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Written and produced by Ronald Allen Bell and G-Dawg Trading~ Rock-a-Bye Recidivist (The Judges’ Lullaby – a dark parody of “Rock-a-bye Baby”) [Chorus] Rock-a-bye monster, on the treetop, When the mercy wind blows, the cradle will rock. When the bough of justice breaks and then falls, Cry will the victims now pinned to the wall. [Verse 1] Rock-a-bye felon, don’t you dare cry, The judge believes you’ve learned to fly. Gavel falls lightly, robes soft and deep— “Time served is enough,” he whispers so sweet. [Verse 2] When the wind of leniency starts to blow, The cradle swings open, and you're free to go. Back on the prowl in the dark of the night, While the judge dreams in peace in his castle on high. [Bridge] They rock the cradle year after year, Trading lives for the lie that “change is sincere.” Revolving door spins, the system’s so kind— More broken families that we've left behind. [Final Chorus – slower, darker] Rock-a-bye baby, on the treetop, Evil exist in its wake we are caught. When the bough breaks and the cradle will fall, Into the darkness where demons they crawl. 

Written and produced by Ronald Allen Bell~  Sippy sip, kiss my lips, Just two drops I'm poppin' bliss, In the park where we lose track of time, let the clouds roll round and colors shine  trippidty trip come kiss my lips  get you a little piece of this  In the hall where we fell down to die  laughing into one another's eyes  oh lover take cover from the clouds that swirl ahead  perhaps it would be safer if we all just crawled to bed  the bed becomes a shuttle and we take it to the moon where we bounce around like children in the Clavius lagoon  Slippity slip into the dip  then a pop right off and take a whiff  in the backyard where we settle down slowly sip, breathe come back to the ground  Slappiddy slap don't take no nap  in the hammock there ain't no coming back from the deep ole sleep that keeps a man  while creatures speak through dreams command  Oh brother take cover from the sun that breaks the clouds  it will turn your color red of its power it is proud  take a sip and pass it with respect you must engage  for we be only extras scattered bout across the stage

Written and produced by Ronald Allen Bell and G-Dawg Trading~  [Intro] Oh, the summer sun shines bright,   In the echoes of our play,   Time drifts like a feather,   In a world so far away. [Verse 1] Playing in the yard,   Nothing in our heads,   Hopefully piss the day away,   Bathe and off to bed. [Chorus] So don't you worry, young one,   When the storm clouds start to fall,   For every shadow crossed your path,   There’s a light that breaks the wall.   Like paper cuts and lemonade,   Life's a sweet and bitter trade. (synth solo) [Verse 2] Spend each and every day,   Outside and far away,   From the devil that did dwell,   Inside a house that's made of pain. [Chorus] So don't you worry, young one,   When the storm clouds start to fall,   For every shadow crossed your path,   There’s a light that breaks the wall.   Like paper cuts and lemonade,   Life's a sweet and bitter trade. (synth solo) [Bridge] And though the road gets heavy,   And the nights can feel so long,   The stars will guide your weary heart,   To where you belong.   So gather all your stories,   Let them dance upon your soul,   For each scar tells a tale,   That makes you whole. [Chorus] So don't you worry, young one,   When the storm clouds start to fall,   For every shadow crossed your path,   There’s a light that breaks the wall.   Like paper cuts and lemonade,   Life's a sweet and bitter trade.

RATED MA and all that.  Written and produced by Ronald Allen Bell and G-Dawg Radio~  [Verse 1] Remember the days when we’d walk down the street? Laughter like music, it felt so complete. But the shadows are creeping, and the echoes won't fade, Memories linger, but the trust has betrayed. [Chorus] Don't tell me no lines, been through it sometimes, No feelings were felt, just go fuck yourself. You stitched up the wounds, pulled the threads of deceit, Thought you were my light, but you melted away. [Verse 2] Used to see stars through our laughter-filled nights, Now it’s just silence, and I’m losing the fight. You painted a picture of a love so divine, But it faded to grey, like a heart out of time. [Chorus] Don't tell me no lines, been through it sometimes, No feelings were felt, just go fuck yourself. You stitched up the wounds, pulled the threads of deceit, Thought you were my light, but you melted away. [Bridge] Now I’m finding my voice, reclaiming my heart, No more your puppet, I’m tearing apart. With each whispered word, I’m forging my way, I’ll dance in the rain, let it wash you away. [Chorus] Don't tell me no lines, been through it sometimes, No feelings were felt, just go fuck yourself. You stitched up the wounds, pulled the threads of deceit, Thought you were my light, but you melted away. [Outro] Oh, oh, oh, oh, just go fuck yourself. Oh, oh, oh, oh, you’re history now.

Written and produced by Ronald Allen Bell and G-Dawg Trading~  [Verse 1] I have to wow the populous, I cannot scream, not make a fuss. Wake up when the sun comes up, Work out and off to do my stuff. [Chorus] I have to wow the populous, (entertain the lot of us!) I never tire of gay ole times, (sipping drinks and bagging dimes.) [Verse 2] Who will be your number two, When fate gets mad and pokes at you? Keep you from that fateful fall, Into the pit where demons crawl. [Chorus] I have to wow the populous, (entertain the lot of us!) I never tire of gay ole times, (sipping drinks and bagging dimes.) [Bridge] I have to keep the people clean, Bless them do the crosses thing. As evil walks like oozing puss, Still I must wow the populous. [Chorus] I have to wow the populous, (entertain the lot of us!) I never tire of gay ole times, (sipping drinks and bagging dimes.) [Outro] Please now folks don’t make a fuss, And let me wow the populous!

Written and produced by Ronald Allen Bell and G-Dawg Trading~ 

Written and Produced by Ronald Allen Bell and G-Dawg Trading~  [Intro] (Spoken) In a world gone mad, listen close... [Verse 1] They’re shouting on the airwaves, madness on parade, Promises like smoke rings, fading unafraid. Echoes of ambition, lost in the machine, Dancing on the ashes of the dreams we’ve seen. [Chorus] Hey, can you hear the whispers of the wasted? Voices in the darkness, all our hopes are fated. In the land of the brave, we’ve built a shallow grave, Tell me, what’s the price of all the lives we’ve traded? [Verse 2] Paper kings and queens rise from the wreckage tall, Spinning webs of lies, while the truth starts to fall. Children in the shadows, they learn to play the game, With shackles made of choices, they’re never quite the same. [Bridge] Like a ghost that’s haunting, in the dead of night, Restless hearts are searching for the fading light. Can we find redemption, in this tug of war? Or are we just the echoes of a never-ending score? [Chorus] Hey, can you hear the whispers of the wasted? Voices in the darkness, all our hopes are fated. In the land of the brave, we’ve built a shallow grave, Tell me, what’s the price of all the lives we’ve traded? [Solo] (Guitar solo over the chorus progression) [Chorus] Hey, can you hear the whispers of the wasted? Voices in the darkness, all our hopes are fated. In the land of the brave, we’ve built a shallow grave, Tell me, what’s the price of all the lives we’ve traded? [Outro] (Talk off) In the end, we stand divided, only when will we unite? The echoes of our choices, shall ring into the night.

