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Confines Of My Mind by Kingston's Three Sons

Written by Ron Allen, mon. 
Produced by G-Dawg Trading, mon. 
 
Lyrics, mon: 
[verse 1]Take away my pen and paper, monTake the table on which it resides Put me in a cell, no contact of any kindBut I'll still have my mind, mon 
[verse 2]Burn down the forest greenBlacken the earth and dry the seas 
Rape mother nature of majestic findsTake my eyes from all her pleasuresIn my dreams her greens still thrive 
[chorus]In my thoughts I spend my time It's here within I can rewind Reflect again on lessons learnedOf those once lost, here they're returned! 
[solo]
[verse 3]A favorite songA tree once climbed my first real kissA pet I miss Through mental magic, moncan all again now liveAs in mind they meet againwithin my dreamer's bliss 
[verse 4]Tell me I speak strangely, garl after your needs are satisfied Silence my poor lips,then to my thoughts I'll run and hide 
[chorus]In my thoughts I spend my time It's here within I can rewind Reflect again on lessons learnedOf those once lost, here they're returned! 
[solo]
[verse 5] If ever my love stray, mon in another one confideI'll still hold her tiny hand forever her I'll always findLaying in my thoughtseyes lost deep in minewithin the confines of my mind

Immigration Song by Ben Reddish

Written by Ron Allen~ 
Produced by G-Dawg Trading~
This song makes no political statement and is neither for or against immigration. It's just a song. The immigrator insinuated in the song now lives in the U.S. and is a dual citizen of the U.S. and U.K. 
 
Lyrics: 
[Verse]I am just now moving here have no visa but no fear used to have an Uncle Sam got that going for me, lad 
[Verse 2]Got no map to guide me throughLost but feeling something newStreetlights shine a welcome glareIn this city no one cares
[Chorus]Moving fast and breaking freeFinding paths I didn't seeLife is spinning like a wheelIn this chaos I feel real
[Verse 3]Wander alleys late at nightUnder stars that shine so brightGot no plan but that’s alrightIn the dark I find my light
[Bridge]Every risk is worth the leapIn my heart these dreams I keepLife’s a dance and I’m on beatNew adventures under feet
[Chorus]Moving fast and breaking freeFinding paths I didn't seeLife is spinning like a wheelIn this chaos I feel real
coming for me I must runno more crossing time is done Uncle Sam is just no fun onto the boat I float my bum 
back to long and living queensteacups biscuits crooked teeth swimming straights and knighting starsfluffy royal fancy cars 
see you later in my dreams flashbacks can be trippy thingsboats are worse than crowded bus free rides always seem so tough

The Fiddler's Green by The Little Sippers

Written by Ronald Allen Bell~
Poetry from the book, Scattered Endz~
 
Lyrics:
We smiled at the same time.It was to the same song.I was in a new city,felt that I did not belong.I gazed upon the others there,as to mimic, to fit in,in that moment, I had lost her stare,She sought after rarer men.
Now alone, still at the show,one which should see me elated, sees me slip and slide with my beer in hand all wet and humiliated.But it woke me up and reminded me,that fitting in is not the style I bring,I jumped right up, had a puff of green,took it right from the man standing next,and he, let out a forebode, tenacious scream!said, "It's steep here friend but the sound is clean."Yes, I said, I must agree, and we laughed,then the girl came back and she,brought a glow and a beer, kissed me on the cheek.From below I could hear Mr. Kiedis scream.
Then the Peppers popped some rock,and it was time to let our bodies talk.She took off her top, and asked,is that all that you've got?I removed my shirt and said, now angel I think not.Just watch me-Drop the damn robot, it not the same you've been taught,if they know I've shown you I'll get shot!
Little miss Mile High, Green Puffin' Smile Child.Caught in a dream, as the Peppers played,it was soul to squeeze, to which they'd serenade and-
Chorus:Venice Queen was dropped, and we, locked eyes and then got lost, indeed, we saw each other's vibe, and freed, the other's child inside, as we,collide here at the Fiddler's Green.

