Galactic Cinematic Echoes – Volume I

Synopsis:
A symphonic odyssey unfolds in shifting phases, where tones of foreboding shadow meet triumphal resonance. Within its arc lie movements of conquest and exaltation, softened by whispers of romance and fleeting tenderness, only to be drawn back toward intrigue and the inevitable return to conflict. At its center, a lone trumpet rises above silence — a voice of both nobility and sorrow — bridging drama, romance, and tragedy into a unified echo of galactic proportions. Each passage carries ambiguity, hinting at battles unseen, loves unspoken, and destinies unresolved, allowing the listener to imagine their own saga within the unfolding soundscape.

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Galactic Cinematic Echoes - Vol. No. 1 - Drama of Odyssey

Challenge Supernova - Version 2

© 2012–2025 Lance Thomas Davidson. All rights reserved.
Written, composed, and produced by Lance Thomas Davidson.
Unauthorized reproduction, distribution, or adaptation of this work is prohibited under international copyright law.



Two moods diverged within my day,
And rare it was, I need to say,
That happiness, so seldom found,
Stood shining here, without a sound.

For happiness is not a stream,
It casts one circle of its light,
A fleeting glow, a fragile dream,
That carries us through the night.

It came as sudden as the breeze
That stirs the silence of the trees,
Or moon that glows a shade of blue,
A thing one doubts but knows is true.

For happiness is not a stream,
It casts one circle of its light,
A fleeting glow, a fragile dream,
That carries us through the night.

And I, who often walk in care,
Felt brightness settle in the air;
I marked the light upon my face,
And would not let it go to waste.

For moments such as this are brief,
A flicker through the autumn leaf;
Yet when it comes, one must be still,
To take the gift, to drink the fill.

For happiness is not a stream,
It casts one circle of its light,
A fleeting glow, a fragile dream,
That carries us through the night.

I thought of nights when none appears,
When weight is heavy with my fears;
How rare the time when joy comes near,
And how the heart must hold it dear.

And if that light should guide my way,
Through darker hours or disarray,
I’ll take its flame and let it show,
The paths where courage bids me go.

For happiness is not a stream,
It casts one circle of its light,
A fleeting glow, a fragile dream,
That carries us through the night.

So when the night would press me down,
Or tempt me into faceless frown,
I’ll choose to speak, to stand, to dare—
For fleeting joy has taught me there:
That life is won by those who try,
Who risk, who answer, who defy.

And if the crowd should call me still,
To walk their road, to bend my will,
I’ll turn instead where silence calls,
And climb the ridge though shadow falls.
For strength is born where few have trod,
The narrow path that leans on G-d.

Thus when my journey meets its close,
And what I’ve sown at last, it shows,
They’ll say I walked with open eyes,
And braved the dark to claim the skies.
For life is not to drift or bend,
But rise in courage to the end.

For happiness is not a stream,
It casts one circle of its light,
A fleeting glow, a fragile dream,
That carries us through the night.



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Written, composed, and produced by Lance Thomas Davidson.
Any unauthorized use, duplication, or performance of this material without prior written consent is a violation of applicable copyright laws.



Once In A Blue Moon

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Original musical composition, arrangement, and lyrics created by Lance Thomas Davidson.
Portions of this work incorporate limited references to the Mentos brand and slogans (“Fresh and full of life,” “Fresh goes better with Mentos,” etc.) for the purpose of artistic parody and cultural commentary. These references are used under nominative fair use and remain the property of Perfetti Van Melle. No endorsement or sponsorship is implied.

[Intro]
Doo doo doo doo doo-doo, doo waaaaah

[Verse 1]
When the daylight breaks and the world feels new,
Dreams come alive in a sky so blue,
Every heartbeat plays its tune,
And laughter hums a sweet monsoon,
With Mentos fresh and full of life.

[Verse 2]
Down the boulevard where the lights all gleam,
You’re walkin’ tall, you’re chasin’ dreams,
No time for the dull or cruel,
And Mentos keeps you stayin’ fresh and cool,
And Mentos is fresh and full of life.

[Chorus]
Fresh goes better! Mentos freshness!
Fresh goes better with Mentos, fresh and full of life!

[Verse 3]
From busy streets to the ocean side,
You find your groove, you take that ride,
Every moment feels brand new,
Every breeze reminds of you,
With Mentos fresh and full of life.

[Verse 4]
The clock keeps turnin’, but you still shine,
Movin’ smooth through the sands of time,
Style and laughter, your timeless rule,
And Mentos keeps you stayin’ fresh and cool,
And Mentos is fresh and full of life.