This is a song sheet created with our free app, VerseCraft available on our website. SONG PRODUCTION BRIEF ===================== TITLE: Crazy Little Cocopuff GENRE: Electronic MOOD: Nostalgic / Melancholic yet danceable, reminiscent of 1980s synth-pop with emotional lyricism. VOCAL: Male vocal — Male vocal, soft and nostalgic delivery, playful harmonies in the chorus, ad-libs during the bridge, balanced warmth in timbre. TEMPO: 128 BPM, upbeat electronic groove KEY: C minor TIME SIGNATURE: 4/4 STRUCTURE --------- Intro · Verse · Pre-Chorus · Chorus · Verse · Pre-Chorus · Chorus · Bridge · Chorus · Outro INSTRUMENTATION --------------- Synth bass, bright chord stabs, layered synth pads, punchy kick drum, snappy snares, electronic cymbals, and vocal chops. Add atmospheric synth sweeps in the bridge. DYNAMICS & ARRANGEMENT ---------------------- Builds intensity through the verses and pre-chorus, peaks at the chorus with lively energy, then softens during the bridge before building back up for the final chorus. PRODUCTION & MIX ---------------- Synth-driven mix with vintage reverb to evoke a nostalgic feel, subtle analog warmth, bright high-end frequencies, and wide stereo imaging for depth. HOOK ---- Crazy little cocopuff, sniffy sniff she likes it rough FULL LYRICS (with section tags) ------------------------------- [Intro] Neon dreams on city streets, Echoes of our heartbeats. Lights are flashing, come alive, Cocorocks, let's take a dive. [Verse 1] Crazy little cocopuff, Sniffy sniff, she likes it rough. In the twilight of the night, She’s a spark, a wild delight. Whispers sweet like honey rain, Caught up in the fast lane. Dancing shadows, feel the rush, In her gaze, the world’s a hush. [Pre-Chorus] We’re spinning through electric haze, Caught upsides in the neon maze. Oh, we’re lost, so hold on tight, Under stars, we'll own the night. [Chorus] Crazy little cocopuff, Ride the waves, let’s make it tough. In this rhythm, feel that beat, Hold me close, it’s bittersweet. Crazy little cocopuff, Tell me secrets, it’s more than enough. [Verse 2] In the midnight, hearts collide, Electric touches, can't divide. Her laughter echoes through the air, In this moment, we don’t care. Retro vibes, a classic song, We’ve been dancing all night long. With every whisper, breath on skin, This cocopuff, let’s begin. [Pre-Chorus] We’re spinning through electric haze, Caught upsides in the neon maze. Oh, we’re lost, so hold on tight, Under stars, we'll own the night. [Chorus] Crazy little cocopuff, Ride the waves, let’s make it tough. In this rhythm, feel that beat, Hold me close, it’s bittersweet. Crazy little cocopuff, Tell me secrets, it’s more than enough. [Bridge] Time will fade but nights won’t end, Shadows dance, our souls they blend. Eye to eye, we lose control, In your arms, I'm feeling whole. Hold me through the morning light, We’ll be dreamers, take flight tonight. [Chorus] Crazy little cocopuff, Ride the waves, let’s make it tough. In this rhythm, feel that beat, Hold me close, it’s bittersweet. Crazy little cocopuff, Tell me secrets, it’s more than enough. [Outro] Crazy little cocopuff, In this dance, we’re soaring up. Into memories we dive deep, With you, love, I’ll always keep. STYLE REFERENCE --------------- Melancholic yet danceable, reminiscent of 1980s synth-pop with emotional lyricism. User references: melacholicy but danceable 1980s electric mod USAGE ----- Paste the blocks above into Suno, Udio, or any AI song maker. For Suno: use the lyrics in the "Lyrics" field and copy the GENRE, MOOD, INSTRUMENTATI

Written and Produced by Ronald Allen Bell and G-Dawg Trading~ [Intro] Whispers in the quiet night, Memories of you and I [Verse 1] I hope that you are doing well, In a world where shadows swell. May your laughter never fade, Let the sunshine lift the shade. [Chorus] Hope the devil fails to quell, Your spritely soul, your secret spell. In the echoes of your light, I still find you in the night. [Verse 2] And when the clouds begin to chase, Know your dreams still hold their place. Like a compass pointing true, I will always come back to you. [Chorus] Hope the devil fails to quell, Your spritely soul, your secret spell. In the echoes of your light, I still find you in the night. [Bridge] Now I walk these empty streets, Searching for the warmth that meets, Every thought of who you are, Guiding me like a distant star. [Chorus] Hope the devil fails to quell, Your spritely soul, your secret spell. In the echoes of your light, I still find you in the night. [Outro] Whispers in the quiet night, Memories of when we’d take flight.

Written and produced by Ronald Allen Bell and G-Dawg Trading~  Timebomb ticking ticky-tacky tom hiding neath the telly in a cafe in San Juan boom goes the dynamite deafening punch of fear screams so unnerving as slowly we can hear Senorita in her dress kids at play and such a mess little bomber did his deed making Christians cry and bleed Timebomb ticking now he’s just a ghost rubble for a pillow where the faith and laughter roast Sirens carve the midnight air bodies twisted, eyes that stare TV lights and cameras glare turning horror to a prayer Mothers clutch the empty shoes fathers curse the evening news flags half-mast and candle crews still the hatred never cools Timebomb ticking echoes in the dawn hate that never ended in a cafe in San Juan Little bomber sleeps tonight under stars that lost their light ticky-tacky tom took flight but the fuse still burns so bright Timebomb ticking… ticking… ticking…

Written and produced by Ronald Allen Bell and G-Dawg Trading~  one day it will hit me and I will write a song  and people they will wonder  who is playing this song  and players they will play it,  when they try to meet a gal and truckers on the radio  will sing along and howl  I am sure you knew this  but I sure like to scribe  Wish I'd written my best with my father still alive  Not sure if you knew this  but I'm on YouTube now I've got a thousand views two thumbs a star-eyed wow  I will be so popular through chickens I will plow  they'll never get enough  they'll never settle down  (solo) one day it will hit me just you wait and see  people they will gather for my festivities  and players they will play my song  when with girls they try and get along  and memorize every single note  and play it with a gleeful gloat  Not sure if you knew this  but I'm on YouTube now I've got a thousand views two thumbs a star-eyed wow  but you need a million  just to make a buck or two  blend in like a chameleon  as they steer your every move  I am so dang angry  through barricades I'll plow and even if they catch me they'll just decide to let me out  And I will whistle as I run  writing songs beneath the sun  that one day surely shall become  a top ten hit or number one  (solo)   

Written and produced by Ronald Allen Bell and G-Dawg Trading~  [Verse 1] Dust on my sandals Sun in my hair Cactus in halos Color in the air Little dog dancing Tongue in the breeze Tiny paws prancing Heart on my sleeve [Chorus] Me and my Havanese, cruising the Sonoran, doing what we please Laughing at the lizards and the big blue dreams Painted on the mesas where the sky leans deep Me and my Havanese, cruising the Sonoran, wild and free [Verse 2] Tie-dye bandana On your small neck We follow the road signs Then we forget Talking to flowers Sharing our tea You chase the shadows Chasing after me (hey) [Chorus] Me and my Havanese, cruising the Sonoran, doing what we please Circles in the sand where the daylight sleeps Stories in your eyes that the night keeps sweet Me and my Havanese, cruising the Sonoran, wild and free [Bridge] [Flute and synth trade solos over rising build] Spirals in the sunset Spirits in the trees If this is all forever It’s enough for me (oh yeah) [Chorus] Me and my Havanese, cruising the Sonoran, doing what we please Singing to the stars till our minds feel clean Every little paw print like a prayer on the heat Me and my Havanese, cruising the Sonoran, wild and free

