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Timebomb San Juan (Little Bomber) by Crystal Dicks

Written and produced by Ronald Allen Bell and G-Dawg Trading~ 
Timebomb tickingticky-tacky tomhiding neath the tellyin a cafe in San Juan boom goes the dynamitedeafening punch of fearscreams so unnervingas slowly we can hear Senorita in her dresskids at play and such a messlittle bomber did his deedmaking Christians cry and bleed Timebomb tickingnow he’s just a ghostrubble for a pillowwhere the faith and laughter roast Sirens carve the midnight airbodies twisted, eyes that stareTV lights and cameras glareturning horror to a prayer Mothers clutch the empty shoesfathers curse the evening newsflags half-mast and candle crewsstill the hatred never cools Timebomb tickingechoes in the dawnhate that never endedin a cafe in San Juan Little bomber sleeps tonightunder stars that lost their lightticky-tacky tom took flightbut the fuse still burns so bright Timebomb ticking…ticking…ticking…

One Day (I Will Write It) by Ronnie Dushane

Written and produced by Ronald Allen Bell and G-Dawg Trading~ 
one day it will hit meand 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 galand 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 bestwith my father still alive 
Not sure if you knew this but I'm on YouTube nowI've got a thousand viewstwo thumbs a star-eyed wow 
I will be so popularthrough chickens I will plow they'll never get enough they'll never settle down 
(solo)
one day it will hit mejust you wait and see people they will gatherfor 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 nowI've got a thousand viewstwo 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 plowand even if they catch methey'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) 
 

Me and my Havanese by Kiley Reagan

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

Love Is by Plastic Privates

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 kneesand with the light colluding 
play the cards that I was delttonight 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 gamesitting 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  
 
 
 
 

Drunk Driver by Highway 4 South

Written and produced by Ronald Allen Bell and G-Dawg Trading~ 
Drunk driver, drunk diver you shouldn't be a live, yerso lucky it went downthe way that it went down(you clown) 
drunk driver, drunk driver you'll be getting tried, yer still lucky it went downthe 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 onbut they won't be your friends for long 
(solo)
drunk driver, drunk driveryou could've looked inside, yer self to see if you could stop inner wiseman knowledge drop 
drunk driver, drunk driverwhy don't you just get high, yerodds 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 drivergive 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, yerslurring speech and spinning turns red lights flash and you will learn 
it was all a secret planto put a dent into a manwho otherwise was without stainnow one of you a plain ole Jane

Red Rover (Send Them Over) by The Complexities of Carl

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…

We All Fall Down by Bucket of Sluts

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

Fare Thee Well by O'Brian's Clan

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. 

Como-So-May-Coco-Rock (Hello There, It's The Soldier Man) by Highway 4 South

written and produced by Ronald Allen Bell and G-Dawg Trading~
[strange solo]
bombs in the skyboots 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-rockcomo-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 skyboots 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-rockcomo-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) 

They Said by TimeBomb 1969

Written and produced by Ronald Allen Bell and G-Dawg Trading~ 
they said it's hot outsidethey said the air is sick the water it is dirty and the food is processed shit 
our politics are wrongand religion is to blame identity is a culture to be normal is insane 
to kill is to be righteousto 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 openAnd the amazon still flowed while we suffered locked inside wearing masks and plastic clothes 
to control it is not freedomthat steers another's moves but these commies they bleed them if they're in the proper mood 
take what it is they wantwithout consequence or thoughtwhen 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)