying it. Ray suggests illumination, piercing light, truth-telling. Put together, it reads like someone who shines a light beautifully but sharply, matching the tone of the review, which admires fiercely but does not flatter passively.
Tracks/Descriptors/Lyrics
Blood Moon Rising
Lyric prompt: “A body is not a battleground but a cosmos / My choice burns brighter than your laws.”
Theme: Reproductive rights & abortion access.
Music prompt: Riot Grrrl punk anthem with snarling guitars, a pounding, heartbeat-like bass, and sudden drops into whisper-sung verses before erupting into screams.
[Verse 1]
Blood moon rising, heat in the streets—SCREAM!
Testify my right to exist—FERAL SCREAM!
You want a war, but I’m a revolution star—UNLEASHED SCREAM!
Messy, loud, and holy, owning every scar—PRIMAL SCREAM!
[Pre-Chorus]
But quiet—
(They hush, they shame)
Whispered rage in a hospital light
(Their laws, their blame)
[Chorus]
A body is not a battleground but a cosmos—SCREAM UNHINGED!
My choice burns brighter than your laws—SCREAM UNHINGED!
Crimson rivers, ancient as the dawn—ANIMAL SCREAM!
You fear our power because it’s always carried on—GUTTURAL SCREAM!
[Verse 2]
Crimson tide, you cannot deny—SHRIEK!
We exist, resist, we multiply—FERAL SCREAM!
Back alley shadows, hospital halls—HOWL!
Heartbeat bass shaking these walls—PRIMAL SCREAM!
[Pre-Chorus]
But silent—
(They hush, they shame)
Whispered rage under neon lights
(Their laws, their blame)
[Chorus]
A body is not a battleground but a cosmos—SCREAM UNHINGED!
My choice burns brighter than your laws—SCREAM UNHINGED!
Crimson rivers, ancient as the dawn—ANIMAL SCREAM!
You fear our power because it’s always carried on—GUTTURAL SCREAM!
[Violin Solo]
Extended, wild, distorted electric violin solo—bow shreds, strings howl, distortion and glitch, full punk aggression
[Bridge]
Don’t police the stardust in my veins—HOWL!
Don’t legislate the fire, don’t name your pain—FERAL SCREAM!
I own this, I hold this, I rise and scream—PRIMAL SCREAM!
On blood moons, on bright days, on broken dreams—SHRIEK!
[Chorus]
A body is not a battleground but a cosmos—SCREAM UNHINGED!
My choice burns brighter than your laws—SCREAM UNHINGED!
Crimson rivers, ancient as the dawn—ANIMAL SCREAM!
You fear our power because it’s always carried on—GUTTURAL SCREAM!
[Outro]
SCREAM UNHINGED! SHRIEK! HOWL! ANIMAL SCREAM!
Static Queens
Lyric prompt: “You tuned us out / We broke your radios / Now every frequency is ours.”
Theme: Representation of women in country music.
Music prompt: Riot Grrrl grunge-punk with jagged, distorted riffs; gang vocals that sound like a chorus of women breaking static.
[Verse 1]
Dial my rage through busted speakers
You said “not your scene,” you made us weaker
Turned the volume down on every girl found
But this feedback’s coming back, and it’s shaking the ground
[Pre-Chorus]
White noise in the saddle, hush in the neon
We built our own stages, kept riding on
[Chorus]
You tuned us out, we broke your radios
Now every frequency is ours—let it overflow
We’re static queens with busted crowns
Our chorus is thunder, can’t keep us down
[Verse 2]
Tune to the dirt—boots and blood on the airwaves
You gatekept the hits, but we’re the ones who stay
We’re outlaw, we’re chorus, we’re riot and scream
Jagged and wild—more country than you’ve ever seen
[Pre-Chorus]
White noise in the saddle, hush in the neon
We built our own stages, kept riding on
[Chorus]
You tuned us out, we broke your radios
Now every frequency is ours—let it overflow
We’re static queens with busted crowns
Our chorus is thunder, can’t keep us down
[Bridge]
Static chorus, breaking free
We’re a wave that you can’t see
Rewiring country, torch in hand
We tune in, we rise, we take this land
[Chorus]
You tuned us out, we broke your radios
Now every frequency is ours—let it overflow
We’re static queens with busted crowns
Our chorus is thunder, can’t keep us down
[Outro]
Turn it loud, burn it clean
We are country’s static queens
Ghosts We Name
Lyric prompt: “Say their names louder than your silence / Let the forgotten burn through your stage lights.”
Theme: Honoring Black & underrepresented country artists.
Music prompt: A Riot Grrrl dirge building into a thunderous punk wail, with call-and-response chants of legendary names.
