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  • Body of Lies by Prince Edward's Band

    Written and produced by Ronald Allen Bell and G-Dawg Trading/Original piece entitled, Politic. 

    [Verse 1] 

    The ink is dry before the speech is read, they trade our futures for a golden thread. 
    A velvet curtain hides the hollow stage, 
    where ghosts of promises turn every page. 
    We watch the ticker tape of rising debt, 
    while they are placing bets on our regret. 
    The city lights are burning cold and bright, 
    reflecting shadows in the dead of night. 

    [Chorus] 

    Every day it's all the same, politics and lies the games, take my vote I live in shame, money for crooks and greed and fame. 

    [solo]

    [Verse 2] 

    They build their towers on a shifting sand, 
    and hold the compass in a trembling hand. 
    A polished smile to mask the jagged edge, 
    they break the spirit of the sacred pledge. 
    We are the fuel inside their burning machine, 
    the silent cogs that keep the engine clean. 
    They speak of progress while they drain the well, 
    and sell us heaven from the gates of hell. 

    [Bridge] The ink is stained with all the things we lost, they never bother to account the cost. A hollow echo in the marble hall, waiting for the heavy hammer fall. 

    [Chorus] 

    Every day it's all the same, politics and lies the games, take my vote I live in shame, money for crooks and greed and fame. 

    [solo]

    [Outro] 

    The ledger closes on a broken line, 
    they take the harvest and they keep the wine. 
    We are the silence in the crowded street, 
    waiting for the rhythm of a different beat...

    [solo]

    5 min
  • We Can Dance by Cooper Radley

    Written and produced by Ronlad Allen Bell and G-Dawg Trading

    [Verse 1]

    There's a photograph above the mantle shelf
    Your grandma spinning in a summer dress
    The needle drops on some old forty-five
    And for a moment she is still alive
    I never learned the steps she used to do
    But something in my feet remembers too

    [Chorus]

    I can dance if you want me to
    I can dance the dance that your papa knew
    I can move with the groove that your jivin' to
    We can dance all night babe it's up to you
    You can take my hand and show me babe
    Little dip twirl flip it'll make my day
    Figure eight U shape dougie woah no way
    Grapevine double time body roll away

    (solo)

    [Verse 2]

    The kitchen floor on a Saturday night
    You pushed the table back and dimmed the light
    You said your daddy used to lead your mom
    Through every storm until the hurt was gone
    I watched you move like time was standing still
    And felt my heart surrender to the thrill

    [Chorus]

    I can dance if you want me to
    I can dance the dance that your papa knew
    I can move with the groove that your jivin' to
    We can dance all night babe it's up to you
    You can take my hand and show me babe
    Little dip twirl flip it'll make my day
    Figure eight U shape dougie woah no way
    Grapevine double time body roll away

    [Bridge]

    Maybe we don't need to know the name
    Of every step to feel it all the same
    Just let the music pull us close and say
    Some things the body never throws away
    Some love is carried in the way we sway
    Some songs were always meant to make us stay

    [Chorus]

    I can dance if you want me to
    I can dance the dance that your papa knew
    I can move with the groove that your jivin' to
    We can dance all night babe it's up to you
    You can take my hand and show me babe
    Little dip twirl flip it'll make my day
    Figure eight U shape dougie woah no way
    Grapevine double time body roll away

    (solo)

    [Outro]

    We can dance all night
    We can dance all night
    Babe it's up to you

    4 min
  • I Am Not Your Enemy by Prince Edward's Band

    [Verse 1]

    You read my silence like a confession
    Drew a villain in the space between
    Every shadow gets a dark intention
    When you only see what you want to see
    I have walked through rooms where no one claimed me
    Carried weight you never thought to ask
    But you built a wall of accusations
    Hiding from the truth behind your mask

    [Chorus]

    I am not your enemy
    Take my hand and you will see
    Evil twists the truth in life
    See the truth within my eyes
    I am not your enemy
    Take my hand and you will see
    Let the darkness fall aside
    See the light within my eyes

    (solo)

    [Verse 2]

    You have heard the whispers paint me hollow
    Let the rumor build a cage around
    But the ones who fall for every echo
    Never stop to hear the real sound
    I have loved through seasons cold and broken
    Given more than you will ever know
    Every scar upon my skin is spoken
    From a life I carried long ago

    [Chorus]

    I am not your enemy
    Take my hand and you will see
    Evil twists the truth in life
    See the truth within my eyes
    I am not your enemy
    Take my hand and you will see
    Let the darkness fall aside
    See the good within my eyes

    [Bridge]

    Maybe fear is all you know
    Maybe trust was lost so long ago
    But I am standing in the open light
    Not every soul is built to fight
    Look me in the face and tell me now
    What is it you're really so afraid of
    I will not break beneath your doubt
    I am made of everything you're dreaming of

    [Chorus]

    I am not your enemy
    Take my hand and you will see
    Evil twists the truth in life
    See the good within my eyes
    I am not your enemy
    Take my hand and you will see
    Let the darkness fall aside
    See the truth within my eyes

    [Outro]

    See the good within my eyes
    See the good within my eyes...

