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Lyrics:
Luv Is Everywhere
Performance by artist may deviate slightly from these original lyrics

Verse 1
I was lost in the shadows, searching for truth,
Chasing dreams on the run, fading out of my youth.
Every step I would take, every chance I would miss,
I was dancing alone in the dark like this.

But the rhythm kept calling, pulling me in,
Like a wave on the tide, I was caught in the spin.
I was drifting so far, didn’t know what to find,
Till the beat of the night lit a spark in my mind.

Pre-Chorus
And the stars started singing, every heart found its place,
I could see through the night, every smile on a face.
Like a pulse in my veins, like a glow in the air,
It was luv that was shining, and it led me there.

Chorus
In the night, in the night, it was the light within,
That made me realize luv is everywhere.
Oh, luv is here, luv is near, like a flame in the dark,
Like a whisper of hope that lights every spark.

Verse 2
Every word left unspoken, every tear that would fall,
Was a piece of a song, echoing through it all.
Every path I would wander, every road I would climb,
Was a rhythm of fate keeping time, keeping time.

And I found every answer in the beat of the sound,
In the highs and the lows, in the lost and the found.
When the music would fade, and the silence would grow,
I knew luv was the melody guiding my soul.

Pre-Chorus
And the stars started singing, every note was a fire,
Burning bright through the night, lifting me higher.
Like a flash through the mist, like a glow in the haze,
It was luv that was rising in so many ways.

Bridge
It’s the silence that’s speaking, it’s the dawn breaking through,
It’s the stillness between us, it’s the light in the view.
It’s the way that we’re moving, it’s the pulse and the flow,
It’s the beat of forever, and it’s all that we know.

Verse 3
Every echo of laughter, every smile that we shared,
Every touch of a hand, every soul that once cared.
In the glow of the night, where the world comes alive,
I found luv in the places where dreams never die.

With a flicker of hope, with a shimmer of time,
In the pulse of the beat, in the sway of the line.
I was caught in the magic, like a wave on the shore,
And I knew in that moment, I’d search nevermore.

Grand Finale Outro
In the night, in the night, it was the light I found,
That lifted me up when I was falling down.
Like a flame in the wind, like a heartbeat that sings,
Like a fire that dances, with wide open wings.

It’s the call of the wild, it’s the spark in the air,
It’s the beauty of luv, it’s beyond every care.
Oh, luv is here, luv is there, like a voice in the breeze,
Like the calm of the storm, like the rustle of leaves.

In the night, in the night, it’s the glow of the skies,
It’s the dream that’s alive in every heart’s eyes.
In the night, in the night, let the rhythm go on,
Let it guide every step till the darkness is gone.

Like a star blazing bright, like a fire burning free,
It’s the luv in the night, that will always be.
In the night, in the night, let the rhythm stay true,
As the light of our luv pulls me closer to you.

Copyright © 2024 - 2025
All rights reserved
Written and Produced by
Lance Thomas Davidson

Luv Is Everywhere - Version 2

© 2013–2025 Lance Thomas Davidson. All rights reserved. This composition, Challenge Supernova, also known as Where Were You When We Met the Challenge, together with all associated lyrics, arrangements, and conceptual elements, is an original work created and owned exclusively by Lance Thomas Davidson. All rights of reproduction, distribution, public performance, and digital transmission are reserved in full. No part of this work may be copied, adapted, or used in any medium without the express written consent of the author. Unauthorized duplication or use constitutes a violation of international copyright law.