Seems Like Love by The Little Sippers

Written by Ron Allen~
Produced by G-Dawg Trading~
 
Lyrics:
I don't want to hurt you, babyI just want to live take a night out dancing, maybe think that you can dig? Try a little dust now, sugartake a little flight Come along with us now, loverfade into the night 
All the traffic blends in colors filled with vibrant life Take a hold of one another we're going for a ride
I don't want to break you, babyI just want to say you seem like my kind of crazylet us spend the day Try a little look now, honeypaint a little on come and write down by the river make for us a song 
[solo}
moonlight ripples on the river fireflies dance aroundsqueeze now tightly to your lover perfect bliss is found
I don't want to love you, maybe I just want to playyou seem like my kind of ladylet us find a way Try a little sip now, shadymake my freaking daycome and take on my test, pennymake for us a song let colors fly and all 
moonlight ripples on the river fireflies dance aroundsqueeze now tightly to your lover perfect bliss is found

Best Friends by Sarah Carlile

Written by Ron Allen and Sarah Carlile~ 
Produced by G-Dawg Trading~
 
Salt and Caramel, Fire PawsGorilla Face and Panda claws In my keep they all feel safe we eat we sleep we hunt and play 
bite the hand that feeds you make a fearsome growl no other creature needs you like your little bestest pals 
Salt and Caramel, Fire PawsGorilla Face and Panda claws In my keep they don't feel stray we eat we sleep we hunt and play 
make a face to get me sad  to get your way with dumb ole dad pouty little puppy eyes get the leash it's strolling time 
Salt and Caramel, Fire PawsGorilla Face and Panda claws In my keep they stand on guard won't let the strangers get too far 
bite the hand that feeds you make a fearsome growl no other creature needs you like your little bestest pals 
 

Modern Worship by Everyone's Favorite Bassist

Written by Ronald Allen Bell~
Produced by G-Dawg Trading~ 
 
Lyrics: 
[verse1]nothing here to worshipnothing here to see no man with teary eyes no one on bended knee 
[verse 2]tragic that you love hertragedy it's suits those that rise up from it into something fresh and new
[bridge]I will not go with you I follow no man here My plight I give unto youso another may they fear
[chorus]Hope it all is making sense common stock, electric fence vice versa, purse for winning bets the sad man never seems to sweat 
[verse3]hollow be thy name and on earth as it is abovesome people will believethey just need a little shove 
[verse 4]Peppercorn and poppycock I had it made then dropped the stock I took the path more traveled trueand through it I'd be chewed and spewed 
[bridge]just hold tight and wait a tickdon't be that guy that blows their lidone day you'll be made of dough and rolling like a fancy hoe 
[chorus]Hope it all is making sense common stock, electric fence vice versa, purse for winning bets the sad man never seems to sweat
 

Molly Gone Mental by Ill Driven Motive

From the poem, Fraudulent in the book, Deep by Ronald Allen Bell~
Formatted for your ear holes by Ron Allen~
Produced by G-Dawg Trading~
 
From the Molly Mental Family of poems and the story part of a pulp-fiction novella in progress entitled, Molly Mental 
 
Lyrics: 
[Verse 1]Holy water will not worknor crosses blessed on sacred earth God nor the devil do desireto your soul keep or cast to fire 
[Verse 2] Never have I seen the same seen any other soul to stray the way you step you only gaina false perception quick to fade
[Bridge]Why are you taking pics and etching times for all I doCalling on the ones I love with these whispers so untrueIs it all from arguments, all done just out of spitethat you rip and claw away at me and turn others from my side 
[Chorus]peek-a-boo I see you creep Tired of all your hide and seek smiles paint your lame facadeyou play your games and act like godAll is fair for vicious ones when others dare give back the tongue The consequences matter none The witch will sleep when she has won
[Verse 3]Polly wants a cracker Polly wants no more of pain Polly pleads to master, master, free me from this game "Polly" says the master, holds back laughter from his lips, The cage is where I'll keep you, till you learn who master is 
[Verse 4]Blasphemy done cracked the whipto silence this, the devil's lipthe child sometimes fails pull a switch Surprises light the pilot quickThe mind is hurt more than the skinthe blind aggressor counts the sinson his paper marks the lineswhen come the dark within that guides
Hollow be thy name, you've been condemned now for your sinsShallow is the grave I dig to drop the evil in Knowledge comes to sinners when they feast upon the fruit Demons lick their fingers for your soul they've long pursued 
[Synth Solo]

