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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. 
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[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.
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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~ 

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! 
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[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! 
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[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 
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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