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  • 🌌✨ 5,000 Plays on Apple Music: A Cosmic Rodeo Thank-You ✨🌌

    🌌✨ 5,000 Plays on Apple Music: A Cosmic Rodeo Thank-You ✨🌌

    By Jade Ann Byrne — Eat My Cake Records

    Today I got the kind of notification that makes a girl stop mid-scroll, blink twice, and whisper “no way” into the cosmos.

    Cosmic Rodeo Queen (Juno’s Version) just crossed 5,000 plays in the U.S. on Apple Music — and baby, for an indie California eGirl with a cosmic cowgirl heart and a Wyoming zip code, that feels like striking glitter oil in the desert.

    You can listen here:
    JADE ANN BYRNE – COSMIC RODEO QUEEN dot FLACC

    When I recorded this song, I didn’t know if anyone would understand it.


    Space Country Trap wasn’t a genre. Hell, I made it up because it was the only sound that matched my life equal parts heartbreak, neon twilight, dusty roads, digital stardust, physics, faith, rodeo energy, eGirl packaging, and California wildness.

    And now it’s out there.
    And you — YES YOU — played it five thousand times.

    Five. Thousand.
    5K real ears.
    5K tiny universes where this song lived for three minutes and some change.
    5K reminders that this dream of mine actually has wings (and spurs).

    I know I’m supposed to act all cool and mysterious and industry-brained but babe… I’m not built like that. I’m built like a girl who spent half her life fighting to be heard and the other half trying to stay alive long enough to sing about it.

    So tonight, I’m just grateful. Grateful and loud.

    To everyone who streamed it in their car, in their headphones, at work, in bed, during a cry, during a glow-up, on a treadmill, while gaming, while cooking, while daydreaming — thank you.

    To my tiny team (me + DJ Wet CupCake + my multiverse of Paladins) — thank you.

    To California for birthing this heatwave of a sound.
    To Wyoming for giving me the quiet to write it.
    To the universe for letting me live long enough to be a Cosmic Rodeo Queen in the first place.

    If you haven’t heard it yet, ride with me:
    👉 Insert Apple Music link again

    And if you have?
    Run it back for me, sweetheart.
    Let’s hit 10,000 together.

    The rodeo just started.
    The cosmos is listening.
    And I love y’all more than you know.

    — Jade Ann Byrne
    Eat My Cake Records
    Cosmic Rodeo Queen of the Multiverse

    “To everyone who hit play even once: thank you for your service to the Cosmic Rodeo.”

    I’m here with you, always.

  • JADE ANN BYRNE: LIVE, UNFILTERED, VERY ONLINE

    JADE ANN BYRNE: LIVE, UNFILTERED, VERY ONLINE

    JADE ANN BYRNE: LIVE, UNFILTERED, VERY ONLINE

    You found me. https://jadeannbyrne.com/

    Not the bootleg, not the clone, not the decade-late cosplay of my life’s work—this is the real Jade Ann Byrne, broadcasting in real time from a thousand lifetimes of service industry shifts, late-night LANs, busted knuckles, bareback broncs, and neon-lit loading screens.

    If you’ve ever: https://jadeannbyrne.com/

    • Closed a bar and opened a coffee shop in the same 6 hours
    • Tipped the girl who made your burger and fixed your Wi-Fi
    • Fallen in love with a stranger’s playlist, mic check, or patch notes rant
    • Needed one person on the internet to be absurdly kind and unreasonably honest at the same time

    …you’re in the right stream. https://jadeannbyrne.com/

    This channel is my control room, my church basement, my truck stop diner at 3AM, my backstage pass, my crisis command tent, my digital rodeo arena. Expect gameplay, chaos, counseling, giggles, tech support, lore drops, union energy, working-class glamour, and the occasional holy intervention when your settings—or your situationship—are cursed.

    No AI stand-in. No rented personality. Just me. If you know, you know.