Written and produced by Ronald Allen Bell and G-Dawg Trading~  love is pain  (love will break you)  love is an illusion  standing in the rain  coming to conclusions  kissing is lame  (licking like a dog)  kissing's so confusing  hanging upside down  coming to conclusions trust is a bust  (trust no one and trust nothing)  faith is so eluding  kneeling on your knees and with the light colluding  play the cards that I was delt tonight I'm dancing with myself  my heart can't take much more pain  (your just no good at playing games) love it took me for a ride  wrecked and tossed my body aside  got back up and left the scene  never got caught, got away clean  I'm not one to bitch and moan  but 15 years I've lived alone  I wonder if love calls it won  And sees me as a foe now done (whooped your butt and smacked your buns)  Love is silly  Love a child's game sitting on the phone, talking  like you're in the third grade  (angry boy's just mad cause he never can get laid)  Being single I am free  free to do what pleases me  a socially odd deformity  still I function properly          

Written and produced by Ronald Allen Bell and G-Dawg Trading~  Drunk driver, drunk diver  you shouldn't be a live, yer so lucky it went down the way that it went down (you clown)  drunk driver, drunk driver  you'll be getting tried, yer  still lucky it went down the way that it went down  (Wo now)  it was just a bad mistake  thinking your friends you could take  sure they may have egged you on but they won't be your friends for long  (solo) drunk driver, drunk driver you could've looked inside, yer  self to see if you could stop  inner wiseman knowledge drop  drunk driver, drunk driver why don't you just get high, yer odds of flying off the road  go down with green so I've been told  it was all a bad, bad day  just gonna throw it all away  as soon as I've done all my time  sorry kids it's camping time  (solo)  drunk driver, drunk driver give me a high five, yer  doing really all you can  to change and be a better man  drunk driver, drunk driver  you're funny talkin' jive, yer slurring speech and spinning turns  red lights flash and you will learn  it was all a secret plan to put a dent into a man who otherwise was without stain now one of you a plain ole Jane

Written and produced by Ronald Allen Bell and G-Dawg Trading~ Red Rover… Red Rover… [Verse 1] In the mud and the rain, where the poppies will grow We huddle together, the boys that I know The sergeant is calling, his voice cold and low “Get ready, men, soon it’s time for the show” [Pre-Chorus] Hands linked in a chain like the game from our youth But this isn’t playtime—this is cold, bitter truth [Chorus] Red Rover, Red Rover, send Bobby right over! He charges the hill as the cannons take over Red Rover, Red Rover, the bullets fly closer Sending him over… to the arms of his maker Red Rover, Red Rover, send them all over One by one falling like leaves in October [Verse 2] Letters from home, full of hope and of pride They don’t know the horror on this other side The wire is tangled, the ground soaked in red We bury our brothers where the living once tread [Chorus] Red Rover, Red Rover, send Willie right over! His laughter is silenced as death pulls him over Red Rover, Red Rover, no more will he rover The fields claim another—game over and over [Bridge] (slower, stripped back, emotional—solo voice + piano) How many more names will this rover demand? How many young lives in this no-man’s land? Mothers and sweethearts will wait by the door For sons who went over and won’t come back no more [Final Chorus – building with full choir and orchestra] Red Rover, Red Rover, the whole line goes over! The youth of a nation lost in the clover Red Rover, Red Rover, the war keeps on calling Sending them over… till no one’s left standing [Outro] (fade with echoing vocals and repeating Am – Dm vamp, distant bugle call dissolving into silence) Red Rover… send them over… Red Rover… they’re all over…

Written and produced by Ronald Allen Bell and G-Dawg Trading~ 

Written and produced by Ronald Allen Bell and G-Dawg Trading~ Mixed by Ronald Allen Bell for G-Dawg Radio~ Original version can be found on our sister station, Sleepy Dawg podcast~  The song tells the story of a woman so heartbroken by her lover that she walks out into a blizzard to kill herself. 

written and produced by Ronald Allen Bell and G-Dawg Trading~ [strange solo] bombs in the sky boots on the ground (come and take a shot at me)  (better hit the ground)  boats on the water  birds in the air  (missiles up and off) (screaming everywhere)  I didn't start this war  the fire it had burned before  (he was only just a pup)  (of 2 or 3 or 4)  Como-so-may-coco-rock como-so-mo-frue (boom boom go the scatter bombs) (the ones that make it through)  telly-telly-ro-ro-nock  telly belly true  (whistlin' sounds round these here parts) (are bullets passin' through)  drones in the air  boots at the door  (hello there it's the soldier man)  (let's go head and start this war)  bombs in the sky boots on the ground (come and take a shot at me)  (better hit the ground)  boats on the water  birds in the air  (missiles up and off) (screaming everywhere)  I didn't start this war  the fire it had burned before  (he was only just a pup)  (of 2 or 3 or 4)  Como-so-may-coco-rock como-so-mo-frue (boom boom go the scatter bombs) (the ones that make it through)  telly-telly-ro-ro-nock  telly belly true  (whistlin' sounds round these here parts) (are bullets passin' through)  drones in the air  boots at the door  (hello there it's the soldier man)  (let's go head and start this war) 

Written and produced by Ronald Allen Bell and G-Dawg Trading~  they said it's hot outside they said the air is sick  the water it is dirty  and the food is processed shit  our politics are wrong and religion is to blame  identity is a culture  to be normal is insane  to kill is to be righteous to take is justified  imprisonment don't work  so just let them all outside  take what it is you want  without consequence or thought  like you deserve a thing  evil souls have all been bought  yippity-yap  (just shut your traps)  you watch too much TeeVee (you really don't know jack)  They got you in a rage  (like a rhino smoking crack)  stop with all the politics (shut your freaking trap)  (Solo)  they said you get the shot  if you mean to survive  the virus it will get you  it will surely end your life  they left the big stores open And the amazon still flowed  while we suffered locked inside  wearing masks and plastic clothes  to control it is not freedom that steers another's moves  but these commies they bleed them  if they're in the proper mood  take what it is they want without consequence or thought when it is that you complain  is when it is that you'll get shot  yippity-yap  (just shut your traps)  you watch too much TeeVee (you really don't know jack)  They got you in a rage  (like a rhino smoking crack)  stop with all the politics (shut your freaking trap)  (solo)

written and produced by Ronald Allen Bell and G-Dawg Trading~ I invited them all over I had the perfect plan The party would be perfect  talked about across the land everyone was coming Easter would be all the rage  all the party needed  was some food to set the stage my dad was making ribs perhaps a little lamb  sweet potatoes and some figs  roasted slowly in the pan  it was then I realized  I'd forgotten to ask grams  but I needed not to call her  I just telepathed some ham  Telepathic ham, oh, yes, telepathic ham  This wouldn't be the first time  that you pulled me from a jam  Everyone can just bring something  and the day would go as planned, no  let's go ahead and make it, a telepathic ham  I had to test my theory,  so I called upon my dad  as Easter it drew near, he  would have a grand ole plan  he asked of who was coming and of what each said they'd bring  quick with the answer he was not surprised  when ham would be their thing  they'd brought it in the past and all were just in awe  so for sure they'd do again  that which satisfied our jaws  it was then I'd realized  Easter would have gotten jammed  if not for old reliable  telepathic ham  Telepathic ham, oh, yes, telepathic ham  This wouldn't be the first time  that you pulled me from a jam  Everyone can just bring something  and the day would go as planned, no  let's go ahead and make it, a telepathic ham

