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Quicksilver Veil by Crispy Corpus

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.
 

So Extreme by I-Spaz 2

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.

Ghost in the Rear View by DJ I-30 and Little Bee

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

Mary Had a Little Soul by Amanda Smart and Ron Allen

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.

Tortured by Rider's Comet with Persephone Page

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 roomCeiling presses down like wet cementThe air tastes like pennies and perfumeFrom someone who left three years ago, unspent My bones are full of concrete and rainEvery thought arrives already tiredI tell my hands to move, they just complainLike they've forgotten how to be inspired (Pre-chorus)And I remember when the lights were loudWhen I could taste electricity on my tongueNow the circuit's blown, I'm screaming to a crowdThat never showed — the silence won (Chorus)I'm still here waiting for the colorsStill here counting heartbeats in the darkTried to outrun the black dog with my disordersBut it just learned to run beside my heart One more morning, one more cup of nothingOne more promise that I'll try againManic depression taught me bluffingBut 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 matterCross them off like debts I'll never payBrush my teeth and smile in shatteredMirror pieces — call it a good day I text "I'm fine" with shaking fingersWhile the room spins slow like cheap red wineI tell the mirror I've got this, but it lingersThat old familiar whisper: "You're not even trying" (Bridge – the tiny rebellions)So I open the window even when it's freezingLet the wind slap color in my faceI water plants that look like they're leavingSing off-key in an empty space I stay.I stay when every nerve is begging "run"I stay when the sadness feels like oxygenI stay because some stupid part of me stillBelieves tomorrow might let the light back in (Final Chorus – quieter, bruised but breathing)I'm still here waiting for the colorsNot the manic blaze, not the blinding whiteJust a soft gold hour, just a few less hoursWhere the weight lifts enough to feel alright One more morning, cracked but never brokenOne more breath I didn't want to takeManic depression — you haven't spokenThe last word yet… I'm still awake I'm still here (Outro – almost whispered)Still here.Still here.Still...

Pain by Kiley Reagan

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)

Prism Kiss by Daisy Futures

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…)

Master of my Own by GLB

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 lightDaddy’s iron pentagram, Mommy’s razor riteEvery meal a binding spell, every bruise a sealKid in the crawlspace reading forbidden steel“Obey or dissolve,” the grimoire on the shelfBut 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 bindI carve my own damn name in the fabric of time! [Verse 2 – even faster]Ran through the mirror crack into the neon wasteScars glowing like runes on a warlock’s faceHunger gnaws the marrow, cold rain writes new lawsSleeping in the graveyard of forgotten causeBut the daemon woke up, clawed out of my chestTurned 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 bindI 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 dieI 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.

My Hypocrisy by Bucket of Sluts

Written and produced by Ronald Allen Bell and G-Dawg Trading~ 
All is not what it seemslemon 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-Dthis 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 mekiss our lips and then we'll seewho 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 mefeel the movement with your feet dance to our hypocrisygroove to the possibilities  
This is my hypocrisy This is my hypocrisy This is my hypocrisy This is my hypocrisy 

No Stone by Charizma James

This is the second song with the line, "She don't want no stone, wants the flame and little jar. These are the original lyrics. The Risen Wood did their own version with alternate lyrics called, "Lady Day Drinker".