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Broken Reflection by The Ron Allen Experiment

Written by Ronald Allen Bell~
Produced by G-Dawg Trading~ 
Taken from and modified from a poem entitled, Broken Reflection in the book by the same name by the same author on the same plain in time. 
You are all witnesses to the Ron Allen Experiment. 
Do not adjust your radio waves. You are tuned in perfectly. 

The Five Lies by All This Demise

Written by Ronald Allen Bell~
Produced by G-Dawg Trading~
From the book, Scattered Endz by the same author~
Lyrics:
[chorus]One came with a plastic smile dressed as childlike disposition.One came with wings upon its feet smiling with ambition. Two called upon me for to rise disguised as celebration. The last one showed his true black tongue, yet I gave no contention.
[verse 1]If I should die before I awaken.Soul cast to fire among the depraved ones. Will the prayers I scream be heard from Hell.Or lost within the chitters of the souls that dwell. 
[verse 2]Enter in to pass allowed I Things of nightmares cast upon mind dead star's light still shines, deceives eyes.This beautiful scene fields screams behind lies. 
[verse 3]If I fall, will you come when I call your name.Forgive me when of sin I sip and still a touch remains.Hold me now, I suffer, please rip the sickness out.Holding me so tightly, drains the light, I'm darker now.
[chorus]One came with a plastic smile dressed as childlike disposition.One came with wings upon its feet smiling with ambition. Two called upon me for to rise disguised as celebration. The last one showed his true black tongue, yet I gave no contention.
[verse 1]If I should die before I awaken.Soul cast to fire among the depraved ones. Will the prayers I scream be heard from Hell.Or lost within the chitters of the souls that dwell. 
[verse 2]Enter in to pass allowed I Things of nightmares cast upon mind dead star's light still shines, deceives eyes.This beautiful scene fields screams behind lies. 
[verse 3]If I fall, will you come when I call your name.Forgive me when of sin I sip and still a touch remains.Hold me now, I suffer, please rip the sickness out.Holding me so tightly, drains the light, I'm darker now. 

Ronnie Makes Some Radio Show/G-Dawg Radio 333 AM Winnington Falls 98.0 FM, Lucksville

This show is super bad. If you're listening, you definitely have nothing better to do.  Sound quality on par with 1980s AM Radio. And topics we normally avoid like politics, are ripe within. Even included a sound check, like it's even needed with such a crappy recording. Also invited my dogs in this time. They said, NOTHING the whole time, not even a bark. Worst co-host ever! Thank God our music's still alive! The cover photo isn't even me. That's just some random dude. 

This is not a Love Song by Bucket of Sluts

Written by Ronald Allen Bell~
Produced by G-Dawg Trading~
This song is RATED MA by the author and performers, so do not listen if you have sensitive ears. This is not a love song. Not your mama's type of song, neither now go on, git! 
Lyrics: (don't read for the same reasons listed above, you sensitive Sally, you)
[verse 1] This is not a love songNot missing anyoneNo tears upon my pillow no tears for anyone
[verse 2] You can go and get your kickssuck a million druggy dicksdo a backwards forward flipinto a fucking sewage ditch
[verse 3] make your own day make a smilesniff and lay and bake a whileskin looks good with all those soarshow they like their crusty whores 
[chorus] This is not a love song, I don't feel for anyone Used to in the 90s, man those times were so much funMade some babies did my partpulled my weight and got a startNever trust your free will, brogive man choice and off he goescrazy how some figure it out while others cave to fear and doubt guess this mess is all we share pass the ranch I like your hair 
[solo] 
[verse 4]This is not a love songNot kissing anyone Not that I've never tried it but there's acid on my tongue 
[verse 5]You can go and lick your lipskiss a million hypocrites do a backwards forward flipinto a fucking sewage ditch
[verse 6]make your own day make a smileshoot some shit and lie a while about the you, you really are not the drunk with cat fight scars 
[chorus]This is not a love song, I don't feel for anyone Used to in the 90s, man those times were so much funMade some babies did my partpulled my weight and got a startNever trust your free will, brogive man choice and off he goescrazy how some figure it out while others cave to fear and doubt guess this mess is all we share reunion is soon, see you there

In This December by Prince Edward's Band

Written by Ronald Allen Bell~
Produced by G-Dawg Trading~
Taken from and modified from a poem entitled, In This December from the book, Broken Reflection by the same author. 
Lyrics:
[verse 1]In this December I will sit in thought.I'll ponder love and wander off,into a world inside my brain,where hearts may break but hide the pain. 
[verse 2]You smile and beat your knuckles on my door made out of fear. You mustn't enter in, here smiles they always turn to tears. 
[chorus 1] I pluck a string on my guitar and let it ring out.Your ears fail receive it you ignore my desperate sounds.This is how we like it, in the dark amidst the pain.where you can feel the sorrow as it drowns you in its rain. 
[solo]
[verse 3]I know you cannot see me here. Do you wonder where I am.I get no pleasure from unopened letters, I hope you understand. 
[verse 4]You say that I am different.You say that I have changed.Your tongue speaks with resentment,for your pains I am to blame.  [verse 5] Cast your ills not at me for I love you on this stage.But in the land of crooked smiles I bathe within the flames. I hate to see my beauty lost and wandering neath grey skiesThough to me it offers comfort, it will tear you up inside. 
[chorus 2] I pluck a string on my guitar and let it ring for way too long.Then I apply a melody as your eyes tear to my sad song. Trapped you feel as all my guest, with smiles so calm you're laid to rest.For in this hold so dark and cold in the dismal do we nest. Feeding on the anguish born of darkness they're obsessed.  
[verse 6]In this cold and dark December I will hurt you with goodbyes.No more false perceptions to mislead you, no more lies. My strings they are now broken, sleep forever, love, goodnight. 
[solo]