How many souls dare to evolve?  
How many paths in chaos revolve?  
Where were you when we met the challenge?  
Slowly facing down the call  
Braver than a freefall  
Where were you when we met the challenge?  
Someday you will find me  
Rising through the flood tide  
In a challenge supernova in the sky  
Someday you will find me  
Rising through the flood tide  
In a challenge supernova  
A challenge supernova in the sky  
Stir up the waves and ask them why  
A warrior fights and never sighs  
Brush that fear aside now from your side  
Slowly facing down the call  
Braver than a freefall  
Where were you when we met the challenge?  
Someday you will find me  
Rising through the flood tide  
In a challenge supernova in the sky  
Someday you will find me  
Rising through the flood tide  
In a challenge supernova  
A challenge supernova  
'Cause people believe  
That they're gonna duck and hide through the thunder  
But you and I, we rise and fly  
The world's still spinnin' 'round, we don't know why  
Why, why, why, why  
How many souls dare to evolve?  
How many paths in chaos revolve?  
Where were you when we met the challenge?  
Slowly facing down the call  
Braver than a freefall  
Where were you when we met the challenge?  
Someday you will find me  
Rising through the flood tide  
In a challenge supernova in the sky  
Someday you will find me  
Rising through the flood tide  
In a challenge supernova  
A challenge supernova  
'Cause people believe  
That they're gonna duck and hide through the thunder  
But you and I, we rise and fly  
The world's still spinnin' 'round, we don't know why  
Why, why, why, why  
Na, na, na  
Na, na, na  
Na, na, na  
Na, na, na  
Na, na, na  
Na, na, na  
Na, na  
Na, na  
Na, na, na  
How many souls dare to evolve?  
How many paths in chaos revolve?  
Where were you when we met the challenge?  
We met the challenge  
We met the challenge  
We met the challenge  
We met the challenge  
We met the challenge  
We met the challenge  
We met the challenge  
We met the challenge  
We met the challenge

Challenge Supernova - Version 1

© 1997 – 2025 Lance Thomas Davidson. All Rights Reserved. Unauthorized reproduction, distribution, or adaptation of this lyrical work, in whole or in part, is strictly prohibited without prior written consent of the author.

[Verse 1] Somewhere beyond the rainbow, high and free, Lies a place I dreamed of in my reverie. Somewhere beyond the rainbow, skies unfold, And the dreams you chase turn bright as gold.

[Chorus] Someday I’ll reach for a shining star, And wake where the distant heavens are. Where worries fade like morning dew, Above the clouds, I’ll think of you.

[Verse 2] Somewhere beyond the rainbow, bluebirds roam, Singing of love that guides them home. If they can soar past earth and sky, Tell me, my heart, oh why can’t I?

[Verse 3] Beyond the mist where colors gleam, A land of peace, a living dream. Whispers of dawn through silver air, Calling me softly, I’ll find you there.

[Chorus 2] Every shadow drifts to light, Turning sorrow into flight. Hearts embrace the sweet unknown, Finding calm where dreams are sown.

[Verse 4] Up where the stars and wishes play, Night becomes a bright ballet. Mountains gleam and rivers sing, Time stands still on crystal wings.

[Chorus 3] No walls remain, no tears remain, Only joy in soft refrain. Souls awaken, hope is born, And love ascends with every morn.

[Outro] If happy little bluebirds fly, Beyond the rainbow in the sky, Then one day too, with wings untied, I’ll find that place where dreams abide.

© 1997 – 2025 Lance Thomas Davidson. All Rights Reserved. This work is protected under U.S. and international copyright laws. Reproduction or performance requires the express written authorization of the copyright holder.



Somewhere Beyond the Rainbow 🌈 - Version 4

Through a Reading Rainbow
Written & Produced by Lance Thomas Davidson © 2025 — All Rights Reserved.
No section of these lyrics, melodies, or melodic arrangements — whether wholly or partially, separately or togetherly — may be reproduced, distributed, transmitted, or adapted in any form without the express written permission of the author. Unlimited non-commercial personal use and promotional sharing are permitted.

[intro]
Butterfly in the blue, I can drift there too.
Read it; it’s in a book,
It’s there for you to see 
Ways to grow, ways to know,
Through a Reading Rainbow.

[verse 1]
I can fly anywhere,
Dreams are waiting there.
Seeds to sow, hearts to know,
Through a Reading Rainbow.

