G-Dawg Radio

Last Place Still Laughing (If You Ain't First) by James Redwood

Written and produced by Ronald Allen Bell and G-Dawg Trading~
[Verse 1]
Got duct tape numbers on my old brown Ford
Cracked windshield
Dream runnin' wide
Gas light blinkin'
Prayer on the dash
Granddad's lucky cap pulled down in my eyes
Green flag drops
We all stomp down
Red clay storm in my face
I ain't got sponsors
I just got grit
And a cooler waitin' back at my place
 
[Chorus]
If you ain't first
You sure is last
But ain't this dang racin' still sure a blast
Fans on their feet
Hearts beatin' fast
Mud on my boots and smoke on the glass
If you ain't first
You sure is last
But ain't this dang racin' still sure a blast
Might not get paid
But I still go fast
Laughin' in the dust while the big dogs pass (oh yeah)
 
[Verse 2]
That high-rollin' hotshot's ridin' up front
Chrome so clean it shines in the sun
Me
I'm slidin' through every turn
Holdin' this wheel like it's all I got left
Hear my mama holler from the old wood stands
"Boy
Keep it straight
Bring it home in one piece"
I ain't countin' trophies
I'm countin' laps
Chasin' that grin I get when they wave that sheet
 
[Chorus]
If you ain't first
You sure is last
But ain't this dang racin' still sure a blast
Fans on their feet
Hearts beatin' fast
Mud on my boots and smoke on the glass
If you ain't first
You sure is last
But ain't this dang racin' still sure a blast
Might not get paid
But I still go fast
Laughin' in the dust while the big dogs pass
 
[Bridge]
One day I might cross that line
Headlights first in the checkered shine
Till then I'll take my place in the pack
Grinnin' ear to ear in the back (hey!)
 
[Chorus]
If you ain't first
You sure is last
But ain't this dang racin' still sure a blast
Fans on their feet
Hearts beatin' fast
Mud on my boots and smoke on the glass
If you ain't first
You sure is last
But ain't this dang racin' still sure a blast
Bring on the turns
Let the gas burn past
Last place hero with a heart full of gas

Goodbye, Johnny Goodbye by Daisy Futures

Written and produced by Ronald Allen Bell and G-Dawg Trading~ 
Goodbye, Johnny goodbyeanother one bites it send him up into the sky 
we'll all be left to wonder never know the reason why Goodbye, Johnny goodbye 
I came into this world with wide open eyes and to the world I smiled 
I came into this worldand grew to live a life goodbye, Johnny goodbye 
The first thing I would see was my mother's eyes the second thing I'd seewas Johnny he would die Goodbye, Johnny goodbye 
(synth solo)
I would like to think he lived a filling life he loved to play a tune he had a loving wife goodbye, Johnny goodbye 
does he lay in fields of strawberrywriting rhymes and smoking herbs is he cruising in his submarine through gardens made of words 
will he send communications from the world that lays beyond cosmic salutations from a winding road so long 
Goodbye, Johnny goodbyeJohnny can't play today Johnny he has died 
No one did all they could... no one was wiser all the while... goodbye, Johnny goodbye... 
(solo)

The Silent Earth by Eddie Smokes

[Verse 1]
In the hush where the rivers once whispered their names,
now black oil weeps slow through their porcelain veins.
The willows hang heavy with a chemical rain,
and the meadows lie gasping in a gray, endless pain.
No lark lifts its voice to the pale morning sky—
only the factories sigh their mechanical lie.
The earth turns her face from the sun’s weary gold,
a mother grown weary of the children she’s told.[Chorus]
Oh, the silent earth, my old friend,
you’ve carried our sins till your bones start to bend.
We poisoned your blood with our smoke and our greed,
now your heartbeat grows faint where the wild things once breathed.
Silent earth… silent earth…
the last song you sing is the sound of our leaving.[Verse 2]
The oceans wear necklaces of plastic and bone,
their blue eyes gone milky, their coral turned stone.
The forests stand skeletal, stripped to the core,
their green lungs collapsing on a chemical floor.
The deer walk in circles where the grass used to shine,
their tongues thick with metal, their eyes full of brine.
We built towers of profit on the grave of the bloom—
now the wind only carries the smell of our tomb.[Bridge – softer, almost spoken over single guitar notes]
And the children will ask what the blue sky once was,
what the fish in the stream ever were.
We will answer with silence, with ash in our palms,
and the weight of the world that we murdered for alms.[Verse 3 – voices swell in tight harmony, guitar tremolo]
So lay down your banners, your engines, your pride—
the planet is closing her beautiful eyes.
No trumpet, no mourner, no prayer will be heard,
just the slow, final sigh of a wounded bird.
The hills wear their scars like a crown made of rust,
and the last flower wilts in a blanket of dust.
We cried for tomorrow while we buried today—
now the earth slips away… slips away.[Final Chorus – voices thin and fragile, guitar slowing to a stop]
Oh, the silent earth, my old friend,
your heartbeat grows still where the rivers once ran.
We poisoned your veins and we shattered your skin—
now the only sound left is the end coming in.
Silent earth… silent earth…
sleep soft in the dark we have made you within.[Outro – single guitar arpeggio fading into nothing, last whisper]
Sleep soft…
the world is already gone.