The White Swan's Lie by Kylia Allen

Written by Ronald Allen Bell~
Produced by G-Dawg Trading~
Taken from and modified from a poem entitled, The White Swan's Lie in the book, Broken Reflection by the same author~ 
Lyrics:
[verse 1]I told a lie all dressed in white.Sarah will not cry tonight.I kissed her softly, spoke of love. Sarah, she'll sleep sound.
[verse 2]She calls to me within her dream. I hear her and I hide.For I wish not to see her hurt,should she learn my love's a lie. 
[verse 3]Sarah, love come, come to me run.Run and seek yet never shall you find.For beneath these sheets, there's a secret that I keep, that speeds the beat within this broken heart of mine.
[chorus]Wonders where I wander to, why in dreams I'm not around.Sweet Sarah, that's where I hold onto, where the love I lost is found. In lucid station we will play, I'll tend your lonely, hopeless heart.when dormant do my heartache lay, to my true love I'll depart.  [solo]
[verse 1]I told a lie all dressed in white.Sarah will not cry tonight.I kissed her softly, spoke of love. Sarah, she'll sleep sound.
[verse 2]She calls to me within her dream. I hear her and I hide.For I wish not to see her hurt,should she learn my love's a lie. 
[verse 3]Sarah, love come, come to me run.Run and seek yet never shall you find.For beneath these sheets, there's a secret that I keep, that speeds the beat within this broken heart of mine.
[chorus]Wonders where I wander to, why in dreams I'm not around.Sweet Sarah, that's where I hold onto, where the love I lost is found. In lucid station we will play, I'll tend your lonely, hopeless heart.when dormant do my heartache lay, to my true love I'll depart.

Red Rover Dream Over by Ronnie Deshane

Written by Ron Allen~
Produced by G-Dawg Trading~
Lyrics taken from a poem entitled, The Desert's Son that can be found in a book called, Broken Reflection by the same author. 
The original words and meaning have been altered and formatted to fit this dream. 
Lyrics: 
[verse 1][chorus]Look into my eyes, look deep inside, what do you see.Something I must find, I lost as a child, where could it be. 
Red Rover, Red Rover, send Ronnie on overHold on, something's calling to me. It comes from the basement, mis-stepped hit my head on the pavement, for thirteen years I would wander in dreams. 
[verse 2]I took a walk to get away.Got lost in thought, I walked for days.Not a penny in my pocket or a stone of which to trade.Quenched my thirst with sips from the river, ate its fish and in it bathed. 
[verse 3] I wondered where I used to tread.As I grew tired I would forget. Stick, stones, palm leaves I would collect.Tired feet, built a nest, laid down to rest. 
[solo]
[verse 4] In dreams I saw the ones I love, they smiled and seemed elated.
At a feast they sat as their tongues spilled tatter, spirits high, while they all celebrated. They now were free from my misdeeds, the subtly applied torture that my selfish needs would bring. 
[verse 5][chorus]Look into my eyes, look deep inside. what do you see.Something I must find, I lost as a child, where could it be. 
Red Rover, Red Rover, send Ronnie on overHold on, something's calling to me. It comes from the basement, mis-stepped hit my head on the pavement, for thirteen years I would wander in dreams.
[solo]

Little Bro of Mine by Iggy Stephens

Written by Ronald Allen Bell~
Produced by G-Dawg Trading~
Original work from the book, Poems for the Ponder by the same author, slightly modified for musical production~ 
For my little brother, Mikey, Michael John Durham Bell, May 30th, 1980-August 1st, 2020~ 
Happy birthday, brother. 

The Four Unsung by Kingston's Three Sons

Written by Ronald Allen Bell~
Produced by G-Dawg Trading~ 
From the book, Poems for the Ponder~
Poem about four prisoners on death row that figure out how to make some pretty good music. There is a sequel to it where a guard falls so love with the Four Unsung, that during a flood, he risks his own life for the life of the four prisoners and their beautiful music. 
Pt: 1
Lyrics:
The girl in the cell next to mine can sing a note so very clean.A to C to E to D just like a guitars' string.I often dream about her, yes, about just every night.Due I'm sure to these here bars as she surely ain't no sight. 
The man across the way can hum,his vibrations will blow your mind.They reflect his feels so truly that in others they reside.He loves to tell us stories in the dismal cold, dark night.his words sink in deep and take the sadness from our minds. 
[chorus]If you could hear our melody your ears would be wanting more. Confinement makes for practice time, we've mastered every score. It's more than a shame no free men's ears will be swaying to our beats.Until we hang, the Four Unsung Gang,plays only for release.
The elder soul whom rarely speaks in the corner cell to which we're blind,bounces stones upon the walls of stone to which he is confined.His rhythm for an older cat, well he's doing more than fine. His percussions are most captivating for such a captive guy. 
I fancy myself a whistling lad.Never do I misplace a tweet.Make it collide with the other vibes keep rhythm with my feet. 
I write the rhymes we place in time with our smooth, methodic beats.A task I enjoy immensely as a poet's what I be. 
[chorus]If you could hear our melody your ears would be wanting more. Confinement makes for practice time, we've mastered every score. It's more than a shame no free men's ears will be swaying to our beats.Until we hang, the Four Unsung Gang,plays only for release.
 

Little Giggle Sprite by Jaire Crowley

Written by Ronald Allen Bell~
Produced by G-Dawg Trading~ 
Modified from a poem entitled, It Was a Night in the book, Poems for the Ponder by Ronald Allen Bell~