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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 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. (If you like a certian band or show, enter its name in search as most have multiple publications) 

  1. Oct 5

    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.

    The Siege of Orleans by Adeline Morrison

  2. Sep 30

    The Blues by Highway 4 South

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

    The Blues by Highway 4 South

  3. Sep 30

    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

    Only Rhymes by Highway 4 South

  4. Sep 30

    I Remember by The Ron Allen Experiment

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

    I Remember by The Ron Allen Experiment

  5. Sep 29

    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

    Mutilator by Killer's Spree

  6. Sep 29

    Mi Machina by The Complexities of Carl

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

    Mi Machina by The Complexities of Carl

  7. Sep 29

    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]

  8. Sep 28

    Pictures by Charizma James and DJ-I3o

    A modified version of a poem from a book in the My Eclectic Collection series first published in 2015. You can find a copy here https://a.co/d/05iIa6bG These pictures are mine my moments in time  frozen little memories kept in frames of different kinds  they all show my love smiling they all tell many lies  my love inside was dying buttercup had lost her mind  I was running through the corn stalks placing rocks upon the road  lighting fires for smoke and cover  mom and dad they didn't know  Then a day would come when new blue jeans  I'd find atop my bed,  looked quite big but fit just right  and thick had grown my once thin chest  Never did I chase one  Never did I play the game  It would seem without a doubt I attract a different dame  Obvious I'd be taken  hungry eyes with ease could read  with a smile intertwined in time,  a treasure from my seed  these pictures are mine these pictures tell a story  If you look deep into her eyes you'll see the hope amidst the light  once a display of colors bright  all the smiles now black and white  I take this little six by ten  And with my eyes take it again  I close my eyes and play pretend  each flash it sends me back again  My little pretty red head friend the pain's too much wish it would end  If I paint you on my wall  and I meet you in my dreams  Will you be as I desire  set to, programmed as I need  If I pin these to the wall  in the order they occurred Sit with all these memories  and see them all returned  will it feel as once it did  ignite that fire that once burned  Or will I drown in my tears  as these pictures make me hurt  These pictures are mine my once upon a times  they show the faces of our past  hold the memories of our lives  take a picture of me now  keep it safe so we can see  in another little while where we all just then might be

    Pictures by Charizma James and DJ-I3o
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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. (If you like a certian band or show, enter its name in search as most have multiple publications) 

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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