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Keep It by Septic Frank

Written and produced by Ronald Allen Bell~ 
Produced by G-Dawg Trading~ 
Introducing our latest AI band, Septic Frank 
Lyrics:
Keep your friends close and your enemies at bay careful of the false facadesthat on their faces lay 
Everyone has a motive they just have to play these games can't just move through like the rest of us and keep it in your lane 
The right way isn't harder you just choose to act like scum you'll never get too far, your just so very fucking dumb 
The time you spend on all your schemes could be better spent on other things but you're not here to play along just a wasted sack now trotting on 
[solo]
Keep your little lies and narcissistic smile jump off a bridge and dielet us have peace just for a while 
Everyone has a story they just love to bend your ear maybe now you'd like to bore mewhile I drowned in all my tears 
The wrong way is so easy you just leave your try at home And then scam them with your cheesylike a poorly written poem 
[solo]

Fly High (The Painter) by The Ron Allen Experiment

Written and produced by Ronald Allen Bell~
Produced by G-Dawg Trading~ 
Lyrics:
Fly, fly, oh, so highlittle bird into the sky sky is blue and air is clear don't you leave the atmosphere 
fun is fun but the rules they state  don't you go to outer space no air to lift your fragile flight you'll float and freeze to you goodnight 
I watch the bird from down below and wonder all where he may gowith envy my thoughts do now stray as in my dreams with wings I play 
[solo] 
I take myself to heights unknown where air is thin and wind is thrown above the crest of the new day's sunwhere stars in space they race and run 
into and through the void between where empty space gives way to dreams my thoughts gets lost connect the things then worlds will form from nascent dreams 
and life will strive and then divide  into a many multiply and thrive with every thought sprung from me mind a new days dawns for a new mankind 
[solo]
[chorus]I am a painter and I made for you a scene a place where you can learn and grow, a place to place your dreams I really hope you like it, I gave it all my try Good luck to you and yours as you live this crazy life. 
 

Alien in Love V33 by Plastic Privates and Persephone Page

Written and produced by Ronald Allen Bell~
Produced by G-Dawg Trading~ 
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G-Dawg's Hustle Anthem by DJ-I30 and t00-smaLL

The second G-Dawg Trading song released by t00-smaLL~
Written and produced by Ron Allen, t00-smaLL and Brittany Folds~ 
Produced by G-Dawg Trading~ 

Confines of my Mind by Jon Morrison and Ron Allen

Stole this one from the Sleepy Dawg podcast. Thought you Up All Nighters may find it interesting~ 
Written and produced by Ronald Allen Bell~
Produced by G-Dawg Trading~ 
From the book, From the Confines of my Mind 2, Poems for the Ponder~ 

The Right Time by Plastic Privates

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

The People's Beat by The Complexities of Carl and Prince Edward's Band

From a poem I wrote for the book, Scattered Endz by the same title. 
Produced by Ron Allen~ 
Produced by G-Dawg Trading~
Lyrics by Ron Allen:
Trixie turner's looking through the pages of a magazine,
and sees the faces of the latest, greatest, oh, hey look at Me's.
Trixie trick get hits with a brick, whips an epiphany right from her lips,
doesn't ever quite think so quick as this, but her mind just popped,
as a thought persist.
 
Looks are a gift that when properly applied,
can uplift you from plight and send you right into the light.
These girls don't look no better than I she had decided.
She took a hit of her fix for confidence,
and down the street she glided.
With her puckered up lips and a sway in her hips,
through the fancy part of the city where exposure she would get.
 
No one noticed her gifts, if fact acted as if sick,
so she looked at her reflection on the
coffee shop on fifth.
She noticed she had been naked ever since her last trick!
What now could she do under the circumstances given?
She was frozen stiff, ashamed,
wished she could just fall down and stop living.
 
(Chorus)
And then a man who played the fiddle with a hat down by his feet cried out, Everything is fine, gurl, just cross into the beat."
 
 
Odd Levi Key-Key Doc, scoffed at all the pleasant talk.
Peck-peck pick the shit apart, electric bill my car won't start.
Ouch!
A sharp pain, that's my heart, and too much stress, I work too hard.
No love, no friends, I'll just depart.
 
Buy gun at Walmart then he'll die.
Walmart say sorry this card declined,
he freaked, got thrown on his behind.
Levi he went on his way,
"why do you hate me" to God he say.
God he don't to he reply,
so odd little Levi go to freeway to die.
 