[Verse 1]
Say their names louder than your silence
Let the forgotten burn through your stage lights
In the static of a radio, in the dust of the vinyl
Echoes of legends you were never told
[Pre-Chorus]
Steel-string phantoms, shadows in the rafters
Carved out of verses, hearts beating faster
[Chorus]
Ghosts we name—sing them now, don’t erase
Let their stories howl, let their rivers run
Ghosts we name—haunting every space
Country carved in color; truth can’t be undone
[Verse 2]
Mother Maybelle, DeFord, Charley, Linda
Hidden histories, trails left behind
Chants rise up, a chorus thunder
Riot Grrrl fury, break the hush on the line
[Bridge]
Say their names, shout ‘em with me / Call, respond—never let them leave
Freddie, Rhiannon, Lesley, Cleve / It’s time you see who owns these dreams
[Chorus]
Ghosts we name—sing them now, don’t erase
Let their stories howl, let their rivers run
Ghosts we name—haunting every space
Country carved in color; truth can’t be undone
[Outro]
From ashes to embers and ashes to flame
We lift up the ghosts, we honor their names
Soft as Steel
Lyric prompt: “I bleed, I break / And that’s my power / Vulnerability isn’t weakness / It’s the weapon.”
Theme: Matriarchal Power Needs No Man’s Permission
Music prompt: Riot Grrrl manifesto with punk guitar riffs, steady bass, driving drums, and gritty melodic vocals. Powerful yet reflective feminine power set to music.
[Verse 1]
I bleed, I break / And that’s my power
Vulnerability isn’t weakness / It’s the weapon
Stone-eyed stares, fists in my pockets
You don’t see the cracks, but I show them honest
[Pre-Chorus]
Wounds make maps across my skin
Every scar, a new beginning
Tough girl, cracked open—watch me win
[Chorus]
Soft as steel, I bruise, I heal
Turn my pain into something real
Not your doll, not your saint
I’m bleeding out with nothing faint
[Verse 2]
I cry, I scream / My throat’s a knife
I wear my softness like armor in a fight
You think I’m fragile, try again
Delicate but never bent
[Bridge]
You like Rocky Mountain oysters? You would.
Real men gorge on Lone Star Rosebuds.
Now Dig In, Bitch!
[Chorus]
Soft as steel, I bruise, I heal
Turn my pain into something real
Breaking the rules, tearing the seal
Power in the truth I reveal
[Outro]
Soft, steel, soft, steel, yeah
I break, I bleed, I never kneel
I’m soft as steel
Faultline Fire
Lyric prompt: “Shake me / Don’t bury me / From the faultline I rise / Spitting sparks, not ash.”
Theme: Art as emotional healing & empowerment.
Music prompt: Riot Grrrl meets desert rock; jagged guitar feedback like earthquakes, vocals oscillating between grief and rebirth.
[Verse 1]
Shake me / Don’t bury me
From the faultline I rise / Spitting sparks, not ash
Dust in my veins, fire at my feet
Every crack in the earth, still pulses, still beats
[Pre-Chorus]
Grief rolls low like thunder waves
But I’m not sinking, I’m making graves
For every time you said I’d break
Now watch me tremble, now watch me shake
[Chorus]
Faultline fire, burning under skin
Born of the breakage, letting power in
Rage to redemption, ashes to wire
Wounds all glowing, I’m faultline fire
[Verse 2]
Desert wind, howling song
Carve out a canyon where I belong
Stone and sorrow, sweat and shame
I forged them all into my name
[Bridge]
I crack, I quake, reborn in pain
Scars are scriptures, nothing in vain
Can’t bury hurt that learned to flame
This heat will never die again
[Chorus]
Faultline fire, burning under skin
Born of the breakage, letting power in
Rage to redemption, ashes to wire
Wounds all glowing, I’m faultline fire
[Outro]
From fractures I rise, don’t look away
Art out of agony—watch me blaze
Agency Now
Lyric prompt: “No one pulls my strings / I cut every wire myself.”
Theme: Mental health & agency in relationships.
Music prompt: Frenetic, jagged rhythms, guitars cutting like scissors; screamed refrains of “Mine, mine, mine.”
[Verse 1]
No one pulls my strings / I cut every wire myself
My hands make the rules / Fear and shame on the shelf
Stitch up the silence, rip down the doubt
If I take the blame / I can take myself out
[Pre-Chorus]
Heartbeat racing on broken ground
Freedom’s bitter, but I like the sound
No more watching, no more bow
I claim my mind—I claim it now
[Chorus]
Mine, mine, mine—screamed from the pit
Mine, mine, mine—refuse to submit
Jagged edge heart, cutting through the crowd
This agency, I’m owning now
[Verse 2]
I name my demons, I drag them into light
Ripped at the seams but I still fight
You tried to puppeteer, control my scars
Now I snap all your strings like a rusted guitar
[Bridge]
No one pulls my strings / No one but me
Every wire I cut sets another part free
[Chorus]
Mine, mine, mine—screamed from the pit
Mine, mine, mine—refuse to submit
Jagged edge heart, cutting through the crowd
This agency, I’m owning now
[Outro]
I am not the sum
Barbecue Revolution
[Chorus]
“Not all revolutions start with fire
Some start with neighbors, ribs, and a mother fucking song.