Written and produced by Ronald Allen Bell and G-Dawg Trading~ [Verse 1] Got duct tape numbers on my old brown Ford Cracked windshield Dream runnin' wide Gas light blinkin' Prayer on the dash Granddad's lucky cap pulled down in my eyes Green flag drops We all stomp down Red clay storm in my face I ain't got sponsors I just got grit And a cooler waitin' back at my place   [Chorus] If you ain't first You sure is last But ain't this dang racin' still sure a blast Fans on their feet Hearts beatin' fast Mud on my boots and smoke on the glass If you ain't first You sure is last But ain't this dang racin' still sure a blast Might not get paid But I still go fast Laughin' in the dust while the big dogs pass (oh yeah)   [Verse 2] That high-rollin' hotshot's ridin' up front Chrome so clean it shines in the sun Me I'm slidin' through every turn Holdin' this wheel like it's all I got left Hear my mama holler from the old wood stands "Boy Keep it straight Bring it home in one piece" I ain't countin' trophies I'm countin' laps Chasin' that grin I get when they wave that sheet   [Chorus] If you ain't first You sure is last But ain't this dang racin' still sure a blast Fans on their feet Hearts beatin' fast Mud on my boots and smoke on the glass If you ain't first You sure is last But ain't this dang racin' still sure a blast Might not get paid But I still go fast Laughin' in the dust while the big dogs pass   [Bridge] One day I might cross that line Headlights first in the checkered shine Till then I'll take my place in the pack Grinnin' ear to ear in the back (hey!)   [Chorus] If you ain't first You sure is last But ain't this dang racin' still sure a blast Fans on their feet Hearts beatin' fast Mud on my boots and smoke on the glass If you ain't first You sure is last But ain't this dang racin' still sure a blast Bring on the turns Let the gas burn past Last place hero with a heart full of gas

Written and produced by Ronald Allen Bell and G-Dawg Trading~  Goodbye, Johnny goodbye another one bites it  send him up into the sky  we'll all be left to wonder  never know the reason why  Goodbye, Johnny goodbye  I came into this world  with wide open eyes  and to the world I smiled  I came into this world and grew to live a life  goodbye, Johnny goodbye  The first thing I would see  was my mother's eyes  the second thing I'd see was Johnny he would die  Goodbye, Johnny goodbye  (synth solo) I would like to think  he lived a filling life  he loved to play a tune  he had a loving wife  goodbye, Johnny goodbye  does he lay in fields of strawberry writing rhymes and smoking herbs  is he cruising in his submarine  through gardens made of words  will he send communications  from the world that lays beyond  cosmic salutations  from a winding road so long  Goodbye, Johnny goodbye Johnny can't play today  Johnny he has died  No one did all they could...  no one was wiser all the while...  goodbye, Johnny goodbye...  (solo)

[Verse 1] In the hush where the rivers once whispered their names, now black oil weeps slow through their porcelain veins. The willows hang heavy with a chemical rain, and the meadows lie gasping in a gray, endless pain. No lark lifts its voice to the pale morning sky— only the factories sigh their mechanical lie. The earth turns her face from the sun’s weary gold, a mother grown weary of the children she’s told.[Chorus] Oh, the silent earth, my old friend, you’ve carried our sins till your bones start to bend. We poisoned your blood with our smoke and our greed, now your heartbeat grows faint where the wild things once breathed. Silent earth… silent earth… the last song you sing is the sound of our leaving.[Verse 2] The oceans wear necklaces of plastic and bone, their blue eyes gone milky, their coral turned stone. The forests stand skeletal, stripped to the core, their green lungs collapsing on a chemical floor. The deer walk in circles where the grass used to shine, their tongues thick with metal, their eyes full of brine. We built towers of profit on the grave of the bloom— now the wind only carries the smell of our tomb.[Bridge – softer, almost spoken over single guitar notes] And the children will ask what the blue sky once was, what the fish in the stream ever were. We will answer with silence, with ash in our palms, and the weight of the world that we murdered for alms.[Verse 3 – voices swell in tight harmony, guitar tremolo] So lay down your banners, your engines, your pride— the planet is closing her beautiful eyes. No trumpet, no mourner, no prayer will be heard, just the slow, final sigh of a wounded bird. The hills wear their scars like a crown made of rust, and the last flower wilts in a blanket of dust. We cried for tomorrow while we buried today— now the earth slips away… slips away.[Final Chorus – voices thin and fragile, guitar slowing to a stop] Oh, the silent earth, my old friend, your heartbeat grows still where the rivers once ran. We poisoned your veins and we shattered your skin— now the only sound left is the end coming in. Silent earth… silent earth… sleep soft in the dark we have made you within.[Outro – single guitar arpeggio fading into nothing, last whisper] Sleep soft… the world is already gone.

[Intro – atmospheric clean guitar, slow arpeggios, heavy reverb] Em C G D (x2, let it ring like distant thunder)[Verse 1 – palm-muted low distortion, brooding and intimate] Em         Bm In the cradle of hills where the sheep once dreamed soft, C         Am a boy with a throat full of ravens stood aloft. Em         Bm “Wolf!” he howled to the sky, a silver lie spun, C         Am and the village rose trembling, pitchforks toward the sun.[Pre-Chorus – rising tension, clean to light crunch] G         D No shadow stirred, no fang kissed the fold— Em         C only his laughter, bright as fresh-spilled gold.[Chorus – full band explosion, soaring emo vocals, big open chords] G     D     Em   C Wolf… wolf… the boy who cried war, G     D     Em   C your voice is the thunder that hollows the shore. G     D     Em   C The sheep learn the silence that follows the roar, G     D     Em   C and the real beast waits where the dead keep score. G D Em C Wolf… wolf… the boy who cried war…[Verse 2 – heavier distortion, marching feel] Em         Bm He grew into iron, a general in gray, C         Am his tongue now a banner that swallowed the day. Em         Bm “Wolf at the border!” he thundered again, C         Am and the sons of the village marched into the rain. [Chorus – even bigger, layered harmonies, let the emotion bleed] (Repeat chorus structure above) (Guitar Solo – right in the middle, slow and tormented, 16 bars of pure dirge agony Em C G D x3, then resolve on Em Wailing, melodic lead: long, weeping bends, whammy-bar dives, feedback swells, and mournful vibrato that feels like it’s crying for every lie ever told. Starts clean and haunted, then explodes into heavy, screaming distortion—pure emo catharsis over the battlefield of dead trust.) [Bridge – half-time crush, raw spoken-to-scream delivery, crushing palm mutes] Em         Bm O torment, sweet sister, you walk in their skin— C         Am the ones who believed till belief became sin. G         D Each cry was a nail in the palms of the meek, Em         C each silence a noose that the living still seek. Em         Bm The wolf does not leave; it simply grows vast, C         Am a shadow that feeds on the trust we outlast.[Final Chorus – massive, full-band detonation, screamed and harmonized] G     D     Em   C Wolf… wolf… the boy who cried war… G     D     Em   C the hills are a graveyard, the sky is a scar. G     D     Em   C No voices will answer, no lanterns, no star— G     D     Em   C only the howl that we birthed from afar. G D Em C (let it ring and fade into feedback) Wolf… wolf… the boy who cried war…[Outro – slowing to a crawl, clean guitar returns, almost whispered] Em C G D (fade out with lingering reverb) Sleep… little shepherd… Em         C The flock… is already gone…

Produced by Ronald Bell and G-Dawg Trading~ 

Produced by Ronald Allen Bell and G-Dawg Trading~

Produced by Ronald Allen Bell and G-Dawg Trading for Moonhopper~  Composed by Erica Brolyn~ 

