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Ronald Allen Bell

Today's Best Variety. G-Dawg Radio is a podcast library of music featuring every genre from folk to trance. 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. (If you like a certian band, enter their name in search as most have multiple tracks) 

  1. Aug 12

    Mulberry Knives by Amanda Smart and Ron Allen, Performed by Elise Christiansen~

    [Verse 1] Round and round the berry bough We trace the chalk with careful mouths Paper hands and waxen crowns All the little doors are down   In the state of snow and stone They carved a law in marrow bone A sealed decree, a midnight page A hungry seal, a hidden cage   [Pre-Chorus] Something old begins to grin Underneath the skin again Something green behind the eyes Learns to bloom where reason dies   [Chorus] This is the way we kill the babes This is the way, in mulberry shades This is the way we kill the babes And say the lie, and call it grace   Round and round the fruit-black loop We sing it soft, we sing it soon (we sing it soon) This is the way we kill the babes This is the way   [Verse 2] Massachusetts on the slate Wrote the room with iron hate And every word went dressed in lace To hide the knife behind its face   Needles in a chapel jar Comet ash and broken stars A mother moth, a butchered bloom A cradle full of empty room   [Pre-Chorus] Hear the little iron hymn Turning under glass and brim Hear the silence, hear it ring Like a thorned and polished thing   [Chorus] This is the way we kill the babes This is the way, in mulberry shades This is the way we kill the babes And say the lie, and call it grace   Round and round the fruit-black loop We sing it soft, we sing it soon (we sing it soon) This is the way we kill the babes This is the way   [Bridge] [Long Strange Solo] Bowed violins saw through the dark A contrabass drags a coffin spark Synths coil low like black glass snakes Choir fragments split and separate Timpani rolls like distant drums A cathedral of rust undone Notes bend thin, then split apart Like paper birds with iron hearts A horn line moans, then disappears Through vaulted fog and leaking years The melody turns inside out A mirror swallowing its own mouth One long cry, one circling thread One silver wound, one word unsaid Then a pause Then a pulse Then the strings return in shudders   [Chorus] This is the way we kill the babes This is the way, in mulberry shades This is the way we kill the babes And say the lie, and call it grace   Round and round the fruit-black loop We sing it soft, we sing it soon (we sing it soon) This is the way we kill the babes This is the way   [Outro] Round and round The berry bough Round and round The verdict now   This is the way we kill the babes This is the way the garden frays This is the way we kill the babes And leave the moon in paper chains

    Mulberry Knives by Amanda Smart and Ron Allen, Performed by Elise Christiansen~

  2. Aug 10

    More Than a Mustard Seed by Amanda Smart

    For my son, Dmitri Durham Bell~  From the poetry of Ronald Allen Bell~

  3. Aug 10

    Wicked by Bucket of Sluts

    From the mind of a madman~

  4. Aug 10

    Bye-Bye Little Hater By Grippin' & Ripz

    Time to kick off the football season!

  5. Jul 31

    Legion (The Choice of Anneliese) by Amanda Smart

    [Verse 1] On a cold church floor Her hands went tight The candles bent Like they feared the light The village spoke In a lowered tone And every door Seemed to know her name [Pre-Chorus] They said a prayer Then said another The room went still Like a held-back shiver I watched the faces Stare at the frame Like something was missing But nothing changed [Chorus] Legion, Legion Heavy in the room Legion, Legion Carried out too soon I wonder what she' doing up in Heaven I wonder what she' doing up in Heaven (Oh, Anneliese) [Verse 2] The winter came And stayed for days Boots on the stairs And the same gray haze The doctors wrote Their careful lines While her mother wept Through the kitchen blind [Pre-Chorus] And all that fear Kept getting louder Faith and blame Sat side by side there If there was a war It lived in the air A name on the lips And nowhere to go [Chorus] Legion, Legion Heavy in the room Legion, Legion Carried out too soon I wonder what she' doing up in Heaven I wonder what she' doing up in Heaven (Oh, Anneliese) [Bridge] Some nights I think Of the final plea The way the dark Can borrow your knees If mercy came Would it come like rain Or just one small hand On the windowpane [Final Chorus] Legion, Legion Heavy in the room Legion, Legion Carried out too soon I wonder what she' doing up in Heaven I wonder what she' doing up in Heaven (Oh, Anneliese) Legion, Legion