The Boy Who Cried War by Killer's Spree

[Intro – atmospheric clean guitar, slow arpeggios, heavy reverb]Em C G D (x2, let it ring like distant thunder)[Verse 1 – palm-muted low distortion, brooding and intimate]Em         BmIn the cradle of hills where the sheep once dreamed soft,C         Ama boy with a throat full of ravens stood aloft.Em         Bm“Wolf!” he howled to the sky, a silver lie spun,C         Amand the village rose trembling, pitchforks toward the sun.[Pre-Chorus – rising tension, clean to light crunch]G         DNo shadow stirred, no fang kissed the fold—Em         Conly his laughter, bright as fresh-spilled gold.[Chorus – full band explosion, soaring emo vocals, big open chords]G     D     Em   CWolf… wolf… the boy who cried war,G     D     Em   Cyour voice is the thunder that hollows the shore.G     D     Em   CThe sheep learn the silence that follows the roar,G     D     Em   Cand the real beast waits where the dead keep score.G D Em CWolf… wolf… the boy who cried war…[Verse 2 – heavier distortion, marching feel]Em         BmHe grew into iron, a general in gray,C         Amhis tongue now a banner that swallowed the day.Em         Bm“Wolf at the border!” he thundered again,C         Amand the sons of the village marched into the rain.[Chorus – even bigger, layered harmonies, let the emotion bleed](Repeat chorus structure above)
(Guitar Solo – right in the middle, slow and tormented, 16 bars of pure dirge agonyEm C G D x3, then resolve on EmWailing, melodic lead: long, weeping bends, whammy-bar dives, feedback swells, and mournful vibrato that feels like it’s crying for every lie ever told. Starts clean and haunted, then explodes into heavy, screaming distortion—pure emo catharsis over the battlefield of dead trust.)
[Bridge – half-time crush, raw spoken-to-scream delivery, crushing palm mutes]Em         BmO torment, sweet sister, you walk in their skin—C         Amthe ones who believed till belief became sin.G         DEach cry was a nail in the palms of the meek,Em         Ceach silence a noose that the living still seek.Em         BmThe wolf does not leave; it simply grows vast,C         Ama shadow that feeds on the trust we outlast.[Final Chorus – massive, full-band detonation, screamed and harmonized]G     D     Em   CWolf… wolf… the boy who cried war…G     D     Em   Cthe hills are a graveyard, the sky is a scar.G     D     Em   CNo voices will answer, no lanterns, no star—G     D     Em   Conly the howl that we birthed from afar.G D Em C (let it ring and fade into feedback)Wolf… wolf… the boy who cried war…[Outro – slowing to a crawl, clean guitar returns, almost whispered]Em C G D (fade out with lingering reverb)Sleep… little shepherd…Em         CThe flock… is already gone…

Instrumental- Goodbye My Friends (Ascend to the Heavens) by The Allen Orsly Orchestral Society

Produced by Ronald Bell and G-Dawg Trading~ 

Instrumental- Midnight High by Iams Keymaster

Produced by Ronald Allen Bell and G-Dawg Trading~

Instrumental- Moonhopper Motion Picture Soundtrack, The New Mission

Produced by Ronald Allen Bell and G-Dawg Trading for Moonhopper~ 
Composed by Erica Brolyn~ 