[versse 2]
Stories rise in the light,
Words that guide the night.
Read it; it’s in a book,
It’s there for you to see 
Ways to grow, ways to know,
Through a Reading Rainbow.

[verse 3]
Every tale has a door,
Leading to much more.
Read it; it’s in a book,
It’s there for you to see 
Paths to find, minds to climb,
Through a Reading Rainbow.

[verse 4]
Dreams can turn into skies,
Seen through younger eyes.
Read it; it’s in a book,
It’s there for you to see 
Hearts to show, souls to glow,
Through a Reading Rainbow.

[rap section]
Open your mind, let the letters ignite,
Flip the page and you’re chasing the light.
Every word got wings, they take flight,
Turnin’ dark nights into days so bright.
Ink drips gold when the story unfolds,
Every line’s a treasure, more rare than gold.
Dreams on paper, hearts untold,
Reading’s the flame that never grows cold.
Ride that rainbow, let your spirit flow,
Grow what you read and reap what you know.

[bridge]
Read it; it’s in a book,
It’s there for you to see 
Ways to grow, ways to know,
Through a Reading Rainbow.

[chorus]
Seeds to sow,
Dreams to grow,
Through a Reading Rainbow.

[outro]
Read it; it’s in a book,
It’s there for you to see —
Ways to grow, ways to know,
Through a Reading Rainbow.



Through a Reading Rainbow

I Lost My Wallet in El Segundo
© 2025 Lance Thomas Davidson. All Rights Reserved.
Written, Composed, and Produced by Lance Thomas Davidson.

I woke up sweatin’ in a cheap café,
The waitress said, “Señor, you gonna pay?”
I said, “Funny thing, I would if I could,
But my wallet took off... ain’t that good?”
So I hit the street, all sand and sun,
Lookin’ for leather, but I found fun...
A mariachi crew with brass and soul,
Played “Cielito Lindo” till they took my toll.

I lost my wallet in El Segundo,
The trumpets blared and tequila flowed.
Now I’m payin’ off tabs I don’t even owe,
Chasin’ shadows where the warm winds blow.
Thought I found it... turns out, no,
In the land of sand and the neon glow.
I lost my wallet in El Segundo...
And man, that’s just how stories go.

The bar man winked, said, “This one’s free,”
Next round came... cost infinity.
I said, “My friend, that’s not what I meant,”
He said, “You drink one, that’s a binding event.”
So I grabbed a rag, joined the staff,
Washin’ dishes, the band still laughed.
Trumpets playin’, they wouldn’t quit,
I’m singin’ backup just to cover my debt.

I lost my wallet in El Segundo,
Chasin’ dreams in a sideways flow.
Mariachi singin’, “Señor, olé!”
While I mop the floor and fade away.
If you see my ID, please let me know,
Guess fate’s got jokes today, amigo.
El Segundo took my dough,
And left me hummin’ soft and low.

Then the light got weird, my head got tight,
The world went hazy, I lost the fight.
Woke up starin’ at a busted sign,
Bus stop, East L.A. line.
I said, “Wait a minute, this ain’t the show,
Ain’t no mariachi, where’d they go?”
Checked my pockets, not a cent in tow,
Guess El Segundo was all in the glow.

The asphalt shimmered, the bus rolled by,
A pigeon stared with a judging eye.
I laughed and said, “Man, that’s rich,
Lost my wallet and my mind in a glitch.”
The driver said, “Hop in, no fee,”
I said, “You sure?”... he said, “Buddy, I see.
You’re cooked, sunburned, maybe deranged...
But El Segundo’s far, and dreams get strange.”

So now I’m ridin’, hummin’ that tune,
The one they played beneath that moon.
Was it real, or a fevered game?
I still smell tequila when they call my name.
And maybe life’s a mariachi band,
You wave your hands... don’t understand.
They play your song till you fade from view,
Then wake up broke... but brand new too.

I lost my wallet in El Segundo,
Runnin’ on hope and a bus-stop flow.
Tequila dreams and desert pride,
Guess I found myself where I nearly died.
El Segundo? No go, it seems,
Just a heatstroke wrapped in dreams.
If you lose your way in that sunlit glow,
Don’t chase your wallet... just let it go.