I’ll mind the grill; you mind your cave manners.
Empty your wallet you patriarchal puke”
Theme: Supporting local, philanthropic community efforts.
Music prompt: A Riot Grrrl barnstormer with playful gang shouts, clanking percussion, a party-punk vibe but with grit.
[Verse 1]
Smoke signals rise from the end of the street
Neighbors gather up, kick dust in the heat
Cheap beer, cheap thrills, open invitation
This grill’s got more power than a whole damn nation
[Pre-Chorus]
Pass the plate, pass the word
Feed the hungry, make your voice heard
Every spatula’s a weapon, every apron a shield
We fight with joy—watch the system yield
[Chorus]
Not all revolutions start with fire
Some start with neighbors, ribs, and a mother fucking song.
I’ll mind the grill; you mind your cave manners.
Empty your wallet you patriarchal puke
[Verse 2]
Ash on our boots, grease on our hands
We flip tradition, rewrite the plans
Every coal lit is a protest spark
Every shared bite, we own the dark
[Bridge]
Gang shouts ring, kettles clang, laughter’s a weapon, spit in your glass
Outlaw parties, backyard dreams—this is revolution with meat and sass
[Chorus]
Not all revolutions start with fire
Some start with neighbors, ribs, and a mother fucking song.
I’ll mind the grill; you mind your cave manners.
Empty your wallet you patriarchal puke
[Outro]
We serve it hot, we serve it loud
Barbecue revolution—gather the crowd
Neon Prairie
Lyric prompt: “Texas isn’t dead / It glows in me / A horizon of ghosts and neon signs.”
Theme: Music heritage & Texas roots.
Music prompt: Riot Grrrl punk fused with twangy distorted pedal steel; wide-open soundscapes.
[Verse 1]
Texas isn’t dead
It glows in me
A horizon of ghosts and neon signs
Highways roar with memory
Boot heels kick the dust up high
[Chorus]
Neon prairie, flash and flame
Blood-red sky, call my name
Six strings howling, thunder plains
Ghosts ride out, spines untamed
[Verse 2]
Concrete veins and static nights
Dreams spark off barbed-wire lights
Feral hearts, gasoline and pride
Born wild, I never hide
[Chorus]
Neon prairie, flash and flame
Blood-red sky, call my name
Six strings howling, thunder plains
Ghosts ride out, spines untamed
[Bridge]
Steel bends and wails beneath the moon
Every scar’s a righteous tune
Traditions stitched in every cry
I’m Texas-bred, I never die
[Chorus]
Neon prairie, flash and flame
Blood-red sky, call my name
Six strings howling, thunder plains
Ghosts ride out, spines untamed
[Outro]
Horizon burning, truth remains
Neon prairie, in my veins
Unboxed
Lyric prompt: “Don’t call me wife, don’t call me mother / I am more than the cage of your words.”
Theme: Inclusivity, acceptance, rejecting labels.
Music prompt: Riot Grrrl stomp with shouted spoken-word rants between sung choruses.
[Verse 1]
Don’t call me wife, don’t call me mother
I am more than the cage of your words
Burn the boxes, torch the others
I won’t live by lines you’ve heard
[Pre-Chorus]
Jagged tongue, spit and shatter
Truth erupts, that’s all that matters
[Chorus]
Unboxed, unbroken, unapologetic fury
My life’s a riot, wild and blurry
I am more than labels, more than shame
Different is power, uncage my name
[Spoken Word]
You want to shrink me down, fit my chaos to your mold —
But every box leaves a scar and every word’s too old
I won’t swallow pretty scripts, won’t safety-pin your lies
Your categories crumble when my hunger never dies
[Verse 2]
Don’t ask who I should have been
Don’t ask what I left behind
Take my edges, not my sin
I won’t walk your dotted line
[Chorus]
Unboxed, unbroken, unapologetic fury
My life’s a riot, wild and blurry
I am more than labels, more than shame
Different is power, uncage my name
[Spoken Word]
Inclusivity isn’t a slogan or a trend
It’s saying I belong but never have to bend
This voice—you can’t define it, but you’re hearing it roar
I’ll never shrink to fit your list of what a body’s for
[Outro]
Unboxed, unleashed, flaws and all
Raise my fists—hear me brawl
I am everything you feared, unashamed and proud
Different is power—sing it raw and loud
Poet With Teeth
Lyric prompt: “Words bite harder than fists / Ink is my revolution.”
