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Shadows by 33 Oakwood Dr.

Produced by G-Dawg Trading~ 
Lyrics: 
[Verse]
Caught in the flicker of a neon sigh
Your voice like a whisper breaking the sky
I told myself I didn’t need you
Told myself a thousand lies
 
[Prechorus]
Every shadow bends your name
Every breath feeds the flame
 
[Chorus]
But I’m not listening no I’m not listening
To the echoes in my chest
I keep resisting but I’m unraveling
Denying what I can’t confess
 
[Verse 2]
Your silhouette stains the back of my mind
Like a photo left out in the sun too long
I said I’d move on said I’d be fine
But the melody lingers when the song is gone
 
[Prechorus]
Every shadow bends your name
Every breath feeds the flame
 
[Chorus]
But I’m not listening no I’m not listening
To the echoes in my chest
I keep resisting but I’m unraveling
Denying what I can’t confess

Bagpipe Bop by William's Wallace OP

This song was produced by G-Dawg Trading for all the bagpipe players that don't get their respect. 
Pray do I your bag forever blow. 

The Unspoken Poem by The Ron Allen Experiment

Written by Ronald Allen Bell~
Produced by G-Dawg Trading~ 
Poem from the book, Deep by the same author~ 
Written with pens we dipped into ink jars we found in the cellar;on wooden paper scraped in scribe, from a time and place not taught to the children, why, in my cellar did it hide. Through my fingers it chose to be shown. A language lost under rocks and stone.Above it built this modern home,Ghost which etch lost quotes they roam, protect this secret, unspoken poem. 
Possession, as to serve the passing of a message, blurred, as in another language, words, which I can't articulate, but into my mind, like a brand they are burned. Not cursive, glyphic, nor of tongue I've ever heard.The accent is plastic, it's mechanical.Elastic stretched to connect the wheels which gave these creatures life. A place advanced beyond us, yet it passed long before, yes, my best guess is it's from way behind. 
Cliestle dotentagio frym bjar, Clieslte dote e' fru.Free your mind and the rest will follow. Ghost like hip-hop too? Never mind, the radio is playing upstairs in my sister's room. 
Com dis plato, tome riato, plato tome, siome. Build a ship to travel time, time ship will take you home. 
Remember, metaphors aren't always friendly in a poem...
Time could be a deadline passed, the ship the state in which we're made. God and Satan cartoon characters, on the other side of this world's gate! The time to build may have passed, the world ended, back in 1988?! 
Follow the yellow brick mind trick, which was used as a test to, telepathically control you through, Suggestion not conducive to your view.Perhaps I wrongly deciphered the scribe?Spirits guide me, lend me clues... 
Alice fell into a well and drowned, the white bunny was a tunnel served to guide her up, on her way on down. The Hatter, Queen, caterpillar and the clowns, souls, lonely, trying to keep her soul, stuck among unholy ground. 
The language looked to me now as did the one I learned from the squares that raised me. Knowledge came from my pen, I scribed, deciphered the script of the unknown. 
Cliestle dotentagio Frym bjar, Clieslte dote e' fru.Oh, yes, I get it...A poem untangled from The One, yes, it said, a poem of spoken secrets lost we never knew. 
I thank you , ghost, dwelling in the cellar, telling, spelling out the clues. I knew there was more to the stories on the TV. Not significant just yet, but it will do. 
 

A Long Ponder Lullaby by The Ron Allen Experiment

Written by Ronald Allen Bell~
Ad for Sleepy Dawg, a pod to help you sleep. 
Produced by G-Dawg Trading originally for the Sleepy Dawg podcast~ 

Sleep Forever, Love, Goodnight (In This December Version 2) by Ben Reddish

Written by Ronald Allen Bell~
Produced by G-Dawg Trading~ 
Originally from a poem entitled, This December from the book, Broken Reflection and the song of that title by Prince Edward's Band~ 

Måtehold Priest (Life's Paths) by The Ron Allen Experiment

Written by a crazy person~
produced by G-Dawg Trading~ 
Formatted for your earholes by Classy Dames from the 1950s~
Compatible with Magnavox Tube Radios for optimal sound~ 
Lyrics: 
I said goodbye to my lover left her on the highway cold and then never found another loving lovers sure got old 
took the kids and packed a lunchpressed the pedal with a punch drove all daytime in a crunch to mom and pops say thank you much 
people only love you for who you really are better to be loved for the flesh I think by far getting looks and taking namesscribbling digits playing games love and lust, dear, who is asking up for the task or are you passing 
I said goodbye to my friends in my mind again and again and then never made another not a sister or a brother 
took the nicknames rolled them up made their stories sticky stuff created worlds and moved inside forever loves I still reside within the walls that keep me safe where demons they have little strength and with a wish a tap and turn the evil at my will shall burn 
take some stuff and make it upfireworks and buttercups as a kid I was a pain likely drove my mom insane 
tried to grow three of my ownsoon the third will leave our home did my best and hope they can contribute like a noble man 
people only love you for who you really are better to be loved for the flesh I think by far getting looks and taking namesscribbling digits playing games love and lust, dear, who is asking up for the task or are you passing
took the nicknames rolled them up made their stories sticky stuff created worlds and moved inside forever loves I still reside within the walls that keep me safe where demons they have little strength and with a wish a tap and turn the evil at my will shall burn 

New American Anthem by Richard King

Written by Ronald Allen Bell~
Produced by G-Dawg Trading~
Debut single for Richard King~ 
A modified version of a poem entitled, Liberty from the book Deep. from the same author~ 

Black and White by Ed Monix's Bad Knee

Written by Ronald Allen Bell~
Produced by G-Dawg Trading~ 
Original piece from the book, Poems for the Ponder, From the Confines of my Mind by the same author~ 
Lyrics:
red and blueleft and rightis all the choicethat we're supplied
to a side we all align then blindly followas they lie 
it's in our nature to dividewe must belongto a chosen side
we argue issuesthat are never raisedbeyond the wallsof the fools they play 
I flip a coin to choose my sidetails I'm leftheads I'm right it matters notwith whom I align both puppets strings get pulledby the same empire 
The greedy greenback boar has teeth that sink much deeper than you'd believe It has two mask it hides behindit changes them from time to time 
As it moves money left and right its mask will change and cover sightof the greedy greenbacks greedy gazethat goes unseen by the pawns they play 
the constitution, bill of rightsare museum pieces they push asideamend amendmentsmake wrongs right for the people by the people greenback will decide 

Wish I Was by Frat Brat Pack (FBP)

Written by Ronald Allen Bell's mentally challenged shadow~
Produced by G-Dawg Trading~
Formatted for dorm rooms across the globe by Ron Allen~ 

Pages by The Chilled Colors Brigade

Written by Ronald Allen Bell~
Produced by G-Dawg Trading~ 
Lyrics:
Empty is my heartheavy are my thoughtsneed a brand new startgo and wander offfirst you try a smilethen you try a hey seems weird for a whilenew friends you have made 
take a chance and chase a dream make a stance and cause a sceneyou are lost and all alonenow travel west and make a home 
hard to write with all this noise but silence is no better choicemy mind just never seems to stopso onto pages my words drop
tell me that you love metell me I'm so very cooltake my heart and break itlet me be your latest fool
silly little rhymes I wroterhymes well timed with notes that float 
I'll never meet that special girl with shoulder pads and springing curls
took a page from out the bookand lent the world a complex look in time I'd find my time well spentwith time to wine and care for pets
each line that finds its way to songis a line that lives forever onwords they shake and jump from page they're sung and flung from off the stage