  6. Jul 31

    Burning of Persia by GLB

    [Verse 1] Ash in the palace throat Smoke on the lion seal Torches bite the tapestry Kings kneel into steel Black salt on the altar stone Horns in the courtyard air Blood runs under broken gates No mercy left to spare [Pre-Chorus] Hear the old names crack Hear the towers lean The vow turns to dust In a furnace unseen [Chorus] Burning of Persia, the devil took hold Evil inertia, the faithless they fold Burning of Persia, the devil took hold Evil inertia, the faithless they fold [Verse 2] Priests with split-red hands Drag relics through the mire Dogs feast on the banner edge And spit out the fire Wolves in the wine-dark vault Gnaw at the oath-worn bone Every prayer comes back as rot Every crown, a stone [Pre-Chorus] Hear the old names crack Hear the towers lean The vow turns to dust In a furnace unseen [Chorus] Burning of Persia, the devil took hold Evil inertia, the faithless they fold Burning of Persia, the devil took hold Evil inertia, the faithless they fold [Bridge] I watched the moon go blind Over cinders and ruin I heard the desert sing With a thousand mouths chewing Now the serpent in the ash Has a kingdom to own And the last torch dies In a hall of bone [Solo Break] [Final Chorus] Burning of Persia, the devil took hold Evil inertia, the faithless they fold Burning of Persia, the devil took hold Evil inertia, the faithless they fold

  7. Jul 29

    Demons of the Fray

    From the poetry of Ronald Allen Bell~

  8. Jul 21

    Slap Those Demon Asses by Crossses for my Bosses

    [Verse 1] From the sands of the past to the streets today The crescent wave keeps rolling our way They preach submission, they plant their flag Turn our cities into another Baghdad No-go zones spreading, the call to prayer rings While the weak just bow and the traitors sing But the sleeping giant’s waking from his rest Time to remember who we are and who’s the best [Pre-Chorus] History’s bloody, the lessons are clear Constantinople fell, but we’re still here Now they’re at the gates again, bold as sin Demanding our surrender – never again [Chorus] Rise up, good Christians, step into the fray! Slap those demon asses down today! Cross held high, faith like a sword Push the invasion back, restore the Lord! No turning the cheek when the devil’s in town Good Christians rise – slap their demon asses down! Slap ’em down! Slap ’em down! Demon asses hitting the ground! [Verse 2] They came as refugees, then took the land Changed the rules with an iron hand Sharia creep, grooming gangs, terror nights While the media calls it “diversity rights” Our daughters suffer, our sons get beat Our churches burn while they claim the street Enough is enough – the cowardice ends Good men of the cross, it’s time to defend [Pre-Chorus] Tours and Vienna, Lepanto’s might We beat them before when we stood and we fight Now the enemy’s inside, wearing our clothes But the Spirit’s moving – the battle is chose [Chorus] Rise up, good Christians, step into the fray! Slap those demon asses down today! Cross held high, faith like a sword Push the invasion back, restore the Lord! No turning the cheek when the devil’s in town Good Christians rise – slap their demon asses down! Slap ’em down! Slap ’em down! Demon asses hitting the ground! [Bridge] They call it invasion? We call it war Spiritual first, then the physical roar Pray like warriors, stand like men The gates of Hell won’t prevail again One nation under God – that’s the line Cross the Rubicon, it’s our time [Final Chorus – bigger, with gang shouts] Rise up, good Christians, the hour is late! Slap those demon asses down – seal their fate! Faith in the fire, steel in the hand Reclaim the West for the King who commands! No surrender, no retreat, no fear The invasion dies when the Christians appear Slap ’em down! Slap ’em down! Demon asses hitting the ground! [Outro – fading with chants] Step up… step up… Slap their demon asses down… In the name of the Father, the Son, and the Ghost… We stand. We fight. We win.

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Today's Best Variety. G-Dawg Radio is a podcast library of music featuring every genre from folk to trance. 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. (If you like a certian band, enter their name in search as most have multiple tracks) 

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  • Creator
    Ronald Allen Bell
  • Years Active
    2025 - 2026
  • Episodes
    100
  • Rating
    Explicit
  • Copyright
    © Copyright 2025 All rights reserved.
  • Show Website
    G-Dawg Radio