#ILostMyWalletInElSegundo
#MariachiDreams
#TequilaAndHeatstroke
#NeonDesertTales
#BasedOnATrueStory



Lost My Wallet In El Segundo - based on a true story

Luv So Real, No Bologna Feel
© 2025 Lance Thomas Davidson. All Rights Reserved.
Written, composed, and produced by Lance Thomas Davidson.
Unauthorized reproduction, distribution, performance, or adaptation of this musical work, in whole or in part, without express written consent of the author, is strictly prohibited under international copyright law.
All lyrical, melodic, and rhythmic components remain the sole intellectual property of Lance Thomas Davidson.

[Lyrics: Luv So Real, No Bologna Feel]

Yeah, yeah, we vibin’ tonight,
Afrobeat fire, rhythm so tight.

Don’t say you want it hot hot all night,
Then run away when the sun get bright.
You whisper luv, then you lose your sight,
Sayin’ forever, but you ghost by light.

Everybody movin’, bodies in sync,
Sippin’ the vibe, don’t overthink.
Feelin’ that rush, on the edge we brink,
Truth in the rhythm, we rise or sink.

You say you want it hot hot all night,
So you can get taught taught taught right.
Then in the morning you don’t want want want,
Everybody get excited, but life ain’t bologna, nah.
’Cause if you treat luv like beef on the plate,
Karma gon’ cook it, serve your fate.

Girl, your talk sweet, but your move too sly,
Smile say heaven, but your eyes don’t lie.
Luv ain’t play, it’s the real supply,
Don’t fake the feel, don’t testify.

You say you want it hot hot all night,
So you can get taught taught taught right.
Then in the morning you don’t want want want,
Everybody get excited, but life ain’t bologna, nah.
’Cause when you feed lies like beef in the street,
Karma gon’ fry it serve that heat.

Some chase thrills but forget the peace,
Lovin’ like rent, pay then lease.
Heart ain’t a game, it need release,
Truth and rhythm, sweet like grease.

You say you want it hot hot all night,
So you can get taught taught taught right.
Then in the morning you don’t want want want,
Everybody get excited, but life ain’t bologna, nah.
You serve up fake, but the bill come late,
Karma still knockin’ at your gate.

Now you call when your nights turn cold,
Wishin’ that luv was bought, not sold.
The beat still spin, the story retold,
Don’t chase the glitter, keep your gold.

Yeah, I’m the vibe with the bassline thunder,
Truth cut deep, make the fakers wonder.
You flex with talk, but your soul go under,
Luv ain’t luck, it’s a test of hunger.
Hot like Lagos, smooth like silk,
Fake talk sour, real move like milk.
Catch that wave or drown in guilt,
Respect the bond, that’s how it’s built.
No cap, karma spin like wheel,
Play with the heart it’s the fire you’ll feel.

Dance slow, let the fire breathe,
Feel that truth, don’t make believe.
Every lie you weave in the eve,
Come back strong when your heart can’t leave.

You say you want it hot hot all night,
So you can get taught taught taught right.
Then in the morning you don’t want want want,
Everybody get excited, but life ain’t bologna, nah.
When you treat luv cheap, just for show,
Karma gon’ teach what you need to know.

Hot hot, we burn in the zone,
Taught taught, don’t play with the tone.
Want want, leave that fake alone,
Life ain’t bologna it cut to the bone.
Real luv last when the lies all gone,
Beat still vibin’, but truth live on.



Luv So Real, No Bologna Feel

Η Φλόγα Μέσα Μου Ζει

Written, Composed, and Produced by Lance Thomas Davidson © 2025.
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Title: Η Φλόγα Μέσα Μου Ζει

Μην τη σβήσεις τη φλόγα σου,
αν χαμηλώσει, θα χαθεί·
φύλαξ’ την μέσα στην καρδιά,
σαν ήλιο που ζεσταίνει τη γη.