[Verse 5]
Catch that spark in the evening light,
Every color feels just right,
Smile wide, no need to hide,
Joy comes easy, side by side,
With Mentos fresh and full of life.

[Bridge]
Cool breeze whispers, rhythm divine,
You own your world, your moment, your line,
The flavor’s bold, the spirit thrives,
’Cause Mentos keeps the day alive!

[Rap Solo]
Yo, step in the vibe, let it flow through your soul,
Mentos on deck, that’s how you roll,
Stayin’ fresh, cool-headed, always in control,
Flip the beat, feel the heat, make it whole,
Every move you make got that minty fuel,
And Mentos keeps you stayin’ fresh and cool!
With Mentos fresh and full of life!

[Outro]
The night fades slow, but your spark stays bright,
Every rhythm dances into the night,
From dawn to dusk, the world feels right,
Fresh goes better with Mentos, fresh and full of life!

© 2025 Lance Thomas Davidson. All Rights Reserved.
Derivative references to Mentos and its advertising phrases are acknowledged as trademarks of Perfetti Van Melle S.p.A. Used under nominative fair use for parody and artistic reinterpretation. All original lyrics, music, arrangement, and recording are the exclusive copyright of Lance Thomas Davidson.



Fresh and Full of Life

Copyright ©2025 Lance Thomas Davidson. All rights reserved.
© Public Domain (Original Text “A Brook in the City,” 1923, by Robert Lee Frost)
Co-Authored Derivative Extended Adaptation Retitled “Currents Under Stone”

Lryics

The farmhouse lingers, though averse to square
With the new city street it has to wear
A number in. But what about the brook
That held the house as in an elbow-crook?

I ask as one who knew the brook, its strength
And impulse, having dipped a finger length
And made it leap my knuckle, having tossed
A flower to try its currents where they crossed.

The meadow grass could be cemented down
From growing under pavements of a town;
The apple trees be sent to hearth-stone flame.
Is water wood to serve a brook the same?

How else dispose of an immortal force
No longer needed? Staunch it at its source
With cinder loads dumped down? The brook was thrown
Deep in a sewer dungeon under stone.

In fetid darkness still to live and run—
And all for nothing it had ever done
Except forget to go in fear perhaps.
No one would know except for ancient maps.

That such a brook ran water. But I wonder
If from its being kept forever under,
The thoughts may not have risen that so keep
This new-built city from both work and sleep.

Beneath the glass and girded light of steel,
The old world hums—a buried pulse, unreal;
It whispers low beneath the traffic’s roar,
The voice of things that flowed and are no more.

The meadow grass could be cemented down
From growing under pavements of a town;
The apple trees be sent to hearth-stone flame.
Is water wood to serve a brook the same?

Each stream we bind returns through dream or mind,
The current lost is never left behind;
Its memory breathes beneath the urban crust,
And stirs the hearts of those who build in dust.

For all our towers scraping heaven’s face,
We cannot still the water’s old embrace;
It waits in chambers where no sunlight gleams,
To haunt our nights with echoes of its dreams.

And if one dawn should crack the street’s design,
And send that buried voice up through the line,
Then we will learn what silence sought to teach—
That nature yields, but never leaves our reach.

The meadow grass could be cemented down
From growing under pavements of a town;
The apple trees be sent to hearth-stone flame.
Is water wood to serve a brook the same?

That such a brook ran water. But I wonder
If from its being kept forever under,
The thoughts may not have risen that so keep
This new-built city from both work and sleep.

Copyright © 2025 Lance Thomas Davidson. All rights reserved.
Co-Written by Robert Lee Frost and Lance Thomas Davidson.



Currents Under Stone

Lance Thomas Davidson | Music Biography
I’m Lance Thomas Davidson, a professional songwriter and producer currently residing in Bali, Indonesia. I create original music that spans multiple genres—including R&B, rap, country, progressive rock, and metal—each crafted with a story that listeners can connect with on a deep level.

My music is recorded by a diverse selection of artists, who, under mutually beneficial non-disclosure agreements, perform as “ghost cover” artists. As the sole owner of the master rights, I offer these productions for licensing in flexible formats. Artists have the option to engage in profit-sharing agreements, purchase the rights outright, or acquire the masters for unlimited editing and distribution, tailored to their creative vision.

I prefer to conduct business exclusively online, maintaining a discreet approach while delivering high-quality music productions worldwide.

© 2024 Lance Thomas Davidson. All Rights Reserved.

Currents Under Stone

Lance Davidson

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