Made by Marco Cabalero

Written by Ronald Allen Bell for the book, Poems for the Ponder, Amazon 2015~
Produced by G-Dawg Trading~
Reformatted from poem to song by Ron Allen~
 
Lyrics:
[Verse 1}The light of the moon is stayed by the thick and married pinesStrings of light sneak through the breaks and create strings of muted whiteAt the ground their end is found, they offer subtle aidMy eyes now find her with the soft light shown on nature's stage[Spoken man's voice]"What again exactly, did you say as you passed brashly?"[Spoken woman's voice"Do you wanna ditch these fools, come and play and do the nasty?"
[Verse 2]Never before had I seen eyes so unique they hypnotized meWith a smile a mile wide you took my hand and now we're dancing
[Verse 3/Bridge]Just what was it again my Queen, that brought us to this dim-lit sceneLost my recollection between your moon-lit chest and kissing me[Spoken man's voice]"Should I, could I know your name?"[Spoken Woman's voice]"No, that's just a word we say'"you run your tongue way too much, take meRemember that I made the you that you'll be."
[Keyboard solo]
[Chorus]The wind so cool rolls over my skinIn my mind I rewind a thousand times and play againeven though she's gone, in my heart she will remainI will stay in ponder and get lost at times for days I lay alone content, this boy, has now a man been made
[Synth solo]

Bad Dream Bop by Emily Fields

Written by Ron Allen~
Produced by G-Dawg Trading~ 
Modified from a poem in Poems for the Ponder by Ronald Allen Bell~
Lyrics: 
I slept with the words you left meHad bad dreams all through the nightThe world sought out to hurt meas with you they had aligned 
They took your rant, although untruethen filled with rage from baseless viewsAll two-faced, one came ungluedThey screamed and cried; they all were you 
the looks upon their faces were the same as the next as they dug in and took up root so deep within my nest 
[Synth Solo} 
Behind your eyes I could still see the tracesBlinded by the lies as I traverse the sea of faces 
I am not sad, I'm not the things you sayI never get mad, unless I'm drinking on that day 
behind your mask you finally find, a place where you and truth can hide and dance about absent gentle grace in every mouth a rotten taste 
[Keyboard Solo]
They took your rant, although untruethen filled with rage from baseless viewsAll two-faced, one came ungluedThey screamed and cried; they all were you 
Mutilator, God I hate her use her once and see you later always making people itch little bitter tricky bitch 
Loves herself and all despiteno qualities that you can like making new friends every daydrains them then she's on her way 
Mutilator, God I hate her take her by the hair and spank her always making people sick little bitter tricky bitch
 

Notta, Babe by Tracy Mors

Written by Ron Allen~
Produced by G-Dawg Trading~ 
 
Lyrics: 
hooked like a fishsnug in my lip reel, pull and tug grip line and whip 
nothing comes from something and something always wasnothing comes from nothing turns to something just because I will take in all your love and hug you all the timehugging turns to rubbing, rub me baby feels so right 
[synth solo]
hooked like a fiendtrapped in this maze drop all your stash or get lost for days 
nothing comes from something and something always wasnothing comes from nothing turns to something just because I will take in all your love and hug you all the timehugs and rubs feel good when you can get them all the time 
make a new friendsit, spit and chat talk till you dieabout this and that 
Electric transcendental motions carry too much heat put your lead vest and goggles on, get ready to competeNothing comes from nothing but the something we all see Something should be done about this strange reality 
[keyboard solo]