    How to Watch

    🟣 I’m live on Twitch.
    📍 All my links, schedules, chaos, and receipts live here:
    👉 Watch Live at JadeAnnByrne.com

    Open it. Bookmark it. Tab it next to your emails and your bills.
    When you need a paladin, a feral big sister, a hypewoman, or a calm voice at 2:17 AM—you’ll know where to click.

    424-249-9846 Save it to your phone.

  • California Color Coiffure Couture x Jade Ann Byrne

    California Color Coiffure Couture x Jade Ann Byrne

  • John Deere in My CAPTCHA (Cha Cha Real Smooth) by Jade Ann Byre (( 2024 ))

    John Deere in My CAPTCHA (Cha Cha Real Smooth) by Jade Ann Byre (( 2024 ))

    🟢🚜 “Turnstile Cowboy: CAPTCHA Country”

    🎤 by Jade Ann Byrne | 🌌 Eat My Cake Records | 🎸 Space Country Trap Anthem

    📀 Lyrics:


    Verse 1:

    They put a John Deere in my CAPTCHA, ain't that kinda wild?
    Green and yellow tractor tryin' to fit through the Turnstile
    Cloudflare spinnin' on my screen, it’s a digital rodeo
    Clickin' on them squares like I’m wranglin' in a UFO

    Chorus:

    It's too wide for the gate, but it knows what I like,
    Those fields of the internet, rollin' through the satellites.
    Google's got my taste down, knowin' how to test my vibe,
    Tractors in the CAPTCHA, space country on the drive.

    Verse 2:

    It’s a moonlit interstellar farm, satellites align,
    Triple Starbeam in the sky, them Starlinks are mine,
    They know I’m feelin' earthly, but I’m reachin' outta time,
    Binaries buzzin', hayfields up in binary code,
    Clouds ain't just above us, big dabs keep 'em in overload.

    Chorus:

    It's too wide for the gate, but it knows what I like,
    Clicking squares like cowboy boots stampin' down at midnight,
    John Deere's got that Smart System, algorithms ridin' free,
    Space-country CAPTCHA, feels like it’s just testin' me.

    Verse 3:

    My fingers scrollin' to the beat, like pickin' on guitar strings,
    Ridin' through the data streams, like outlaw songs in metal rings,
    Cloudflare's doin' the shuffle, it’s a Turnstile full of bits,
    They hit me with the tractor, must know I'm country at my wits.
    Got a data farm full of John Deeres, plowin' through the clicks,
    Cultivatin' the bandwidth, while the signal light blinks.

    Chorus:

    It’s too wide for the gate, but it’s tappin' to my style,
    Cyber ranchin', late at night, with algorithms versatile.
    I’m pluckin' out them tractors, uploadin' beats on Mars,
    Captcha-lassoed my John Deere, now we’re dancin' with the stars.

    Verse 4:

    In the middle of the Turnstile, I saw the countryside swing,
    Rows of code like crops laid out, and the satellites sing.
    Farmin' data like hay bales, stackin' them bits up high,
    Patchin' up my firewalls like fences in July.
    Buzzin' on the pharmaceuticals, Staterra keeps me in line,
    Clouds rollin' from the THC, I'm floatin' past the borderline.
    They think they can keep me stuck in squares that shine so bright,
    But I’m drivin' that Deere through the firewalls, dancin' into night.

    Chorus (Final):

    It’s too wide for the gate, but it knows what I like,
    Ridin' shotgun with data winds, algorithmic country nights,
    I’m capturin' their tractors, lettin' them know I’m wild and free,
    Turnstiles can’t hold me down, I’m decryptin' my destiny.


  • Eat My Cake Records Forecasts a Brutal California Summer — and I’m Bringing the Space Country Trap Heat

    Eat My Cake Records Forecasts a Brutal California Summer — and I’m Bringing the Space Country Trap Heat

    Eat My Cake Records Forecasts a Brutal California Summer — and I’m Bringing the Space Country Trap Heat

    Originally written by Jade Ann Byrne, Eat My Cake Record

    California summers have always had a pulse — a shimmer, a heat haze, a little bit of danger, and a whole lot of attitude. But this year? Oh honey… this summer isn’t creeping in. It’s kicking the door down in rhinestone boots.