In Vicious Circles by Kiley Reagan

This is the second song version of this poem I wrote for my book, Deep back in 2019 by the same title. 
The first one was a hip/hop version by Persephone Page. 
I will include notes and some of the instructions along with the lyrics~
Verse 1
(soft, whispered vocals + distant reversed piano)Am                  FIn light of all I’ve come to knowDm                  EmI now know all too muchAm                  FIn darkness pondered all aloneDm                  EmYet light I’m yet to touch  Verse 2Am                  FThe whispers heard I did concludeDm                  EmWere those they spoke in vainAm                  FFor profit and for prosperDm                  EmDid the masses play this game  Pre-Chorus (building tension, rising filter sweep)Am                  FWhere are the ones that held me high?Dm                  EmTake your five minutes, then forget that I’m aliveAm                  FI wrote for you a quote or twoDm                  EmI thought we shared… then I…  Chorus (full drums drop, heavy sidechain)Am          F          Dm         EmIs it all a game to you? Do you sit and spit, collectAm          F          Dm         EmThe secrets of the shy, the few, that in truth do reflectAm          F          Dm         EmLike the mirror on the wall which shows the fairest of the vainAm          F          Dm         EmWho be consumed so by their falsities that truth know not their name  
[SYNTH SOLO – MIDWAY POINT]Bridge (half-time feel, almost spoken)Am                  FThe end is a song for the deadDm                  EmThat speaks only from the stoneAm                  FLike a ghost wrapped up in quotesDm                  EmWe’ve etched on markers that bemoan  Am                  FThe life they’ve lived and things they’ve learnedDm                  EmOnce hoped to see us throughAm                  FThese things which bring us plightDm                  EmShould serve uplift should we ensue…  Final Chorus (double length – bigger, layered harmonies)Am          F          Dm         EmIn vicious circles do we spinAm          F          Dm         EmIn ignorance we dieAm          F          Dm         EmPernicious lips the path they lendAm          F          Dm         EmServe send our search awry  Am          F          Dm         EmIn vicious circles we existAm          F          Dm         EmFor to feed the beast that’s spawnedAm          F          Dm         EmFor beast be all the reasonAm          F          Dm         EmWe might need for to abscond  Am          F          Dm         EmIn vicious circles time does stopAm          F          Dm         EmWe drop, we spin aroundAm          F          Dm         EmFor time runs not on linesAm          F          Dm         EmWe serve our time till right come round  
(Outro (everything strips back to just the glitching synth from the solo, slowly fading into vinyl crackle and a single reversed heartbeat)
 

The Prince Has Fallen by Prince Edward's Band

Prince Andrew sat on a wall of brittle gold and bone,Prince Andrew, in velvet rot, claimed the throne as his alone—A porcelain smile cracked with sweat that never came,Dancing slow with shadows sweet, whispering forgotten names.  Oh, Prince Andrew had a great fall, a plunge through crystal night,Shattering like stained-glass saints beneath the Epstein light;The little girls in summer frocks, their laughter turned to dust,Now echo in the marrow-deep where royal blood must rust.  
(Solo) 
All the King’s horses, black and blind, with bridles forged of lies,All the King’s men in tailored suits, with lawyers’ silver knives—They stitched and spun and swore and sweated, in the flickering TV glare,But the pieces would not knit again; the soul was never there.  Prince Andrew lies in pieces now, a dirge in minor key,A puppet with its strings cut clean, adrift on memory’s sea.No crown can mend the hollow chest, no press can bleach the stain—Only the wind through Buckingham sighs his sickly, sweet refrain:Prince Andrew… Prince Andrew…All the king’s men… failed again.
(Solo) 

The Railroad by Kingston's 3 Sons

Written and produced by Ronald Allen Bell and G-Dawg Trading~ 
I’ve been working on the railroad All the live-long day I’ve been shackled like a slave, boys For the debts I couldn’t pay Can’t you hear the whip come cracking? Rise up early in the morn Can’t you hear the guards all laughing While your body’s ripped and torn I’ve been working on the railroad Sweat and blood on iron track Warden sells us by the hour Never gonna make it back Someone’s in the grave with Dinah Someone’s buried in the clay Someone’s in the grave with Dinah Strumming on the old banjo… Fee-fi-fiddly-i-oh Fee-fi-fiddly-i-oh-oh-oh We’ll die building white men’s fortunes And nobody ever knows I’ve been working on the railroad Till my hands are bone and rust When I drop they’ll chain another Prison labor — that’s the trust No more sun, just endless midnight No more hope, just iron bars We’re the slaves they never freed, boys Working railroads to the stars. (Final line whispered) I’ve been working… till I’m gone.