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Shattered Frequencies by Devlin McCane

Produit par Ron Allen~
[Verse]
Tu m'as brisé
Tu m'as laissé dessécher
Dans une mer de larmes
Allongé par terre
Les ombres dansent
Elles me percent
Elles me lancent
 
[Prechorus]
A mirror cracked
A fading sound
No rescue comes
I’m spellbound
 
[Chorus]
You broke me down
You let me drown
In a sea of tears
Laying on the ground
Echoes screaming
A hollowed tone
You left me here to face the unknown
 
[Verse 2]
Les étoiles s’éteignent
Le froid m'atteint
Il m'entraîne
Mon souffle court
Le vide
Mon dernier secours
Chaque note
Une lame
Dans mon âme
Un drame
 
[Prechorus]
A shattered light
A burning thread
These words unsaid
They leave me dead
 
[Chorus]
You broke me down
You let me drown
In a sea of tears
Laying on the ground
Echoes screaming
A hollowed tone
You left me here to face the unknown

21 Sons by DJ CryptiX and T00-Small

For those of you that like a good rap~
21 sons done gunned down in the street,
Shells hit the pavement, rhythm of defeat.
Concrete whispers secrets soaked in red,
Future got stolen, dreams left for dead.
21 shadows stretch under the moon,
Mamas hum prayers, but the answers come too soon.
 
[Chorus]
21 sons done gunned down in the street,
21 mamas gonna cry themselves to sleep.
Echoes in the alleys, where the devils creep,
21 candles burn where the angels weep.
 
[Verse 2]
Trigger fingers twitch, karma pay the toll,
Life for a life, it’s a vicious role.
Chains on their necks, but the weight’s in their soul,
Money buys coffins when the dice don’t roll.
Sirens sing lullabies, steel kiss the bone,
21 boys ain't never coming home.
 
[Chorus]
21 sons done gunned down in the street,
21 mamas gonna cry themselves to sleep.
Echoes in the alleys, where the devils creep,
21 candles burn where the angels weep.
 
[Bridge]
Ain’t no rewind on a clock that’s cracked,
Time won’t heal when the blood runs black.
21 bullets, a choir in the wind,
A song for the fallen, a hymn for the sinned.
 
[Chorus]
21 sons done gunned down in the street,
21 mamas gonna cry themselves to sleep.
Echoes in the alleys, where the devils creep,
21 candles burn where the angels weep.

Gonna Start a Thing with Bonnie by the Holiday Bros.

Written by Ron Allen~
Susan moved to Mackinaw she took one book, a brush and bra something stuck right in her craw and at her it did peck and gnaw 
Steve said she said as she flew just like, oh, like, no, like eww. perhaps her flat is ripe and due for some caulk, a clean and glue 
Cancel all my plans I'm going to the port sailing off to Venice life is just too short
won't be like Susan getting to the point where I just up and cruise and hop to the next joint 
gotta take er' easy let the day come to you maybe hit your knees for a little prayer or two 
Johnny built a zip cord ridefrom his backyard to Riverside one day he say he got bored off he go upon his cord 
Steve said he saw him go bye got flung up to the oh, so high perhaps it's best to live so fast then to sit and dwell upon the past.  
cancel my subscription to the old folks magazine stay young with true conviction till you lose your biter teeth 
I won't be like Johnnygetting pent up until I popgonna start a thing with Bonnie she is really freaking hot 

FlatOnliner by The Risen Wood

Lyrics: 
[verse 1]flatliner on the number ninety-nine had to shock him back and they nearly broke his spinethank the lord above, they say that he'll be finedude can never get a break, always dying all the time 
[verse 2]tried to walk the Rockies but the highways don't forgivehitchhiking cross the country ain't the best way you can live good thing there are others and they like to lend a handI'd hate to see it end the way you'd think it might, so bad 
[pre chorus]log on in and chat it up make connections fall in love fool them all and stash some treatsfor cash to buy your cigs and weed 
[chorus]pack a tent and fill the pod hit the road and travel on spread the word and speak it true so others come to where did you 
[solo]
[verse 3]skydiver falling over lake Sinai popped his shoot got tangled up but dude he didn't die now he's just a head, one leg and like a spine guy can never get a break, always crying all the time 
[verse 4]went to talk to Sarah, Sarah she's no help at all next time I'm need it won't be Sarah that I call good thing there are others and they like to lend a hand makes it easier when others like you, they to understand 
[pre chorus]log on in and chat it up make connections fall in love fool them all and stash some treatsfor cash to buy your cigs and weed 
[chorus]pack a tent and fill the pod hit the road and travel on spread the word and speak it true so others come to where did you 
[Solo]

