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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]

Fallen Angel (My Disease) by Ill Driven Motive

Written by Ron Allen~
Produced by G-Dawg Trading~ 
Song is a modified version of poem you can find in the book, Scattered Endz~ 
 
Lyrics: 
we all have an angel but my angel went awayshe's tried too many times and just couldn't take the pain left me buried in the tragedy the sorrow and the rainnever more a soft suggestion fore they'd all had been in vain 
My Angel's lost her wings My angel fell from high My angel couldn't help me She was cast into the fire 
My Angel now wears black they've burned off both her wingsWhen I'm shattered like glass puts me together while she sings 
It has a hold of meI am caught in the trap just like the rat that ate the cheesetook a bite when it snapped and then it broke my spine in three
Laid there for a while and then fell into a sleep where I will lay all broken downjust me and my disease 
[3-Minute Layered Synth and Keyboard Solo]
we all have an angel but my angel went awayshe's tried too many times and just couldn't take the pain left me buried in the tragedy the sorrow and the rainnever more a soft suggestion fore they'd all had been in vain 
My Angel's lost her wings My angel fell from high My angel wouldn't help me She was cast into the fire 
My Angel now wears black and they've burned off both her wingsWhen I'm shattered like glass puts me together while she sings 
[End Solo]

Cruising with my Lover by Kiley Reagan

Written by Ron Allen~
Produced by G-Dawg Trading~ 
 
Lyrics:
this highway's dark and cold
and the stars all asleep
tires roll upon the road
to their rhythm I can sleep
the window down a crack
it makes a whistling sound
I run the whole day back
no distractions to be found
cruising with my lover
there's no other that I trust
losing is no option
but if so with her I must
 
Synth Solo
 
the desert has a scent
I love it when it rains
the moon it finds a break
lights up the dry landscape
I take you for granted
I'm with you all the time
you look so enchanted
can you blame a fucking guy
cruising with my lover
there's no other that I like
we're rolling undercover
like we're on Miami Vice
the stars are coming out
the highway shows its lines
stars look like confetti
constellations be our guide

Oh, Glory by Ariel Billings

Produced by G-Dawg Trading~ 
Instrumental~ Piano~ Classical Style~ 

My Space by Prince Edward's Band

Written by Ronald Allen Bell~ 
Produced by G-Dawg Trading~ 
 
Lyrics: 
Inside my dome
my little home
I boil a pot
and write a poem
my long-lost love
is still unknown
everybody gives you strange eye
when it is you walk alone
 
within my bounds
I make my rounds
I check my list
and problems found
I'll fix the holes
and mend the grounds
every issue can be fixed
when you've got the tools around
 
We will be the ones that make
a home for all amidst this place
and lend to each a stable chore
a town of prosper none are poor
 
take a picture
light it up
post to social
special stuff
make a circle
in the sands
everybody loves you when you
rub them with your hands

California by Freelunk Meddly

Written by Ronald Allen Bell~
From the book, Scattered Endz~
Produced by G-Dawg Trading~ 

Electric Avenue by Some Day Melodies

Instrumental~
Produced by G-Dawg Trading~