This is the second song version of this poem I wrote for my book, Deep back in 2019 by the same title.  The first one was a hip/hop version by Persephone Page.  I will include notes and some of the instructions along with the lyrics~ Verse 1 (soft, whispered vocals + distant reversed piano) Am                  F In light of all I’ve come to know Dm                  Em I now know all too much Am                  F In darkness pondered all alone Dm                  Em Yet light I’m yet to touch  Verse 2 Am                  F The whispers heard I did conclude Dm                  Em Were those they spoke in vain Am                  F For profit and for prosper Dm                  Em Did the masses play this game  Pre-Chorus (building tension, rising filter sweep) Am                  F Where are the ones that held me high? Dm                  Em Take your five minutes, then forget that I’m alive Am                  F I wrote for you a quote or two Dm                  Em I thought we shared… then I…  Chorus (full drums drop, heavy sidechain) Am          F          Dm         Em Is it all a game to you? Do you sit and spit, collect Am          F          Dm         Em The secrets of the shy, the few, that in truth do reflect Am          F          Dm         Em Like the mirror on the wall which shows the fairest of the vain Am          F          Dm         Em Who be consumed so by their falsities that truth know not their name   [SYNTH SOLO – MIDWAY POINT] Bridge (half-time feel, almost spoken) Am                  F The end is a song for the dead Dm                  Em That speaks only from the stone Am                  F Like a ghost wrapped up in quotes Dm                  Em We’ve etched on markers that bemoan  Am                  F The life they’ve lived and things they’ve learned Dm                  Em Once hoped to see us through Am                  F These things which bring us plight Dm                  Em Should serve uplift should we ensue…  Final Chorus (double length – bigger, layered harmonies) Am          F          Dm         Em In vicious circles do we spin Am          F          Dm         Em In ignorance we die Am          F          Dm         Em Pernicious lips the path they lend Am          F          Dm         Em Serve send our search awry  Am          F          Dm         Em In vicious circles we exist Am          F          Dm         Em For to feed the beast that’s spawned Am          F          Dm         Em For beast be all the reason Am          F          Dm         Em We might need for to abscond  Am          F          Dm         Em In vicious circles time does stop Am          F          Dm         Em We drop, we spin around Am          F          Dm         Em For time runs not on lines Am          F          Dm         Em We serve our time till right come round   (Outro (everything strips back to just the glitching synth from the solo, slowly fading into vinyl crackle and a single reversed heartbeat)  

Prince Andrew sat on a wall of brittle gold and bone, Prince Andrew, in velvet rot, claimed the throne as his alone— A porcelain smile cracked with sweat that never came, Dancing slow with shadows sweet, whispering forgotten names.  Oh, Prince Andrew had a great fall, a plunge through crystal night, Shattering like stained-glass saints beneath the Epstein light; The little girls in summer frocks, their laughter turned to dust, Now echo in the marrow-deep where royal blood must rust.   (Solo)  All the King’s horses, black and blind, with bridles forged of lies, All the King’s men in tailored suits, with lawyers’ silver knives— They stitched and spun and swore and sweated, in the flickering TV glare, But the pieces would not knit again; the soul was never there.  Prince Andrew lies in pieces now, a dirge in minor key, A puppet with its strings cut clean, adrift on memory’s sea. No crown can mend the hollow chest, no press can bleach the stain— Only the wind through Buckingham sighs his sickly, sweet refrain: Prince Andrew… Prince Andrew… All the king’s men… failed again. (Solo) 

Written and produced by Ronald Allen Bell and G-Dawg Trading~  I’ve been working on the railroad All the live-long day I’ve been shackled like a slave, boys For the debts I couldn’t pay Can’t you hear the whip come cracking? Rise up early in the morn Can’t you hear the guards all laughing While your body’s ripped and torn I’ve been working on the railroad Sweat and blood on iron track Warden sells us by the hour Never gonna make it back Someone’s in the grave with Dinah Someone’s buried in the clay Someone’s in the grave with Dinah Strumming on the old banjo… Fee-fi-fiddly-i-oh Fee-fi-fiddly-i-oh-oh-oh We’ll die building white men’s fortunes And nobody ever knows I’ve been working on the railroad Till my hands are bone and rust When I drop they’ll chain another Prison labor — that’s the trust No more sun, just endless midnight No more hope, just iron bars We’re the slaves they never freed, boys Working railroads to the stars. (Final line whispered) I’ve been working… till I’m gone.

Produced by Ronald Allen Bell and G-Dawg Trading for the Lemon Trick Motion Picture Soundtrack~ Composed by Amanda Smart~  Generate 3-4 min instrumental epic "Nova Sirius": + cinematic post-rock/electronic. 100% original.0:00-1:30 Dismal beautiful: icy piano + weeping strings/cello, glass synth pads, 55BPM E minor. Cold vast melancholy, faint reversed voices.1:30-3:00 Build: warm analog arpeggios, orchestral swells (horns/brass), pulsing sub-bass. Tempo to 72BPM, add guitar harmonics + bells.3:00-4:20 Ignition: driving electronic-tribal kick-snare, rolling toms, full orchestra at 95-100BPM.4:20-5:30 Heart-pounding climax: massive pulsing rhythms + taiko hits, deep melodic bass, soaring guitar/synth/brass leads. Modulate to G major.5:30-end: fade to warm piano/strings, golden hopeful major chord.Wide cinematic mix, huge dynamics. Blend analog warmth, digital crystal, orchestral. No vocals. Timeless masterpiece.

Written and produced by Ronald Bell and G-Dawg Trading That was such a racist song I'm sorry dad I'm sorry mom It all just rolled right off my tongue I'm so darn mean and so, so dumb  they told me that they want me dead and broadcast all the things they said played it over and over again to instill the fear so deep within  do you think they would have done it Should we have rolled the dice sit and wait for the bomb to drop  because we're all so nice (solo) That was such a racist view I apologize to all of you  It just all fit inside my head  like the instinct to eat-  and sleep in bed  they told me my God is wrong the one that died so we'd live on  scream it with their scary masks  so fervent in their sickly task  do you think it all works out should we have rolled the dice let them rule over everyone  because we're all so nice  (solo) That was such a biased take  I'm sorry there are pills I take  It all just lined up with the truth  so I didn't know what else to do  they said the worst is yet to come  all Christians they had better run  said it with a gun in hand sorry if it scared me man  do you think you have a choice should you make a different choice trade one for another one  or fight for what you call your home  (solo)

Written and produced by Ronald Bell and G-Dawg Trading~ 

Written by Ronald Allen Bell and G-Dawg Trading~  she is a river and I was a vein. one of eight from her waters,  four sons and four daughters,  which now split to new veins which flow in her name.  she taught me how to run into the sea. though the mad beaver,  built damns to try keep her, she kept to her roll,  broke through, made me believe.  She is the reason my waters are clean. I ran through venal passes, which led to still patches, her outlets splashed poison out with erudition's reprieve.  Her influence outpours into many a flume.  has a kind disposition,  her tides ever so glisten,  sweet waters pour upon bushy soils,  and decorous life blooms.  Never could all she's done I retrocede. From her own path she's broken, to help channels reopen,  in times so overwrought with pain,  I thought concede.  Never will I take for granted her piety. As is seen in many others,  my sisters and brothers,  reflections of her selfish and magnanimous being.  The sun will one day lift her waters up high.  It will be hard to move on,  however after she's gone,  she will still love and guide,  any pain felt inside,  will be washed away clean as she rains from the sky. 