Σπίθα να γίνει η καρδιά,
να μην τη σβήσει η καταιγίδα,
να γίνει θάλασσα πλατιά,
να βρίσκεις μέσα σου ελπίδα.

Να γίνεις ήλιος στη ζωή,
να δίνεις φως, να δίνεις χάρη,
να λιώνεις πάγους των καιρών,
να κάνεις κάθε πόνο στάρι.

Νερά της νιότης καθαρά,
να ποτιστεί η ψυχή σου πάλι,
κι ένα αηδόνι στ’ ανοιχτά,
να κελαηδά στου ήλιου το χάδι.

Να γίνεις ήλιος στη ζωή,
να δίνεις φως, να δίνεις χάρη,
να λιώνεις πάγους των καιρών,
να κάνεις κάθε πόνο στάρι.

Κι αν πέσεις, σήκω μια φορά,
με φως να πλύνεις την πληγή·
το λάθος δείχνει τη χαρά,
πως ζεις αληθινά στη γη.

Να γίνεις ήλιος στη ζωή,
να δίνεις φως, να δίνεις χάρη,
να λιώνεις πάγους των καιρών,
να κάνεις κάθε πόνο στάρι.

Μη λησμονήσεις το σκοπό,
ούτε το πρώτο σου όνειρο,
γιατί το θάρρος κι ο καημός
γεννούν το νέο άστρο στον ουρανό.

Να γίνεις ήλιος στη ζωή,
να δίνεις φως, να δίνεις χάρη,
να λιώνεις πάγους των καιρών,
να κάνεις κάθε πόνο στάρι.

Κι όταν το φως χαθεί ξανά,
και η σιωπή σε κυκλώσει,
άκου το αηδόνι στη νυχτιά,
πως με τραγούδι σε λυτρώνει.

Μέσα στη στάχτη θα βρεθεί,
σπίθα μικρή να σε φωτίσει·
να λες: «Η φλόγα η δική μου ζει,
και τίποτα δεν θα τη σβήσει.»



Η Φλόγα Μέσα Μου Ζει – The Flame Within Me Lives

Title: Wanted by the Road (Live)

Preamble:
This track captures the spirit of the traveling musician, a soul bound to the highway, to the stage lights, and to the fleeting applause of a thousand strangers. Each verse traces a lifetime of worn boots, empty rings, and endless miles, where love and loneliness trade places like day and dusk. The song stands as a testament to every drifter who’s ever found home in the hum of an engine and the echo of a crowd.

Disclaimer:
Live performance simulation effect was applied post-recording to emulate the acoustic resonance and audience ambiance of an authentic stage performance. All soundscape overlays, crowd atmospherics, and reverb effects were digitally reproduced to maintain the integrity of a live concert experience.

Written, Composed, and Produced by Lance Thomas Davidson ©️ 2025

Been on this road near thirty-five years,
No wife, just miles and a crowd that cheers.
My home’s a stage, my kin’s the band,
And the truth still burns in a calloused hand.

Worn out, tired on the road again,
Dust and diesel, my oldest friends.
Cold wind bites, then summer burns,
Every town another lesson learned.
Got a song for every scar,
And the nights that take me far.

Yeah, I’m wanted, just not by the law,
Wanted by the lights, by the crowd’s raw draw.
By the barroom laughter, the jukebox cry,
By the lonely hearts that pass me by.
I’m wanted by the miles I roam,
But never by a place called home.

Married three times, but they all said goodbye,
Each one swore she’d stay, each one lied.
Signed those papers, love slipped through my hands,
Guess the road took more than the wedding bands.
Still I sing, still I stand,
With a ringless finger and a guitar in hand.

Yeah, I’m wanted, just not by the law,
Wanted by the stories I can’t withdraw.
By the dreams that whisper where I’ve been,
By the sins I wash in Tennessee gin.
I’m wanted by the miles I roam,
But never by a place called home.

