Written and produced by Ronald Allen Bell and G-Dawg Trading~

Mixed by Ronald Allen Bell for G-Dawg Radio~

Original version can be found on our sister station, Sleepy Dawg podcast~

The song tells the story of a woman so heartbroken by her lover that she walks out into a blizzard to kill herself.

written and produced by Ronald Allen Bell and G-Dawg Trading~

[strange solo]

bombs in the sky boots on the ground (come and take a shot at me) (better hit the ground)

boats on the water birds in the air (missiles up and off) (screaming everywhere)

I didn't start this war the fire it had burned before (he was only just a pup) (of 2 or 3 or 4)

Como-so-may-coco-rock como-so-mo-frue (boom boom go the scatter bombs) (the ones that make it through)

telly-telly-ro-ro-nock telly belly true (whistlin' sounds round these here parts) (are bullets passin' through)

drones in the air boots at the door (hello there it's the soldier man) (let's go head and start this war)

bombs in the sky boots on the ground (come and take a shot at me) (better hit the ground)

boats on the water birds in the air (missiles up and off) (screaming everywhere)

I didn't start this war the fire it had burned before (he was only just a pup) (of 2 or 3 or 4)

Como-so-may-coco-rock como-so-mo-frue (boom boom go the scatter bombs) (the ones that make it through)

telly-telly-ro-ro-nock telly belly true (whistlin' sounds round these here parts) (are bullets passin' through)

drones in the air boots at the door (hello there it's the soldier man) (let's go head and start this war)

Written and produced by Ronald Allen Bell and G-Dawg Trading~

they said it's hot outside they said the air is sick the water it is dirty and the food is processed shit

our politics are wrong and religion is to blame identity is a culture to be normal is insane

to kill is to be righteous to take is justified imprisonment don't work so just let them all outside

take what it is you want without consequence or thought like you deserve a thing evil souls have all been bought

yippity-yap (just shut your traps) you watch too much TeeVee (you really don't know jack) They got you in a rage (like a rhino smoking crack) stop with all the politics (shut your freaking trap)

(Solo)

they said you the shot if you mean to survive the virus it will get you it will surely end your life

they left the big stores open And the amazon still flowed while we suffered locked inside wearing masks and plastic clothes

to control it is not freedom that steers another's moves but these commies they bleed them if they're in the proper mood

take what it is they want without consequence or thought when it is that you complain is when it is that you'll get shot

yippity-yap (just shut your traps) you watch too much TeeVee (you really don't know jack) They got you in a rage (like a rhino smoking crack) stop with all the politics (shut your freaking trap)

(solo)

written and produced by Ronald Allen Bell and G-Dawg Trading~

I invited them all over I had the perfect plan The party would be perfect talked about across the land

everyone was coming Easter would be all the rage all the party needed was some food to set the stage

my dad was making ribs perhaps a little lamb sweet potatoes and some figs roasted slowly in the pan

it was then I realized I'd forgotten to ask grams but I needed not to call her I just telepathed some ham

Telepathic ham, oh, yes, telepathic ham This wouldn't be the first time that you pulled me from a jam Everyone can just bring something and the day would go as planned, no let's go ahead and make it, a telepathic ham

I had to test my theory, so I called upon my dad as Easter it drew near, he would have a grand ole plan

he asked of who was coming and of what each said they'd bring quick with the answer he was not surprised when ham would be their thing

they'd brought it in the past and all were just in awe so for sure they'd do again that which satisfied our jaws

it was then I'd realized Easter would have gotten jammed if not for old reliable telepathic ham

Telepathic ham, oh, yes, telepathic ham This wouldn't be the first time that you pulled me from a jam Everyone can just bring something and the day would go as planned, no let's go ahead and make it, a telepathic ham

Written and produced by Ronald Allen Bell and G-Dawg Trading~

Goodbye, Johnny goodbye another one bites it send him up into the sky

we'll all be left to wonder never know the reason why Goodbye, Johnny goodbye

I came into this world with wide open eyes and to the world I smiled

I came into this world and grew to live a life goodbye, Johnny goodbye

The first thing I would see was my mother's eyes the second thing I'd see was Johnny he would die Goodbye, Johnny goodbye

(synth solo)

I would like to think he lived a filling life he loved to play a tune he had a loving wife goodbye, Johnny goodbye

does he lay in fields of strawberry writing rhymes and smoking herbs is he cruising in his submarine through gardens made of words

will he send communications from the world that lays beyond cosmic salutations from a winding road so long

Goodbye, Johnny goodbye Johnny can't play today Johnny he has died

No one did all they could... no one was wiser all the while... goodbye, Johnny goodbye...

(solo)

[Intro – atmospheric clean guitar, slow arpeggios, heavy reverb] Em C G D (x2, let it ring like distant thunder)[Verse 1 – palm-muted low distortion, brooding and intimate] Em         Bm In the cradle of hills where the sheep once dreamed soft, C         Am a boy with a throat full of ravens stood aloft. Em         Bm “Wolf!” he howled to the sky, a silver lie spun, C         Am and the village rose trembling, pitchforks toward the sun.[Pre-Chorus – rising tension, clean to light crunch] G         D No shadow stirred, no fang kissed the fold— Em         C only his laughter, bright as fresh-spilled gold.[Chorus – full band explosion, soaring emo vocals, big open chords] G     D     Em   C Wolf… wolf… the boy who cried war, G     D     Em   C your voice is the thunder that hollows the shore. G     D     Em   C The sheep learn the silence that follows the roar, G     D     Em   C and the real beast waits where the dead keep score. G D Em C Wolf… wolf… the boy who cried war…[Verse 2 – heavier distortion, marching feel] Em         Bm He grew into iron, a general in gray, C         Am his tongue now a banner that swallowed the day. Em         Bm “Wolf at the border!” he thundered again, C         Am and the sons of the village marched into the rain. [Chorus – even bigger, layered harmonies, let the emotion bleed] (Repeat chorus structure above)

(Guitar Solo – right in the middle, slow and tormented, 16 bars of pure dirge agony Em C G D x3, then resolve on Em Wailing, melodic lead: long, weeping bends, whammy-bar dives, feedback swells, and mournful vibrato that feels like it’s crying for every lie ever told. Starts clean and haunted, then explodes into heavy, screaming distortion—pure emo catharsis over the battlefield of dead trust.)

[Bridge – half-time crush, raw spoken-to-scream delivery, crushing palm mutes] Em         Bm O torment, sweet sister, you walk in their skin— C         Am the ones who believed till belief became sin. G         D Each cry was a nail in the palms of the meek, Em         C each silence a noose that the living still seek. Em         Bm The wolf does not leave; it simply grows vast, C         Am a shadow that feeds on the trust we outlast.[Final Chorus – massive, full-band detonation, screamed and harmonized] G     D     Em   C Wolf… wolf… the boy who cried war… G     D     Em   C the hills are a graveyard, the sky is a scar. G     D     Em   C No voices will answer, no lanterns, no star— G     D     Em   C only the howl that we birthed from afar. G D Em C (let it ring and fade into feedback) Wolf… wolf… the boy who cried war…[Outro – slowing to a crawl, clean guitar returns, almost whispered] Em C G D (fade out with lingering reverb) Sleep… little shepherd… Em         C The flock… is already gone…