G-Dawg Radio

Today's Best Variety. G-Dawg Radio is a podcast library of music featuring every genre from folk to trance. Songs are all written and produced by Ronald Allen Bell and played by AI. All material is copywritten ©️Ronald Allen Bell, AKA Ron Allen, G-Dawg Trading. All personas are creations of Ronald Allen Bell. Enjoy. 

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Episodes

Monday Mar 10, 2025

Produced by G-Dawg Trading~ 

Cyber 54 by Dance Mechanism

Monday Mar 10, 2025

Monday Mar 10, 2025

Produced by G-Dawg Trading~ 

Monday Mar 10, 2025

Written by Andrew Ingram and Ron Allen~ 
Produced by G-Dawg Trading~ 

Sunday Mar 09, 2025

Written by Ron Allen and Andrew Ingram~
Produced by G-Dawg Trading~ 
 
Lyrics: 
smoke and watch a showthink and fall to sleep sink into my bed then through the floor I sink
float down to the groundlittle portal foundgravity and sound frequency of 3 around 
take a sip and pass the cupfrom world to world, we fill it up and shed our skins out into space where they will land another place Then take to make a species spanUniversal farmers can seed the life all over man 
wake and mouth is dry dogs are stretching out ancient aliens is on terraforming talk abound 
float to the kitchen little sandwich round mayonnaise and chips cure for hunger found 
Hit the pen and plan your daycoffee cake and medicate message all your little budsmake connections have some fun it's needed if a species thrives to put excitement in your eyes 

Perhaps by Brittany Folds

Saturday Mar 08, 2025

Saturday Mar 08, 2025

Written by Ron Allen and Brittany Folds~ 
Produced by G-Dawg Trading~ 

Saturday Mar 08, 2025

Written by Ronal Allen and Andrew Ingram~
Produced by G-Dawg Trading~ 
 
Our 100th upload! 
We hope you're enjoying G-Dawg Radio, and thank you so much for listening :) 

Thursday Mar 06, 2025

Written by Ron Allen~
Produced by G-Dawg Trading~ 

G-Dawg Mu-Fuggin' Radio

Thursday Mar 06, 2025

Thursday Mar 06, 2025

Critics are saying that this entry is likely the best entry ever of anything ever made. It was said, then they fled and hid to never be seen again because they don't want to hear anything else ever again because it was that good. 

Thursday Mar 06, 2025

Written by Ron Allen~
Produced by G-Dawg Trading~ 
 
Lyrics:
cross walk woman crossed in front of my eyes lost balked missed the light angry folks behind 
she looked into me as she passed and sent a message to me cast said, love you babe but it won't lastshe's just a fancy little lass 
Bet she'd love me sonever let me go I would always aimto please my little dame 
But I'm just a popper my car isn't even clean it's an older Ploppermade in two-thousand fifteen 
Cross walk woman knocked on my cottage doorscared me just a bit dropped my pipe upon the floor 
Women who just show up need to happen way- way more Hop, hop, hot, oh, no, let's go, now a fire starts to roar 
cross walk woman crossed in front of my eyes lost balked missed the light angry folks behind 
she looked into me as she passed and sent a message to me cast said, love you babe but it won't lastshe's just a fancy little lass 
But I'm just a dreamer my mind always drifts astray Women who just pop in should just drop on down and stay 
Bet she'd love me sonever let me go I would always aimto please my little dame

Thursday Mar 06, 2025

From the books, Rhymes from Outer Minds and Broken Reflection~
Produced by G-Dawg Trading~ 
 
Lyrics:
A plastic tragedy is what he called the earth when he- came to visit in my dreams and- weave for me a dismal scene 
We dropped down from where I sleptdown and around and found a trenchwith a little bit of water leftand a single fish but the fish was dead 
He wrapped the future round me like a blanket tightly and visions real in space time futures would consume my view and take root inside me 
Jesus kissed the feet of the prostitute, he, spoke of equality in men and they sent one for to kill him so he be not heard again 
They said it was the Romanssaid they killed the son of GodStill he left for us a messageone the people carry on 
Lincoln spoke to hate in its face in a place not too forgiving of a man with his taste spoke of equality in menAnd they sent one for to kill himso he be not heard again 
I wandered lost and entertainedA woman there out on the rangeshe held the last drop of water and I asked herplease for a drink and she said youburnt the fucking earth and now were all out on the brink 
We dropped down from where I sleptdown and around and found a trenchwith a little bit of water leftand a single fish but the fish was dead 

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