Talking Trash by The Risen Wood

Another one from these clowns~ 
[verse 1]I am not your playthingnot a prize to be won Get out your knives and cut this scene There's work that must be done 
[verse 2]tragedy it suits you you wear it like a glove depravity a luxury when raised without the love 
[verse 3]take up all my energy suck up all my vibe dance like it means everything and prince is still alive 
[chorus]you came here with no plans tonight lost dog with tail tucked in so tight no harm, no foul, babe it's alright hop on, come in, let's sail tonight the way to make your night light up is to take a dose upon your tongue sit and wait for all the gates to open up new worlds await 
[verse 4]I am not so sure now not positive at all I'll tell you if I do conclude I'll give your guy a call 
[verse 5]poverty it suits you your humility just shines standing on the roadsidewith your sharpie written signs
[verse 6]build a wall with bricks like Floydto hide behind when I annoy each brick from something so surreal of which you've always had to deal 
[chorus]You stole a car and ran a signbut you should see the other guy they took your card and locked you up but you broke out and now you run the way to make them all light up is to dose them with the liquid stuff sit and wait for all their hateamidst the tracers dissipate 

Undead Boyfriend by Bucket of Sluts

Written by the weirdest mutha **cka you will ever meet~ 
A Ron Allen Executive Production done in a way so like, pro. 
See the music video on our YouTube Main page~ 
My new boyfriend is strangelooking like the reaper we're driving down the rangeI'm thinking he's a keeper 
he knows an awful lotabout lots of spooky shitbut he's never been caughtcommitting crimes against kids 
he talks more than I do rapping all day long but really listens well and we really get along 
[synth solo] 
my boyfriend doesn't bleedwhen it is that he gets cuta little strange indeed but we all have our stuff 
has the pedal to the metaland the motor to the mouth I don't know him all that wellbut is it love I have no doubt 
there is no I in the undead and he and I now share a bed our love is rare, but sweet as pieand never will he ever die 
My new man is quite the scare mom don't like him I don't care love transcends to far beyond nothing can break this zombie bond 
[synth solo] 

From the Top of the Hill by Devlin McCane

Introducing~
[Verse]
Shadows are calling in whispers
They dance
Fingers trace maps on a shattered expanse
I follow the cracks
The fractures of time
Chasing the echoes
A rhythm divine
 
[Prechorus]
I’m tethered
I’m bound
By a thread
By a strand
From the top of the hill to the palm of your hand
 
[Chorus]
I will seek and will search across oceans and lands
Through the mist and the murk
Through the shifting sands
I will rise
I will fall
But I’ll still understand
From the top of the hill to the palm of your hand
 
[Verse 2]
A neon-lit skyline
It hums and it hums
The beat of the world
A mechanical drum
I walk through the static
A flickering glow
Unraveling secrets the dark doesn’t show
 
[Prechorus]
I’m tethered
I’m bound
By a thread
By a strand
From the top of the hill to the palm of your hand
 
[Chorus]
I will seek and will search across oceans and lands
Through the mist and the murk
Through the shifting sands
I will rise
I will fall
But I’ll still understand
From the top of the hill to the palm of your hand

Tricky Little Bitch by Ill Driven Motive

One more for the people in the nose bleeds. 
[Verse]
She tore through the night like a broken blade
Every street she walked
Another deal made
A shadow in the alley
A smirk in the mist
She left her mark
You couldn't resist
 
[Chorus]
She was a tricky little bitch
Always looking for a fix
Never nothing that she missed
Gotta satisfy the itch
 
[Verse 2]
Her laughter cut like shattered glass
A queen of chaos
No questions asked
She stole the moon
Left the stars to burn
A lesson in madness
No time to learn
 
[Chorus]
She was a tricky little bitch
Always looking for a fix
Never nothing that she missed
Gotta satisfy the itch
 
[Bridge]
Fast hands
Faster lies
She lit the world
Set fire to the skies
No apologies
No regret
She’s the kind you never forget
 
[Chorus]
She was a tricky little bitch
Always looking for a fix
Never nothing that she missed
Gotta satisfy the itch

The Ultimate Sacrifice by The Ron Allen Experiment

This is to remind all of us normal folks of the sacrifices made by the men and women of military branches throughout the free world. 

Miny Syna by The Ron Allen Experiment

This demon bitch was born from an actual nightmare I had. Woke up and wrote it down for some reason. Sorry to spring it on you guys now...