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Words that Hurt by Saddle Up

Written by Dan Ironside and Ron Allen~
Produced by G-Dawg Trading~ 
 

Midnight Whispers by Take My Wheel

Written by Andy Ingram and Alana Kim~
Produced by G-Dawg Trading~ 

Orange Umbrella by Alana Kim

Produced by Ron Allen~
Written by Alana Kim and Ron Allen~ 
 

Thailand 85' by Andy Ingram and Ron Allen

Produced by Ron Allen and G-Dawg Trading~
 

Lovesick by Marco Cabalero

Written by Ronald Allen Bell~
Produced by G-Dawg Trading~ 

Reef Weaver by Take My Wheel

From the poetry of Ronald Allen Bell~
Produced by G-Dawg Trading~ 

Leaving the Nest by Amanda Reads

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

Remix 84' by Retro Station Video

Produced by G-Dawg Trading~
Mixed by Ron Allen~ 
Lyrics by Ron Allen and Lisa Campbell of Retro Station Video~ 

Beginnings by Amanda Smart

Produced by G-Dawg Trading~ 
May contain hidden promo code from G-Dawg herself! 
Code valid only to giveaway date 3-1-2025 @ 9pm EST~ 

Liar by Kiley Reagan

Written by Ronald Allen Bell~
From the book, Poems for the Ponder~
Produced by G-Dawg Trading~ 
 
Full lyrics: 
Your lips are laden with lines all of which are lain and unwantedrehearsed blurbs serve your false claim of respect attained, and you flaunt it I wish to expel your fake vibrations from my ears, which now are haunted
Will tonight you sleep sound, content, lost in deep sleepBound in false colors which act as sentry to your deceitWalk a mile in someone's else's shoes if you aim to judge them.I'd rather be torn apart piece by piece by a chipper machine than share a scene with this vile, prevaricating varmint 
I am able minded, armed with a keen judicious tact, in fact, your assumption that I believe your misleading, spit laden rants, more than takes me backIn fact, If I were to take this fork and with grace lend it to your brain I'm sure before you'd pass awayyou'd proclaim to feel no pain 
Fail did I to properly deducewhat it is you hope to gainfool who's blind to his own folliesdisrespect all you attainIs it the lies I more despise, or your oblivious inclination If agnostic minds one day yield a god, he'll get one slap for your creation 
Tell me more of your deep heart to heart with all our nation's best for the women hear I'll stomach the beguile you now project hope they find as I for you to be most mendacious in your step and perhaps save us some precious moonlight, not making me waste precious breath 
Is it a defense you enact to shield yourself from contumacious childhood neglect Hard work and pride, through effort applied, serve well if my mind recollectsWords meant to lead you true will not computeyou only hear your own ignoble soundWith every breath, this practiced jest, contains no truths that can be found
If I poked you with my pinky, you may lose your feet and hit the ground Your balance due to your big noggin will most likely not prove sound very heavy be the heads of fools that bare fallacious crowns 
give me just one wish and I would surely gather each and every liar put them in a warehouse, strike the match and light the fire