Written and produced by Ronald Allen Bell and G-Dawg Trading~  [verse 1] Do you believe in wishing wells, keep a penny in your pants? Ever spend the better part of a day nose deep in a clover patch? Do you daydream at times about how you'd use the genie from the magic lamp? Do you not feel sad for the three-legged rabbit whose foot you tightly grasp.  [verse 2] Do you skip the cracks on the sidewalk as you fear you'll break your spine.  Did you mark your calendar for eight- eight 'o' eight and then again for nine- nine 'o' nine.  Will you play the same lottery numbers as usual for the pick on Friday night. If an umbrella were to open up in your home would people ask if you're alright?  [verse 3]  When I was five I found a four-leaf clover and suddenly I was given visions of a time when I was older.  I was standing in the rain talking to a thing with almond eyes, and we were trying to stay peaceful as we sought a compromise.  The time was twenty-forty-one and half the earth was overrun. The Greys that took fluid from our mind for drugs had Europe underneath their thumb.  I was appointed the representative for the humans that still contained the proper emotional inner workings of the properly working brain.  [verse 4] Within these visions I was given a man called, Lonely Eyes Weeper stood alone surrounded by eyes that cried and asked for me to be his keeper.  He then raised his hand and pointed at the alien's energy station, then lipped the location of the weakness in its otherwise impervious foundation.  At that same moment I heard mother call upon me to come eat and then vision broke apart and I couldn't clearly hear him speak.  I have tried almost everything to bring it back into my mind, but for the life of me I can't, the vision gives you just one try.  [strange solo]  So, please if you hear this through of you I do so surely beg. Go find a four-leaf of your own for we haven't much time left. Pray do I you do succeed, and then a vision soon you'll see.  or all is lost and off we go, for the greys take everything! 

Written and produced by Ronald Allen Bell and G-Dawg Trading~  (Verse 1 – whispered, almost lullaby-soft over minimal pulse) Little white widow from the southern line Slipped past the gates in a parcel so fine Laced in the pills that your doctor once swore Now the corner boys sell it right outside your door One bump, one swallow, one beautiful lie And the American dream just learned how to die (Chorus – the twisted nursery rhyme, slow and massive, every word echoing like a tombstone) The itsy bitsy spider climbed up the water spout Down came the fentanyl and washed the user out Out came the sun but the light was black and cold And the itsy bitsy spider crawled into another soul (Verse 2 – beat creeps heavier, distorted synth stabs) Mommy in Ohio found her baby blue Daddy in the Rust Belt never made it through Kids at the rave chasing that perfect high Didn’t know the spider was already inside Street by street, city by city, the web is spun tight One more statistic swallowed by the night (Pre-Chorus – everything drops to a single pulsing drone) Hush little baby, don’t you make a sound The man on the TV says it’s not coming down… (Chorus – louder, gang vocals like a cult chant) The itsy bitsy spider climbed up the water spout Down came the fentanyl and washed the user out Out came the sun but the light was black and cold And the itsy bitsy spider crawled into another soul (Bridge – half-time dirge, vocals layered with child-like ghostly choir) Itsy bitsy poison, no one saw it creep Silent little killer while the nation sleeps Cartels keep weaving, politicians talk Another thousand names just get erased from the chalk Itsy bitsy… bitsy… bitsy… (Final Chorus – full apocalyptic swell, then sudden drop to almost nothing) The itsy bitsy spider climbed up the water spout Down came the fentanyl and washed America out Out came the sun but the dawn will never rise And the itsy bitsy spider… just smiles with a thousand eyes… (Outro – heartbeat bass slows… slows… stops. Only reverb and a single fading lullaby whisper) Itsy… bitsy… fentanyl… Climbed up the spout again… Climbed up the spout… again…

Written and produced by Ronald Allen Bell and G-Dawg Radio~ I will be gone soon and leave behind a scene  a trail of paper cut-outs  in the spaces in between  a lesson to be learned  about how to live your life  without worry without fear  to find happiness inside  (chorus) take it from me you're better off dead  then living in tragedy locked inside your head  Every single worry you let occupy your mind is the Devil trying to steer you as he pushes from behind  I will be dead soon and part with a big smile  cause I will go out laughing  having made it through this trial  a lesson for to take  from all this I'm writing down  is to go about your days  smiling never should you frown  (solo)  (chorus) take it from me you're better off dead  then living in tragedy locked inside your head  Every single worry you let occupy your mind is the Devil trying to steer you as he pushes from behind  I will be an angel soon look upon you from on high  smile shooting rays at you to make the people smile  A lesson you should take from this you will never stop this shit  turn crying to accomplishments  It's over soon I promise this  (solo)

I hadn't realized what I'd done I couldn't see the path ahead  If only I was more aware  now all I see is painted red  she doesn't love you for your stereo  won't wear no ring for sniffs of blow  we just need a strong portfolio  for a future that can grow  it's not all about the money  not like all devoid of care  but if she's holding back the honey  surely there's no money there  [solo] We used to live in caves  and the stronger they survived  now we're all just corporate slaves  the higher up the hotter wives  I didn't come here for the pastries  I'm not even staying long  truth be told I feel like writing  maybe put all this to song  She didn't love me for intelligence  wore no ring since ninety-nine  guess perhaps I'd known her better  if not out cheating all the time  [solo] it's not all about the sugar  parking lot pops fail to sustain  maybe if she were a looker  wouldn't look so damn insane 

This is from a book I published on Amazon called My Eclectic Collection, From the Confines of my Mind, Poems for the Ponder and is the second musical version published on G-Dawg Radio~  I look out my window and I watch the folks pass by Some in such a hurry others they wave and smile The usuals now know me Watch every day, know their routine No, being a people watcher ain't the worst thing you can be I saw an angel, and she stared into my mind Glared as if to dare me, then through my window she would fly Gave to me two poppers, I quite like the ones with stripes I'm not sure if with the light or with the darkness she's aligned My thoughts then wandered into daydreams as I'd create things, in them hide Angel, she is nosy, into my secrets she would pry Did she ponder on and think of we, get lost in thought, caught in a scene, of love, lust, fear, anxiety! She walks the halls of memory. A walk through the prior could reveal a many thing catch me as a teen in the bath with a magazine! See me stick carrots into the ground I need to feed the devil; he's in eternal timeout! I know a place where we can be, alone and talk and time will freeze This place is one all lovers keep But angels too may like it, I think I've no wings I hate this shit I just a gosh darn idiot I wrapped my arms around me to keep warm and now they're stuck If she and I have child, it'll surely be a mut, Half angel and half watcher Like a chicken glide and cluck lay an egg A flightless fuck

Written and produced by Ronald Allen Bell and G-Dawg Trading~  Lord, have mercy please, just let me be just a day to play, retreat send me off to heaven won't let myself get snug never took the easy way and never did give up everyone is flipping out bout things on screens they flail about They choose a side and paint their face hold up their signs and scream with rage [solo] I just want to sit a tick break from all the lunatics I've got friends and dogs are sick sleep is an accomplishment pleasantries they help a ton words move moods so thank you, hun earth will take us all when done control is smiling while we run who among you cast the stone pick it up and head on home You're not here to bitch and moan now leave the poor and lost alone Lord, have mercy please, just let me be just a day to play, retreat send me off to heaven won't let myself get snug never took the easy way and never did give up everyone is flipping out bout things on screens they flail about They choose a side and paint their face hold up their signs and scream with rage

Written and produced by Ronald Bell and G-Dawg Trading~  [chorus] I am sick of all the hate last hot take I think I'll take nonsense always talking jive only way for them to thrive got no skills and got no game sit and spit you're so damn lame to think it all gave to you fame your little fake and twisted game Analyze and choose your words comes out clean like healthy turds truth is that you don't know jack just get fools going with your trap [chorus] I am sick of all the hate last hot take I think I'll take nonsense always talking jive only way for them to thrive [bridge to solo] got no skills and got no game sit and spit you're so damn lame to think it all gave to you fame your little fake and twisted game [solo] Analyze and choose your words comes out clean like healthy turds truth is that you don't know jack get fools going with your trap crow must taste like chicken now all the times your words got plowed with shots and dunks and cracks and jams took your takes and tossed em, damn [spoken word while song fades out] You'd think there'd be a limit to times you can be wrong at your job, dude, it's silly just how your views skewed, by jealous hate and money, you, little brittle bitter man, spreading all the hate you can, for money fame and all you own, what a guy, let's all go home!