Some things you lose, some things you keep,
The road don’t rest, and the heart don’t sleep.
Dreams get traded for gas and strings,
And peace gets lost in the songs I sing.
But I keep drivin’, through joy and pain,
’Cause the highway calls my name again.

Yeah, I’m wanted, just not by the law,
Wanted by the lights, by the crowd’s encore.
By the smoke-filled bars and the sweet refrain,
By the echoes that call my name again.
I’m wanted by the miles I roam,
But never by a place called home.

Wallet’s full, but it never stays,
Liquor and friends, they wash it away.
I buy the rounds, I play the tunes,
Under fading cowboy moons.
They cheer my name, but when it’s done,
I’m left alone with the setting sun.

Yeah, I’m wanted, just not by the law,
Wanted by the night, by the crowd’s last draw.
By the silence left when the lights go dim,
By the echoes fading from a worn-out hymn.
I’m wanted by the miles I roam,
But never by a place called home.

Now sixty years, and the miles still roll,
The road’s got claim to my heart and soul.
Crowds get younger, the nights grow long,
But I still live inside each song.
My voice is rough, but the truth still stands,
You can’t outgrow a ramblin’ man.

Some say settle, hang up the boots,
But the stage still calls with deep-set roots.
The crowd still hums that sweet refrain,
And I find my youth in the sound again.
It ain’t the fame, it’s where I belong,
A life well spent in a country song.

Ain’t no chains, but I ain’t free,
This road’s a promise that’s claimin’ me.
I keep on runnin’, can’t explain,
The music’s joy, the heart’s old pain.

Yeah, I’m wanted, by the stage and song,
By the life that pulls me along.
By the road that knows my name,
By the fire that feeds the flame.
Not by the law, nor any man’s hand,
But by the soul of a ramblin’ man.



Wanted By The Road- Live

Ef ég aðeins hefði heila (If I Only Had a Brain)

Saminn, tónsmiðaður og framleiddur af Lance Thomas Davidson ©️ 2025
Öll réttindi áskilin. Óheimilt er að afrita, dreifa, breyta, birta eða flytja verkið, í heild eða að hluta, án skriflegs samþykkis höfundar. Þetta verk nýtur fullrar verndar samkvæmt íslenskum höfundalögum nr. 73/1972, Bernarsamningnum, og öðrum alþjóðlegum lögum um höfundarrétt.

[Inngangur]
Ég velti því fyrir mér — hvernig lífið væri ef ég aðeins hefði heila...
Ef ég aðeins hefði heila...

[Erindi 1]
Ég gæti elt hugsanir mínar niður kanínuhol, þar sem bergmálið ríkir blítt,
Um ganga dagsins, þar sem ljósið teiknar sitt líf í hvítt.
Klukkur brettu út blöð sín, meðan móðan lýsti mitt vist,
Hver hugsun væri undur, sem enginn maður misst.
Heimurinn syngi í samhljómi, enginn draumur væri til einskis neinn,
Ef ég aðeins hefði heila.

[Erindi 2]
Ég gæti mælt hvíslandi stjörnur og kortlagt lag jarðarinnar fín,
Samsett andardrátt morguns og teiknað hádegis lín.
Ég myndi velta öllum spurningum sem skynsemin kann,
Byggja brú af þekkingu sem tíminn brýtur ei mann.
Sannleikur blómstraði í samræmi við sólskins grein,
Ef ég aðeins hefði heila.

[Erindi 3]
Ég myndi reika um sköpun þar sem þöglar stjörnur spinna sinn dans,
Telja hjartslátt merkingarinnar í sólskuggans glans.
Klukkur brettu út blöð sín, blekið varð himinn blár,
Og hvert mitt orð lærði flugið, eins og fugl sem ár.
Sál mín snerist að skynsemi og skynsemin varð mín ein,
Ef ég aðeins hefði heila.

