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Nova Sirius from the Lemon Trick Motion Picture Soundtrack

Produced by Ronald Allen Bell and G-Dawg Trading for the Lemon Trick Motion Picture Soundtrack~
Composed by Amanda Smart~ 
Generate 3-4 min instrumental epic "Nova Sirius": + cinematic post-rock/electronic. 100% original.0:00-1:30 Dismal beautiful: icy piano + weeping strings/cello, glass synth pads, 55BPM E minor. Cold vast melancholy, faint reversed voices.1:30-3:00 Build: warm analog arpeggios, orchestral swells (horns/brass), pulsing sub-bass. Tempo to 72BPM, add guitar harmonics + bells.3:00-4:20 Ignition: driving electronic-tribal kick-snare, rolling toms, full orchestra at 95-100BPM.4:20-5:30 Heart-pounding climax: massive pulsing rhythms + taiko hits, deep melodic bass, soaring guitar/synth/brass leads. Modulate to G major.5:30-end: fade to warm piano/strings, golden hopeful major chord.Wide cinematic mix, huge dynamics. Blend analog warmth, digital crystal, orchestral. No vocals. Timeless masterpiece.

It's a Messed Up World by Brittany Folds and Tech Wizard Joe

Written and produced by Ronald Bell and G-Dawg Trading
That was such a racist songI'm sorry dad I'm sorry momIt all just rolled right off my tongueI'm so darn mean and so, so dumb 
they told me that they want me deadand broadcast all the things they saidplayed it over and over againto instill the fear so deep within 
do you think they would have done itShould we have rolled the dicesit and wait for the bomb to drop because we're all so nice
(solo)
That was such a racist viewI apologize to all of you It just all fit inside my head like the instinct to eat- and sleep in bed 
they told me my God is wrongthe one that died so we'd live on scream it with their scary masks so fervent in their sickly task 
do you think it all works outshould we have rolled the dicelet them rule over everyone because we're all so nice 
(solo)
That was such a biased take I'm sorry there are pills I take It all just lined up with the truth so I didn't know what else to do 
they said the worst is yet to come all Christians they had better run said it with a gun in handsorry if it scared me man 
do you think you have a choiceshould you make a different choicetrade one for another one or fight for what you call your home 
(solo)

Blown Up (Out of your Proportions) by Daisy Futures

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

She is a River by Norman Riles

Written by Ronald Allen Bell and G-Dawg Trading~ 
she is a river and I was a vein.one of eight from her waters, four sons and four daughters, which now split to new veins which flow in her name. 
she taught me how to run into the sea.though the mad beaver, built damns to try keep her,she kept to her roll, broke through, made me believe. 
She is the reason my waters are clean.I ran through venal passes,which led to still patches,her outlets splashed poison out with erudition's reprieve. 
Her influence outpours into many a flume. has a kind disposition, her tides ever so glisten, sweet waters pour upon bushy soils, and decorous life blooms. 
Never could all she's done I retrocede.From her own path she's broken,to help channels reopen, in times so overwrought with pain, I thought concede. 
Never will I take for granted her piety.As is seen in many others, my sisters and brothers, reflections of her selfish and magnanimous being. 
The sun will one day lift her waters up high. It will be hard to move on, however after she's gone, she will still love and guide, any pain felt inside, will be washed away clean as she rains from the sky. 

Aliens by The Complexities of Carl

Written and produced by Ronald Allen Bell and G-Dawg Trading~ 
[verse 1]Do you believe in wishing wells, keep a penny in your pants?Ever spend the better part of a day nose deep in a clover patch?Do you daydream at times about how you'd use the genie from the magic lamp?Do you not feel sad for the three-legged rabbit whose foot you tightly grasp. 
[verse 2]Do you skip the cracks on the sidewalk as you fear you'll break your spine. Did you mark your calendar for eight- eight 'o' eight and then again for nine- nine 'o' nine. Will you play the same lottery numbers as usual for the pick on Friday night.If an umbrella were to open up in your home would people ask if you're alright? 
[verse 3] When I was five I found a four-leaf clover and suddenly I was given visions of a time when I was older. I was standing in the rain talking to a thing with almond eyes, and we were trying to stay peaceful as we sought a compromise. The time was twenty-forty-one and half the earth was overrun.The Greys that took fluid from our mind for drugs had Europe underneath their thumb. I was appointed the representative for the humans that still contained the proper emotional inner workings of the properly working brain. 
[verse 4]Within these visions I was given a man called, Lonely Eyes Weeper stood alone surrounded by eyes that cried and asked for me to be his keeper. He then raised his hand and pointed at the alien's energy station, then lipped the location of the weakness in its otherwise impervious foundation. At that same moment I heard mother call upon me to come eat and then vision broke apart and I couldn't clearly hear him speak. I have tried almost everything to bring it back into my mind, but for the life of me I can't, the vision gives you just one try. 
[strange solo] 
So, please if you hear this through of you I do so surely beg.Go find a four-leaf of your own for we haven't much time left.Pray do I you do succeed, and then a vision soon you'll see. or all is lost and off we go, for the greys take everything! 