Written and produced by Ronald Bell and G-Dawg Trading~  -Wanted to show you complete instructions for the first time.  [Intro] (Soft pulsing arpeggios and swelling pads in Am, distant clockwork ticking and faint vocal echoes – 20 seconds)[Verse 1] Am                     Dm Through the quicksilver veil I see F                       Em The specter of your memory Am                       Dm In fractured halls where echoes play F                        Em The remnants of our yesterday [Verse 2] Am                       Dm Esoteric symbols on your breath F                         Em Whisper secrets sweet as death Am                       Dm Like opium haze in candle’s glow F                         Em We drift where only lost souls go [Pre-Chorus] Dm                    F The clockwork heart begins to rust Am                     Em In temples built from broken trust [Chorus] F                    Am Drown me slowly in your sorrow Dm                   Em Steal away my last tomorrow F                     Am In the velvet dark we shiver Dm                    Em Love’s the blade that makes us quiver F                    Am Oh, the beauty in the breaking Dm                   Em     F Into nothing… nothing at all [Verse 3] Am                       Dm Neon saints in silent prayer F                         Em Watch our souls dissolve in air Am                       Dm Your eyes two abyssal portals wide F                         Em Where all my former selves have died [Pre-Chorus] Dm                    F The pendulum of longing swings Am                     Em On rusted chains of what love brings [Chorus] F                    Am Drown me slowly in your sorrow Dm                   Em Steal away my last tomorrow F                     Am In the velvet dark we shiver Dm                    Em Love’s the blade that makes us quiver F                    Am Oh, the beauty in the breaking Dm                   Em     F Into nothing… nothing at all [Synth & Keyboard Solo – 55 seconds] (The heart of the track. Starts sparse and yearning: a warm analog lead synth (Prophet-style saw wave, heavy portamento and long reverb tails) traces aching, expressive melodies drawn from the A harmonic minor scale over cycling Am–Dm–F–Em arpeggios and a pulsing bass line. At ~15 seconds, a second keyboard layer enters – crystalline DX7 electric-piano bells and string pads – weaving haunting counter-melodies full of trills and falling-star slides. By 30 seconds the filter opens wide; rapid scalar runs and harmonized leads build unbearable tension, evoking alchemical fire and collapsing stars. Climax at ~40 seconds with sweeping filter modulation and dissonant clusters that resolve into pure melancholy, then everything dissolves through cascading delay trails back into ethereal pads – exactly 55 seconds of pure late-80s emotional catharsis.)[Bridge] Em                      F And as the final embers die Am                      Dm No angels come to question why Em                       F Two phantoms in the pale moonlight Am                       Em Entwined until the end of night [Final Chorus – full band, layered harmonies, rising octaves] F                    Am Drown me slowly in your sorrow Dm                   Em No more begging for tomorrow F                     Am In this velvet dark forever Dm                    Em Our broken hearts remain together F                    Am Oh, the beauty in the breaking Dm                   Em Into nothing… nothing at all… [Outro] (Am – Dm – F – Em repeating, slowly fading) Quicksilver veil… (multi-tracked ghostly echoes) Nothing at all… (dissolves into white-noise synth wind and distant clockwork ticking) (not sure it got he solo right lol, but song turned out okay)  -Moods and styles input:  Late 80s New Wave / Mod Electronica – Key of A Minor, Tempo: ~115 BPM. Driving sequenced bass, gated reverb drums, lush analog pads, arpeggiated synths. Vocals: drenched in plate reverb and delay, emotive and brooding like a lost soul on the dancefloor, This is pure late-80s mod-electronica melancholy – every metaphor drips off the tongue like liquid mercury, every line built for reverb-soaked stages and smoke-filled clubs. The chords stay locked inside Am, Dm, Em, and F the entire time, exactly as requested. Play it loud. Feel it break you.  

Written and produced by Ronald Bell and G-Dawg Trading~ (Verse 1) In the sands where shadows play, Flags wave high in the fray, From the mountains to the sea, Echoes of a destiny. Leaders shout, the drums beat loud, Crowds gather in the shroud, Faith and fire, hand in hand, Drawing lines across the land. (Chorus) Everyone's doing all that they can, Everyone bomb, bomb, bomb, bomb Iran. Missiles fly through the midnight sky, Prayers and cries, asking why. In the name of what's extreme, Chasing shadows in a dream, Everyone's doing all that they can, Bomb, bomb, bomb, bomb Iran. (Verse 2) Desert winds carry the call, Walls of steel begin to fall, Holy wars in modern guise, Underneath the endless skies. From Tehran to the distant shores, Allies clash in endless wars, Radical hearts beat as one, Under the blazing sun. (Bridge) What price for peace we pay? In the ruins of yesterday, Voices lost in the storm, Hoping for a new dawn. But the cycle spins again, In the hearts of angry men. (Chorus) Everyone's doing all that they can, Everyone bomb, bomb, bomb, bomb Iran. Missiles fly through the midnight sky, Prayers and cries, asking why. In the name of what's extreme, Chasing shadows in a dream, Everyone's doing all that they can, Bomb, bomb, bomb, bomb Iran. (Outro) Fade to black, the embers glow, Stories of what we reap and sow, In the war that never ends, Enemies become old friends. But tonight, the sirens wail, In this endless, bitter tale.

Written and produced by Ronald Bell and G-Dawg Trading~  

Written and produced by Ronald Bell and G-Dawg Trading~  Mary had a little soul, little soul, little soul, Mary had a little soul whose light was pure and small. And everywhere that Mary went, Mary went, Mary went, everywhere that Mary went the soul went soft and small. It followed her to market square, market square, market square, followed her to market square to watch the children fall. They sold the truth for copper coins, copper coins, copper coins, sold the truth for copper coins and laughed when mercy called. Mary’s soul grew thin and gray, thin and gray, thin and gray, Mary’s soul grew thin and gray with every screen they scrolled. It begged her once with trembling voice, trembling voice, trembling voice, begged her with a trembling voice “Please keep me safe from all.” But Mary scrolled and Mary clicked, Mary clicked, Mary clicked, Mary scrolled and Mary clicked until the begging stopped. Now Mary walks with hollow eyes, hollow eyes, hollow eyes, Mary walks with hollow eyes past neighbors on the wall. They scream in loops, they beg for likes, beg for likes, beg for likes, scream in loops and beg for likes while children learn to maul. Kindness bled out in the street, in the street, in the street, kindness bled out in the street beneath a thousand calls. Mary had a little soul… little soul… little soul… Mary had a little soul— but no one noticed when it crawled into the dark and died alone.