[Erindi 4]
Engin strá né þræðir gætu bundið þá hugsun sem ég sá,
Því hver neisti visku reis upp, stóð einn og stóð þá.
Ég flækti mig í þversögnum þar til viskan bar mitt nafn,
Markaði spor í minni heimsins, eilíft sem logandi hafn.
Og aftur myndi ég elta hugsanir mínar niður hol og heim,
Ef ég aðeins hefði heila.

[Erindi 5]
Ég myndi lesa játningu vindsins í hvísli gegnum korn,
Og finna kóða þrumunnar sem endurtekur sinn son.
Hvert andartak skrifaði merkingu sem náttúran gat einn,
Ef ég aðeins hefði heila.

[Erindi 6]
Ég myndi móta hljóð þagnar þar sem dagsljós beygir sinn kant,
Og rekja jaðar röksemdarinnar sem enginn endir fann.
Ég kastaði hugsunum mínum eins og skuggum um geimsins stein,
Ef ég aðeins hefði heila.

[Lokaþáttur]
Ég dreymdi óteljandi spurningar sem engin hjarta feik,
Byggja sannleik minn úr stjörnuljósi sem fellur eins og regn bleik.
Klukkur brettu út blöð sín — undrunin varð minn seim,
Ef ég aðeins hefði heila.



Ef ég aðeins hefði heila (If I Only Had a Brain)

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Epstein Island – The Hidden Truth
Part 1

They said there ain’t no files, no folders to find,
But San Juan’s vaults are logged and signed.
From July arrest to August raid,
Five hundred million in assets weighed.
Drives and disks, the hidden kind,
Barcodes stamped, each crate aligned.
They searched the rooms, the walls, the halls,
Yet claimed they’d found no “files” at all.

Little Saint James under coastal sun,
Helipads shimmer where the guests would run.
Jewels and gold in numbered trays,
Artworks sealed in lacquered haze.
USBs tagged, cold wallets stored,
Encrypted keys the Feds secured.
The servers stacked, the safe-room keyed,
Every byte a witness they’ll never read.

No files, they say, no paper trail,
But the data speaks beneath the veil.
No folders found, no index shown,
Yet the hard drives hum in a world unknown.

Nine men signed the San Juan chain,
Each seal recorded, each crate by name.
Digital evidence, asset line,
Container counts in barcode time.
Quantico waits, D.C. holds tight,
The District Court stalled the oversight.
They seized the goods, they froze the pay,
But the truth stayed boxed in a hangar bay.

Civil suits drew the treasure maps,
Cash exchanged through legal gaps.
One-oh-five million the Islands’ claim,
The Feds took stock and marked each frame.
Sixty million the islands sold,
Yet no account of the bars of gold.
The townhouse cleared, the yachts displaced,
A kingdom of evidence still encased.

Private server in a marble room,
Humming low in the island’s gloom.
Email chains, encrypted threads,
Unopened logs where the traffic bled.
CCTV in mirrored halls,
Guests recorded through every wall.
The digital core, not the paper kind,
Holds every truth they’ve left behind.

No files, they say, no paper trail,
But the data speaks beneath the veil.
No folders found, no index shown,
Yet the hard drives hum in a world unknown.

Safe room vault where the guests would leave,
Rings and watches they’d not retrieve.
Cold wallets numbered, tags assigned,
Belongings sealed for “peace of mind.”
If those drives reached D.C.’s gate,
They hold the keys to every fate.
Evidence boxed, but justice stalled,
By hands too cautious, by voices called.

Now San Juan knows what Washington keeps,
The crates, the tags, the data that sleeps.
No files, no list, no paper word,
Yet every byte has been transferred.
The chain of custody tells the tale,
Barcodes locked beyond the veil.
They searched for folders, not the proof inside,
The evidence lives though the “files” have died.

So ask not where the folders lie,
They never lived, they never die.
The evidence hums in a coded refrain,
Truth encrypted, sealed in chain.
No files exist, but records stay,
In digital vaults where night meets day.



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Epstein Island - The Hidden Truth - part 1

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.

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Epstein Island - The Hidden Truth - part 1

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