He jumps right off the bridge and falls,
into a truck full of bouncy balls.
The truck it reached it's destination,
and stopped at the dock of a retail location,
and sadly to breaking Key-Key's poor heart,
the dock done belonged to the same Walmart!
 
Levi now decided he was too hungry to die,
and he started towards the city for a coffee and some pie.
When he finally got there, he fell to his knees and cried,
 
Then the man with the fiddle and a hat at his feet,
said, "Don't you dare fall to defeat. Feel the fresh rhythm,
and cross into the beat!"
 
Then he played his fiddle and was sounding fresh and clean.
another from the other side, played bongos like a king.
The police showed up and at first advanced- with a purpose in their step,
but when their ears became keen to the fresh scene,
they tap danced right and left!
 
Wasn't long, and everyone within 10-miles of the scene,
tapped, hummed and strummed to The People's Beat.
Cops and whores held hands and danced,
while Key-Key Doc and Sam Walton clapped.
Didn't matter who, or the condition of your mind,
everyone together, from the rhythm unified.
 
So, if you find your blue inside,
cross into the beat,
funk master,
throw your angst to tides.
Everyone on this plain is equal.
color blind these eyes.

Blood-Red Moon by Rider's Comet

A couple lines in this from a poem I wrote called, Casper you can find in the book Poems for the Ponder, otherwise all new material. 
Produced by Ron Allen~
Produced by G-Dawg Trading~
Introducing Bo Rider and Rider's Comet~ 
Lyrics: 
[Verse]
Ring around the rosy my dear friend you will be missed
The nights are cold the silence bold where your laughter once did sit
I never knew what posies were, now teary eyes hold grip
The weight of loss it bends my heart till cracks begin to split
 
[Prechorus]
Footsteps fade the streets they cry
Shadows linger where you lie
 
[Chorus]
Oh the roses fall
One by one we call
My friend my light you’re gone too soon
Underneath this blood-red moon
 
[Verse 2]
We used to dream on cornerstones with futures in our hands
Now echoes of your name remain in this fractured land
The whispers scream like sirens in a world that’s lost its plan
The scars they burn the lessons learned I’ll never understand
 
[Prechorus]
The clock ticks loud but time won’t heal
The wound too deep too sharp to feel
 
[Chorus]
Oh the roses fall
One by one we call
My friend my light you’re gone too soon
Underneath this blood-red moon

Get a Grip by Yuh Fool

Produced by G-Dawg Trading~ 
Produced by Ron Allen~
Lyrics from a poem entitled, Within a Daydream (modified and shortened from its original version) you can find in the book, Scattered Endz, From the Confines of my Mind 2 by Ronald Allen Bell: 
Who is this that has demanded from the roomthat every eye turn her way and every nose smell her perfume
All done with no vanity appliedsmooth step groove as she glides right bylook of fervor in her eyes
she wanders naive to what she hasthe man inside wants to take itbut the man can't give it back 
Innocent and sweet things you must treat with gentle tact 
I am one with surety on his chin but I question an advancea saw a vision blurry but again I will always take the chance 
If she should shun me I would die  but then I'd rise for a second try an image from the gods on high walking by from out my mind 
She is a red rose dipped in honeythat a thousand angels kissed I am just another fool with a chalk-full bucket list 
Who is this that thinks like this Feel free to leave my mind, you prick! You coward, little, chicken-shit! please cease, do not persist 
go up to her and get a grip and take a kiss from off her lips she'll be shocked then bear your kids or maybe slap your face to shit 

Christmas Day by Southern Scouts

Produced by G-Dawg Trading~
Produced by Ron Allen~
Lyrics by Ron Allen: 
fold your arms and pray listen to the angels sing on this night that Christ was born on this day we hailed our king 
rode the wisemen to the manger followed the star the Lord shown bright  men of faith a mass of strangerssentry to our king tonight 
bow your heads upon your knees receive the gifts the three shall bring your savior sleeps upon the hay glory to God, it's Christmas Day 
He wore the crown upon his head and on the cross he laid for man he felt the pain and bled until our debt was paid 
He rose to show the world his truth His gift to man through God the proof Now once a year we wake to say, Glory to God, it's Christmas Day  
bow your heads upon your knees receive the gifts the three shall bring your savior sleeps upon the hay glory to God, it's Christmas Day