    5 min
  • The Siege of Orleans by Adeline Morrison

    [Verse 1] 

    The garden of the soul was sown in silence, where the voices hummed like bees within the wheat. A shepherd girl who traded wool for iron, with starlight in her sandals for the street. The crown of France was rusting in the shadows, a kingdom carved by wolves and winter rain. She heard the bells of heaven ring in thunder, to wash away the harvest of the pain. 

    [Chorus] 

    Oh, the Maid is a mirror to the sun, a silver blade that cuts the dark in two. She is the siege that breaks the stone of sorrow, the morning light that turns the gray to blue. From the ashes of the field to the gates of the king, she carries the fire that the angels bring. 

    (solo)

    [Verse 2]

    The walls of Orléans were weeping mortar, the river held its breath against the tide. She rode a ghost of white across the water, with nothing but the spirit as her guide. No armor forged by man could hold the lightning, no fortress wall could keep the dawn at bay. She turned the tide of centuries in a heartbeat, and chased the hungry shadows from the day. 

    [Bridge] 

    They called her witch, they called her wild fire, they bound her to the stake of human fear. But flames are only wings for those who listen, to music that the deaf can never hear. The smoke becomes a veil for the ascension, the iron turns to gold within the heat. 

    [Chorus] 

    Oh, the Maid is a mirror to the sun, a silver blade that cuts the dark in two. She is the siege that breaks the stone of sorrow, the morning light that turns the gray to blue. From the ashes of the field to the gates of the king, she carries the fire that the angels bring. 

    (solo)

    [Outro] 

    The embers cool, the story starts to bloom, a lily rising from the hollow room. She is the light, she is the light, she is the light.

    5 min
  • Only Rhymes by Highway 4 South

    Written and produced by Ron Allen and G-Dawg Trading~ 

    I'm not a writer 

    got no quips to put to page 
    If I see one I will fight er'
    fighting these days is the rage 

    I can rhyme a word or two 

    fix your shoe with super glue 
    sing a song of love so true 
    sail off with you in a canoe

    fighting my sleep 

    putting words onto the page 
    easier in silence 
    to explain yourself away 

    I am not a blacksmith

    got no anvil for to bang 
    I can buy an axe at Trickles 
    and above my shed door hang 

    (solo)

    my lady grows impatient

    waiting for me in the bed 
    but I am forty-seven 
    her thirty-three we'll see me dead 

    fighting with my myself 

    uses words all filled with rage 
    easier to blame ones self 
    than to cast upon a stage 

    I am not a pilot 

    got no plane to fly around 
    If I did then I would try it 
    in the sky and on the ground 

    You are not that different

    than anyone at all
    you prefer Italian 
    and come when you are called 

    fighting this traffic

    getting stuck can kill your day 
    better to take a chopper 
    if the weather's nice that day 

    4 min
  • Mutilator by Killer's Spree

    Written and produced by Ron Allen and G-Dawg Trading~ 

    Origially a poem from the My Eclectic Collection series, book 2 available on Amazon~

    I slept with the words you left me

    Had bad dreams all through the night
    The world sought out to hurt me
    as with you they had aligned 

    They took your rant, although untrue

    then filled with rage from baseless views
    All two-faced, one came unglued
    They screamed and cried; they all were you 

    the looks upon their faces were the same as the next 

    as they dug in and took up root so deep within my nest 

    [Synth Solo} 

    Behind your eyes I could still see the traces

    Blinded by the lies as I traverse the sea of faces 

    I am not sad, I'm not the things you say

    I never get mad, unless I'm drinking on that day 

    behind your mask you finally find, 

    a place where you and truth can hide 
    and dance about absent gentle grace 
    in every mouth a rotten taste 

    [Keyboard Solo]

    They took your rant, although untrue

    then filled with rage from baseless views
    All two-faced, one came unglued
    They screamed and cried; they all were you 

    Mutilator, God I hate her 

    use her once and see you later 
    always making people itch 
    little bitter tricky bitch 

    Loves herself and all despite

    no qualities that you can like 
    making new friends every day
    drains them then she's on her way 

    Mutilator, God I hate her 

    take her by the hair and spank her 
    always making people sick 
    little bitter tricky bitch

     

    4 min
  • Keep Your Signs by Stats for Facts

    Written and produced by Ron Allen and G-Dawg Trading~

    We walked on down to potter street with signs and spray the pride we keep and took to making all aware of all of that which of we care the people who were living near approached our crowd with little fear said, hey there man why are you here I'm not one to anger quick but don't give me no trashy lip I'll hit you if you let me, man just stay real still I know I can [Keyboard Solo] We left the dismal train wreck scene and jogged on down to meet the Queen she stood upon the river's edge and begged us all to hedge are bets kiss my fricken olden sack the talking heads with ever-yap so lost in words they gave no thought retreat and scream when they get caught the people who were backing truth turned into bullies feeding youth a load of lines to steal the loot [Synth Solo] In this song a secret code within the words and beat it flows into the minds of those who know [Keyboard Solo]

    4 min

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Today's Best Variety. G-Dawg Radio is a podcast library of music featuring every genre from folk to trance as well as radio shows like Road to Rome and Frightful Nights. Songs are all written and produced by Ronald Allen Bell and played by AI. All material is copywritten ©️Ronald Allen Bell, AKA Ron Allen, G-Dawg Trading. All personas are our creations.