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Easy Hearts by Grammar Jammer

Written by Ronald Allen Bell~
Produced by G-Dawg Trading~ 
Formatted to fit this dream by Purple Dawg Studios, Lucksville~ 

Stirring Regrets by Bucket of Sluts

Written by Ronald Allen Bell~
Produced by G-Dawg Trading~ 
Formatted for most ears at low altitude only. At higher altitudes, increase the bass and slightly lower the treble to avoid your head exploding. 
Lyrics: 
[verse 1] silence is golden and your aura grey the grudge I'm holdenwill never go away you say that you're trueand never tell a lieyou must think I'm a fool you do it every night 
[verse 2] Love you when you're silentreading sipping tea there's hope amidst the quiet for mankind to still find peace I made you a little toy boredom strikes and it deploys it entertains the wilder minds with fascinating new designs 
[chorustake a stance and hold your ground don't mince your words and mess around this place is like a stop between the startup test and ending scene I'd like to make to you a truce call off my sentry, white flags loose we both agree to seal our lips until we're packed for final trips 
[verse 3] silence is sadness and you're aura gone I hope all that passed somewhere lives on They said that you loved me I know it was true In heaven if you find meI'll spend some time with you 
[verse 4]Love you when excited eating something sweet something definitely I did not think I'd ever see I'll see you in the morning when it is that I awake hope you said your prayersthe one with will my soul you take 
[chorus] take a trip and run a muck don't sit and spit this yucky stuff live your life without regrets say nice things and clone your pets I'd like to make for me a noose and tie it right but also loose if the trapdoor should it trip forever I will shut my lips 

About Nothing by Ronnie Deshane

Written by Ronald Allen Bell~
Produced by G-Dawg Trading~
Formatted for Sativa and Indica users~
Use only as directed~ 
Lyrics:
I ain't got nothing nice to say (he doesn't want to play today)
can't even write a fucking song(he's tried and tried for far too long)
I bet if he just didn't try (the words would blend and verses fly) 
man knows his worth when he gets stuck(ain't worth a turd not 2 damn bucks) 
thought I held the world in the palm of my hands fate can shift quick when you make the grander plans Glad I got to taste of the many joys and strifebefore the fates cut their strings and I say goodbye to life 
got no regrets but did repent (time with the lord is time well spent) 
can't even see to read the rest (old man needs a vision test) 
I bet if I just squint my eyes (the words they all would magnify)
man knows his worth when problems solved (I think I'm needed after all) 
careful of the things that trek these desert lands swiftly you'll get picked right from underneath the sand glad I got to see it in a movie long ago kevin bacon starred and giant worms were grabbing from below 

Freakin' Out USA by I-Spaz 2

Written by Ronald Allen Bell~
Formatted for your ear holes by the good ole folks at G-Dawg Trading~ 
Produced by G-Dawg Trading~ 

little nothings by I-Spaz 2

Written by Ronald Allen Bell~
Produced by G-Dawg Trading~ 
Go and live your life.
While listening to G-Dawg radio~ 
 

End in Time by Ben Reddish and DJI-3O

Written by Ronald Allen Bell~
Produced by G-Dawg Trading~ 
Original piece can be found in the book, Scattered Endz by the same author. Available on Amazon in paperback~ 
Modified to fit this dream~ 
Song contains scenes of Space Death and is thereby rated SD by the G-Dawg Trading Center of Ratings, Warnings and Other Bad Stuff~ 
Song also qualifies as ASMR in 10 of the 50 states~ 

Give Me Back My Rib by Prince Edward's Band

Written by Ronald Allen Bell~
Produced by G-Dawg Trading~
Original work from the book, Poems for the Ponder by the same author~
Lyrics:
God, give me back my rib, of this I beg you please. This thing that you have made of it will be the end of me. 
I cannot sleep-it always speaks-from me attention-always seeks-it giggles mad-and then it cries-ask my take-then claims I lie-
What's even worse, dear Lord,set agony aside.in times I'm absent motley haired pest,it stays inside my mind!Urges I do not comprehend,which I'd prefer not be latent.To it I loathe it pulls in me,something that most desires this thing.
Lord, again, I beg, I plead! give back my rib and take it, PLEASE! 
God, give me back my rib, of this I beg you please. This thing that you have made of it will be the end of me. 
I cannot sleep-it always speaks-from me attention-always seeks-it giggles mad-and then it cries-ask my take-then claims I lie-
What's even worse, dear Lord,set agony aside.in times I'm absent motley haired pest,it stays inside my mind!Urges I do not comprehend,which I'd prefer not be latent.To it I loathe it pulls in me,something that most desires this thing.
Lord, again, I beg, I plead! give back my rib and take it, PLEASE! 

In Vicious Circles by Persephone Page

Written by Ronald Allen Bell~
Produced by G-Dawg Trading~ 
Original works from the book, Deep. Available on Amazon/Paperback~ 

The Three's Code by Lunch in Iraq

Produced by G-Dawg Trading~
Is a secret code from the heavens being sent to earth to start Revelations? Three wise men the harbingers of this most important moment in the biblical timeline. According to this song, it is. And that sounds totally badass if you ask us. Listen! 

If I Could Write It by I-Spaz 2

Written by Ronald Allen Bell~
Produced by G-Dawg Trading~ 
Lyrics: 
If I could write me a loverone with all the things I likeI'd stay up late and wonder will she ever come to life 
Make her wise like Moses waswith eyes that glow so bluehair as red as sunset cause it warns the lessor fool 
If I could sculpt a beauty just like good ole God aboveI'd hold her like a treasure but release her out of love She'd always claim to love me hold forever in her heart but now she must let go as to the world she must depart 
If I could write my storymake up all the twist and turnsI'd see myself to glory as the Devil starts to burn 
we'd meet upon the hill and fight for but a tick  then the evil I would kill with some muscle and some tricks 
If I could pen a classic born from all I have withinI'd sell a million copies to a crowd of eager menI'd be on the best sellers list and known as one renowned Should you ever need to find me I will easily be found 
If I scribe a melody that's pleasing to your ear would you commit a felony just so you could always hear 
I'd bail you out and buy some gumwe'd chew it up and then could runto Canada or down below where bottled coke is still a go 
If I could make a hit just like Elton fucking John I'd have badass bitches hanging on me all day long I'd be on the top 10 for about a month or two then write one again when the mortgage payment's due