Itsy Bitsy by Jason's Friends

Written and produced by Ronald Allen Bell and G-Dawg Trading~ 
(Verse 1 – whispered, almost lullaby-soft over minimal pulse)
Little white widow from the southern line
Slipped past the gates in a parcel so fine
Laced in the pills that your doctor once swore
Now the corner boys sell it right outside your door
One bump, one swallow, one beautiful lie
And the American dream just learned how to die (Chorus – the twisted nursery rhyme, slow and massive, every word echoing like a tombstone)
The itsy bitsy spider climbed up the water spout
Down came the fentanyl and washed the user out
Out came the sun but the light was black and cold
And the itsy bitsy spider crawled into another soul (Verse 2 – beat creeps heavier, distorted synth stabs)
Mommy in Ohio found her baby blue
Daddy in the Rust Belt never made it through
Kids at the rave chasing that perfect high
Didn’t know the spider was already inside
Street by street, city by city, the web is spun tight
One more statistic swallowed by the night (Pre-Chorus – everything drops to a single pulsing drone)
Hush little baby, don’t you make a sound
The man on the TV says it’s not coming down… (Chorus – louder, gang vocals like a cult chant)
The itsy bitsy spider climbed up the water spout
Down came the fentanyl and washed the user out
Out came the sun but the light was black and cold
And the itsy bitsy spider crawled into another soul (Bridge – half-time dirge, vocals layered with child-like ghostly choir)
Itsy bitsy poison, no one saw it creep
Silent little killer while the nation sleeps
Cartels keep weaving, politicians talk
Another thousand names just get erased from the chalk
Itsy bitsy… bitsy… bitsy… (Final Chorus – full apocalyptic swell, then sudden drop to almost nothing)
The itsy bitsy spider climbed up the water spout
Down came the fentanyl and washed America out
Out came the sun but the dawn will never rise
And the itsy bitsy spider… just smiles with a thousand eyes… (Outro – heartbeat bass slows… slows… stops. Only reverb and a single fading lullaby whisper)
Itsy… bitsy… fentanyl…
Climbed up the spout again…
Climbed up the spout… again…

Lessons by Stats for Facts

Written and produced by Ronald Allen Bell and G-Dawg Radio~
I will be gone soonand leave behind a scene a trail of paper cut-outs in the spaces in between 
a lesson to be learned about how to live your life without worry without fear to find happiness inside 
(chorus)take it from me you're better off dead then living in tragedy locked inside your head Every single worry you let occupy your mindis the Devil trying to steer you as he pushes from behind 
I will be dead soonand part with a big smile cause I will go out laughing having made it through this trial 
a lesson for to take from all this I'm writing down is to go about your days smiling never should you frown 
(solo) 
(chorus)take it from me you're better off dead then living in tragedy locked inside your head Every single worry you let occupy your mindis the Devil trying to steer you as he pushes from behind 
I will be an angel soonlook upon you from on high smile shooting rays at youto make the people smile 
A lesson you should take from thisyou will never stop this shit turn crying to accomplishments It's over soon I promise this 
(solo)

Not About the Sugar by Earl Voorhees

I hadn't realized what I'd doneI couldn't see the path ahead If only I was more aware now all I see is painted red 
she doesn't love you for your stereo won't wear no ring for sniffs of blow we just need a strong portfolio for a future that can grow 
it's not all about the money not like all devoid of care but if she's holding back the honey surely there's no money there 
[solo]
We used to live in caves and the stronger they survived now we're all just corporate slaves the higher up the hotter wives 
I didn't come here for the pastries I'm not even staying long truth be told I feel like writing maybe put all this to song 
She didn't love me for intelligence wore no ring since ninety-nine guess perhaps I'd known her better if not out cheating all the time 
[solo]
it's not all about the sugar parking lot pops fail to sustain maybe if she were a looker wouldn't look so damn insane 

The People Watcher by The Ron Allen Experiment

This is from a book I published on Amazon called My Eclectic Collection, From the Confines of my Mind, Poems for the Ponder and is the second musical version published on G-Dawg Radio~ 
I look out my window
and I watch the folks pass by
Some in such a hurry
others they wave and smile
The usuals now know me
Watch every day, know their routine
No, being a people watcher ain't the worst thing you can be
I saw an angel,
and she stared into my mind
Glared as if to dare me,
then through my window
she would fly
Gave to me two poppers,
I quite like the ones with stripes
I'm not sure if with the light or with the darkness she's aligned
My thoughts then wandered into daydreams
as I'd create things,
in them hide
Angel, she is nosy,
into my secrets she would pry
Did she ponder on and think of we, get lost in thought, caught in a scene, of love, lust, fear, anxiety!
She walks the halls of memory.
A walk through the prior could reveal a many thing
catch me as a teen in the bath with a magazine!
See me stick carrots into the ground
I need to feed the devil; he's in eternal timeout!
I know a place where we can be, alone and talk and time will freeze
This place is one all lovers keep
But angels too may like it, I think
I've no wings
I hate this shit
I just a gosh darn idiot
I wrapped my arms around me to keep warm and now they're stuck
If she and I have child, it'll surely be a mut,
Half angel and half watcher
Like a chicken glide and cluck
lay an egg
A flightless fuck

Crazy Times (Lord Have Mercy) by The Ron Allen Experiment Live in Prague

Written and produced by Ronald Allen Bell and G-Dawg Trading~ 
Lord, have mercy
please, just let me be
just a day to play, retreat
send me off to heaven
won't let myself get snug
never took the easy way
and never did give up
everyone is flipping out
bout things on screens
they flail about
They choose a side
and paint their face
hold up their signs
and scream with rage
[solo]
I just want to sit a tick
break from all the lunatics
I've got friends and dogs are sick
sleep is an accomplishment
pleasantries they help a ton
words move moods so thank you, hun
earth will take us all when done
control is smiling while we run
who among you cast the stone
pick it up and head on home
You're not here to bitch and moan
now leave the poor and lost alone
Lord, have mercy
please, just let me be
just a day to play, retreat
send me off to heaven
won't let myself get snug
never took the easy way
and never did give up
everyone is flipping out
bout things on screens
they flail about
They choose a side
and paint their face
hold up their signs
and scream with rage