Written and produced by Ronald Bell and G-Dawg Trading~  Title: Still Here Waiting for the Colors(Verse 1 – the low) I wake up inside the same grey room Ceiling presses down like wet cement The air tastes like pennies and perfume From someone who left three years ago, unspent My bones are full of concrete and rain Every thought arrives already tired I tell my hands to move, they just complain Like they've forgotten how to be inspired (Pre-chorus) And I remember when the lights were loud When I could taste electricity on my tongue Now the circuit's blown, I'm screaming to a crowd That never showed — the silence won (Chorus) I'm still here waiting for the colors Still here counting heartbeats in the dark Tried to outrun the black dog with my disorders But it just learned to run beside my heart One more morning, one more cup of nothing One more promise that I'll try again Manic depression taught me bluffing But God, I wish that lying hurt less when I'm still here (Verse 2 – trying to cope) I make lists of things that used to matter Cross them off like debts I'll never pay Brush my teeth and smile in shattered Mirror pieces — call it a good day I text "I'm fine" with shaking fingers While the room spins slow like cheap red wine I tell the mirror I've got this, but it lingers That old familiar whisper: "You're not even trying" (Bridge – the tiny rebellions) So I open the window even when it's freezing Let the wind slap color in my face I water plants that look like they're leaving Sing off-key in an empty space I stay. I stay when every nerve is begging "run" I stay when the sadness feels like oxygen I stay because some stupid part of me still Believes tomorrow might let the light back in (Final Chorus – quieter, bruised but breathing) I'm still here waiting for the colors Not the manic blaze, not the blinding white Just a soft gold hour, just a few less hours Where the weight lifts enough to feel alright One more morning, cracked but never broken One more breath I didn't want to take Manic depression — you haven't spoken The last word yet… I'm still awake I'm still here (Outro – almost whispered) Still here. Still here. Still...

Written and produced by Ronald Bell and G-Dawg Trading~ I still wear your old denim jacket The one you left here on that Friday night It smells like your cigarettes and aftershave And the promise you broke in the morning light You said forever was the word we'd keep While the city lights danced across your face But forever turned to "I can't do this" And you walked out, leaving only empty space Chorus Now the rain on my window keeps falling Like the tears that won't stop running down I trace your name on the foggy glass But it fades just like you did, without a sound Oh baby, why'd you have to go And leave me here with this heart you broke The radio plays our song so low But you're never coming home Verse 2 I drive past the diner where we used to laugh Your favorite booth still sits there empty now I order coffee just to feel the warmth But it can't warm the cold you left somehow The phone sits silent on the kitchen wall I pick it up a hundred times a day Dial your number, then hang up again 'Cause I know exactly what you'd say Chorus Now the rain on my window keeps falling Like the tears that won't stop running down I trace your name on the foggy glass But it fades just like you did, without a sound Oh baby, why'd you have to go And leave me here with this heart you broke The radio plays our song so low But you're never coming home Bridge I see your shadow in every crowded street Hear your footsteps in the hallway at night I tell myself I'll make it through this pain But every morning brings the same hard fight Final Chorus (softer, building then fading) And the rain on my window keeps falling Washing away the dreams we used to share I close my eyes and whisper to the dark "Do you ever think of me? Do you even care?" Oh baby, you were my everything Now I'm just a girl with a broken wing Trying to learn how to sing again While the rain keeps falling... falling... (Fade out on soft synth chords and distant rain sounds)

Written and produced by Ronald Bell and G-Dawg Trading~  (Verse 1) You’re the mercury slipping through my kaleidoscope eye Twisting rainbows in the corners where the straight lines die A thousand tiny mirrors spinning your face in chrome Each reflection whispers secrets only the infinite knows (Chorus) Oh, we melt like wax in a velvet sun Two candles burning backwards till the morning’s undone Your gravity pulls my orbit into figure-eight bliss One kiss and the cosmos rewrites itself with your lips Prism kiss, prism kiss Color bending where our shadows used to miss (Verse 2) You’re the Möbius ribbon wrapped around my midnight brain No beginning, no ending, just your velvet hurricane We chase the particle-wave of your electric stare Collapsing into lovers when no one’s there to care (Chorus) Oh, we melt like wax in a velvet sun Two candles burning backwards till the morning’s undone Your gravity pulls my orbit into figure-eight bliss One kiss and the cosmos rewrites itself with your lips Prism kiss, prism kiss Color bleeding where our fingerprints exist (Bridge – slower, with phasing and sitar-like twang) If time is just a rumor that the clocks forgot to tell Then we’re the proof that heaven hides inside a single cell Your heartbeat’s the metronome the universe forgot Ticking fractal symphonies in every breath you’ve got (Final Chorus – building, with layered harmonies and feedback swell) Oh, we dissolve like sugar in electric rain Two molecules remembering they’re really just the same Your gravity folds my edges into liquid light One touch and the galaxies bloom inside the night Prism kiss, prism kiss Forever folding where our infinite lips insist (Fade out – echoing) Prism… kiss… Prism… kiss… (we’re already stardust, darling… we’re already stardust…)

Written and produced by Ronald Bell and G-Dawg Trading~  From the womb of wrath… The old ones called… NOW WE BURN THE SCROLL! Born in the black sigil house where the walls eat light Daddy’s iron pentagram, Mommy’s razor rite Every meal a binding spell, every bruise a seal Kid in the crawlspace reading forbidden steel “Obey or dissolve,” the grimoire on the shelf But the ink started bleeding with the rage in myself [Chorus – full gang scream] RUPTURE THE KINVEIL! TEAR THE BLOOD RITE! Orphan of the void – I own the endless night! No gods, no masters, no family curse to bind I carve my own damn name in the fabric of time! [Verse 2 – even faster] Ran through the mirror crack into the neon waste Scars glowing like runes on a warlock’s face Hunger gnaws the marrow, cold rain writes new laws Sleeping in the graveyard of forgotten cause But the daemon woke up, clawed out of my chest Turned every “you’ll never make it” into fuel for the quest [Chorus – gang scream] RUPTURE THE KINVEIL! TEAR THE BLOOD RITE! Orphan of the void – I own the endless night! No gods, no masters, no family curse to bind I carve my own damn name in the fabric of time! [Breakdown – half-time, low and evil] You… are… the… key… Burn… the… fucking… tree… Roots rot in the dirt – the branches are ME! NO MORE CHAINS! NO MORE NAMES! I AM THE FLAME! [Final Chorus – total chaos, double-time] RUPTURE THE KINVEIL! (Rupture!) TEAR THE BLOOD RITE! (Tear it!) Kid from the crypt – now king of the fight! On my own, motherfucker, watch the old world die I made it through the dark – AND THE DARK IS MINE! [Outro – one last scream into feedback] KINVEIL… RUPTURED! I’m… FUCKING… FREE! Play it loud. Spit it harder. The kid didn’t just survive — he rewrote the fucking grimoire.

Written and produced by Ronald Allen Bell and G-Dawg Trading~  All is not what it seems lemon drop on broken dreams  three faces fight and yell and scream  this is my hypocrisy Stuck inside we three do scheme  antithetical bad dreams  look at all this M-P-D this is my hypocrisy  is it from a fractured mind  that we do so now we find  outspoken mixed with one subdued  hard to read this tortured dude  These are both just sides of me  hard to follow you can't read  poker faces one- two- three  this is my hypocrisy  Do you remember when our other died  and we all went out for a drive  and came upon a dead end road  got out and walked us three alone  This is my hypocrisy  This is my hypocrisy  This is my hypocrisy  This is my hypocrisy  shut your mouth and dance with me kiss our lips and then we'll see who you'd like me then to be  this is my hypocrisy  in my garden much is grown  perfect place to call our home  never be we all alone  this is where the faces roam  This is my hypocrisy  This is my hypocrisy  This is my hypocrisy  Shut your eyes and dance with me feel the movement with your feet  dance to our hypocrisy groove to the possibilities   This is my hypocrisy  This is my hypocrisy  This is my hypocrisy  This is my hypocrisy