    And Eat My Cake Records has the soundtrack locked, loaded, and glitter-polished.

    When PRLog picked up the story — “Eat My Cake Records Forecasts Brutal Summer in California feat. Jade Ann Byrne – Space Country Trap” — it felt like the universe finally said out loud what my bones had been humming for months:
    This is a summer meant for transformation, rebellion, heatwaves, heartbreak, rodeos, resurrection, good hair days, bad decisions, and music that sounds like kissing lightning.

    Space.
    Country.
    Trap.
    California.
    Me.
    Us.
    All of it.

    This label was never built to play it safe. Eat My Cake Records was built for girls with dusty boots and chrome nails, boys with soft hearts and loud headphones, DMV line philosophers, nighttime drivers watching the palm trees blur, and everyone who ever learned how to survive by singing to themselves on the walk home.

    And this summer’s music?
    It’s exactly that — survival, seduction, sunshine, and scorch marks.
    A heatwave you can dance inside.

    Why This Summer Matters

    We’re stepping into a season where California is shedding old skin in real time.
    More fire warnings, more cracked desert earth, hotter nights, and stranger sunsets.
    But also?
    More art.
    More grit.
    More glow.
    More reinvention.

    My music comes from that — the weird in-between place where danger meets beauty, where chaos turns into melody, where a girl can be a cosmic cowgirl by morning and a digital paladin by nightfall.

    Space Country Trap wasn’t supposed to exist.
    But neither was I, not in the way I am now — layered, strange, glittery, road-tested, and divinely stubborn.

    So I made the sound that matched my life:
    steel guitar constellations, trap drums echoing in neon canyons, rodeo swagger orbiting a synth starship.

    A Brutal Summer Needs a Beautiful Soundtrack

    If this summer is truly going to be as extreme as forecasters predict — brutally hot, brutally honest, brutally transformative — then let the soundtrack be equally feral and equally soft.

    Let it be Cosmic Rodeo Queen.
    Let it be Pickin’ Strummin’ Pluckin’ Uploadin’.
    Let it be everything I’ve been working toward under Eat My Cake Records.

    Let it be the sound of a woman who refuses to break, who learned to ride the heatwave instead.

    The Forecast? Simple.

    A brutal summer.
    A cosmic anthem.
    A rodeo at the edge of the universe.
    And a label — my label — that isn’t scared of the fire.

    Thank you for being here.
    Thank you for listening.
    Thank you for riding into the heat with me, glitter on your cheeks and courage in your chest.

    Long live Eat My Cake Records.
    Long live the Rodeo Queens.
    Long live California — even when she burns.

    https://www.prlog.org/13068223-eat-my-cake-records-forecasts-brutal-summer-in-california-feat-jade-ann-byrne-space-country-trap.html

    https://www.openpr.com/news/3935104/eat-my-cake-records-los-angeles-presents-jade-ann-byrne-brutal

  • Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star” – Lyrics by Jane Taylor (( 1806 ))

    Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star” – Lyrics by Jane Taylor (( 1806 ))

    Twinkle, twinkle, little star,
    How I wonder what you are.
    Up above the world so high,
    Like a diamond in the sky.
    Twinkle, twinkle, little star,
    How I wonder what you are.

    When the blazing sun is gone,
    When the nothing shines upon,
    Then you show your little light,
    Twinkle, twinkle, all the night.
    Twinkle, twinkle, little star,
    How I wonder what you are.

    Then the traveler in the dark,
    Thanks you for your tiny spark,
    They could not see which way to go,
    If you did not twinkle so.
    Twinkle, twinkle, little star,
    How I wonder what you are.

    In the dark blue sky you keep,
    And through my windows peep,
    For you never shut your eye,
    Till the sun is in the sky.
    Twinkle, twinkle, little star,
    How I wonder what you are.

    As your bright and tiny spark,
    Lights the traveler in the dark,—
    Though I know not what you are,
    Twinkle, twinkle, little star.
    Twinkle, twinkle, little star,
    How I wonder what you are.