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

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[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

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

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.

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[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.

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[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...

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[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

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[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...

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Introducing Adeline Morrison~

I wrote this poem back in 2014 and I believe it's now in the book Scattered Endz from the My Eclectic Collection Poems for the Ponder series. I honestly never cared for it that much but thought it had some decent parts. It certainly does make a great rock opera in my opinion.

A poem I wrote called "end in time" that I used for a song a while back. I like this version way more. The basis for my new book, Last Chance~

Written by Saint Ronald~ (not a play on my name, he was an actual saint, and just happened to be a poet ;)

Monday Mass

[Verse 1] The sun is a bruise on the edge of the sky I’m kicking the gravel as the buses go by Not here for the Sunday show, the velvet and the lace I’m looking for the grit in this holy place The incense is heavy, the pews are cold wood I’m standing in the back where the rebels once stood My boots are scuffed and my heart is a drum Waiting for the kingdom of the morning to come.

[Chorus] Monday Mass, Monday Mass Other days come and then they pass I just want my Monday Mass Yeah, I’m waiting for the fire to blast!

[Verse 2] St. Ronald, the warrior, the poet of the North Bring the saga of the islands, bring the spirit forth You built the stone cathedral with a vow and a blade Now I’m sitting in the silence that your courage made I’ve got a notebook open and a pen in my hand Class starts at ten in the basement of the damned From the altar to the desk, it’s a different kind of war But I’m finding what I’m living for.

[Bridge] It’s not a habit, it’s a riot in the soul Taking back the morning, taking back control They say the week is heavy, they say the light is dim But I’m shouting out the verses, I’m screaming out the hymn! St. Ronald, give me strength for the test and the fight Turn the ink into blood, turn the day into light!

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[Chorus] Monday Mass, Monday Mass Other days come and then they pass I just want my Monday Mass Yeah, I’m waiting for the fire to blast!

[Outro] From the pews to the classroom! Final Prayer then run passed! Monday Mass! Monday Mass! I’m not moving ‘til the bells start to ring! Monday Mass!

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