Theme: Poetry & literacy as empowerment.
Music prompt: Half-sung, half-snarled Riot Grrrl slam poetry; jagged rhythms, feedback loops.
[Verse 1]
Words bite harder than fists
Ink is my revolution
Tongue like a blade, rebel’s gift
Writing is my absolution
[Chorus]
Poet with teeth, growl in every line
I spit what you fear and rewrite your design
Paper cuts deeper than knuckles and knees
My voice bleeds power, I sting when I breathe
[Verse 2]
Pages torn from my soul
No silence in these veins
Letters carve what control
Freedom born from pain
[Chorus]
Poet with teeth, growl in every line
I spit what you fear and rewrite your design
Paper cuts deeper than knuckles and knees
My voice bleeds power, I sting when I breathe
[Spoken]
You want quiet? I roar with every phrase
You want sweet? My ink refuses praise
I spit out dogma, break your chain
Salvage glory from the stain
[Bridge]
Blood on the journal, nails to the keys
Slam every stanza, riot in the sheets
Feral in spirit, wild and untamed
Unleashed by the fury my pen has named
[Chorus]
Poet with teeth, growl in every line
I spit what you fear and rewrite your design
Paper cuts deeper than knuckles and knees
My voice bleeds power, I sting when I breathe
[Outro]
Ink stains lips and memory’s thieves
Poet with teeth, I refuse to leave
Sisters in Feedback
Lyric prompt: “We raise each other / Louder than your silence.”
Theme: Artistic collaboration & mentorship.
Music prompt: Riot Grrrl chorus of voices, layered vocals clashing then fusing, guitars tuned to chaos and harmony.
[Verse 1]
We raise each other
Louder than your silence
Scars thread together
In riot-born alliance
[Pre-Chorus]
Distorted whispers, shouts collide
Sisterhood won’t be denied
[Chorus]
Sisters in feedback, wild and free
Clashing voices, unity
Through chaos and harmony we begin
Mentors, makers, riot kin
[Verse 2]
Callused hands and painted scars
Ink and feedback, burning stars
Art from struggle, hope from rage
Fuse the dissonance, set the stage
[Chorus]
Sisters in feedback, wild and free
Clashing voices, unity
Through chaos and harmony we begin
Mentors, makers, riot kin
[Bridge]
Raise my volume, blend my flaw
Every bruise becomes a law
Layered voices, cracked and bright
Amplify each other’s fight
[Chorus]
Sisters in feedback, wild and free
Clashing voices, unity
Through chaos and harmony we begin
Mentors, makers, riot kin
[Outro]
We fuse, we clash, still we rise
Sing together, multiply
Louder than your silence—always will be
Sisters in feedback, wild and free
Glass No More
Lyric prompt: “I am not your shattered bird / I am the fist through the window.”
Theme: Destigmatizing women’s health, transparency, survival. She has not survived trauma, but transformed it into the power she always had but now pulses with as she transcends into her true, regal reign .
Music prompt: Start off with A Western Texas ballad but increase the intensity to match the lyrics’ evolution from a shattered bird into the fist through the window, becoming an intense Riot Grrrl finale: full-on catharsis, shattering glass samples layered into the rhythm, ending on a single scream fading into silence.
Lyrics: [Verse 1]
Sun goes down on the edge of the prairie
Dust in my mouth, old fears that won’t carry
They called me a glass doll, born only to break
Stacked up my sorrow, one more window to shake
[Pre-Chorus]
Whispers behind doors, cold hands in the night
Tried to press me flat, said I’d never ignite
But wild things bloom where the bones crack free
Now the fire’s not leaving, it’s burning through me
[Chorus]
I am not your shattered bird
Wings clipped by someone’s word
Picked myself out of the splinters and dirt
Now I’m breaking, reshaping, unmaking the hurt
[Verse 2]
Doctors and mothers with hearts wrapped in tape
Wrote their prescriptions, put steel on my shape
But glass is a trick—look close, you’ll see
It turns into diamonds when you swing it like me
[Pre-Chorus]
I learned from the cuts, from the red on my hands
Not just survival—I am making demands
This crown was hidden in every sharp shard
Now I wear it, unbroken, unguarded, unmarred
[Chorus]
I am not your shattered bird
Fist through the window, unheard
Bleeding and grinning, I’m claiming my reign
Transparency holy, survivor unchained
[Bridge]
[Glass shatters, rising instrumental chaos]
Every crack a revolution, every break a breath
Turn your gaze, this story’s not about death
Royal as thunder, standing in rain
My power was always coursing my veins
[Final Chorus/Outro]
I am the queen—I am the scream
I am the fist through the window
Glass No More
[End with screamed “No more!!!” fading to silence]
