© 2025 LANCE THOMAS DAVIDSON. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.
No section of these lyrics, composition, melodic structure, or harmonic sequence—whether whole or in part—may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, including photocopying, recording, or other electronic or mechanical methods, without the prior written permission of the author, except in cases of brief quotations embodied in critical reviews or personal, non-commercial use.

This work is a dramatized reflection set after an atomic apocalypse, in which the surviving children—the last ungoverned generation—refuse the restoration of old systems, hierarchies, or imposed leadership. Having inherited the ruins of those who destroyed themselves, they sing not of despair but of renewal, rejecting the concept of rulers, presidents, and teachers as instruments of control. Their collective voice rises from the ashes, declaring a new path of independence and unity, unmarred by manipulation, war, or administrative domination.

From the debris, from the fall,
We rise again and we heed the call.
No more mistakes, we’ve paid the price,
From ashes born, we roll the dice.
We are the children, the ones left behind,
Abandoned by those who destroyed their own kind.

And I wonder if we’ll ever change our ways,
Living in fear till the end of days.

We don’t need a stand-in to be our Hero,
We have no need to learn the path back.
Our hearts still burn through all the sorrow,
All we want is life beyond tomorrow.

We’re searching for truth that we can hold,
In a world gone dim, where hearts grow cold.
Love and mercy, they’re drawing near,
The age of light will soon appear.
Everything false will fade and die,
Like clouds dissolving in the sky.

And I wonder if we’ll ever change our ways,
Living in fear till the end of days.

Every child declares with hope to follow,
We don’t need a stand-in to be our Hero.
Our hearts still burn through all the sorrow,
All we want is life beyond tomorrow.

How do we shape the lives we lead,
Planting the roots of a brand-new seed?
Will our story shine or fade away,
Or light the dark with a brighter day?
Give all you are, or not at all,
Rise to your feet, refuse to fall.

We don’t need a stand-in to be our Hero,
We have no need to learn the path back.
Our hearts still burn through all the sorrow,
All we want is life beyond tomorrow.

From deep within, our strength awakes,
Through storm and fire, the spirit shakes.
No chain can bind, no wall contain,
We rise again from loss and pain.
Through every trial, through every scar,
We find out who we truly are.

And I wonder when we’ll claim our power,
To bloom in chaos, in the darkest hour.

We don’t need a stand-in to be our Hero,
We have no need to learn the path back.
Our hearts still burn through all the sorrow,
All we want is life beyond tomorrow.

Defying the whispers that speak of fall,
We stand together, we conquer all.
We fight through shadows, break the chain,
Turn despair into strength again.
Hope is the spark, the flame we keep,
Awakening hearts that once fell asleep.

And I wonder when we’ll claim our power,
To bloom in chaos, in the darkest hour.

Every voice echoes with strength to follow,
We don’t need a stand-in to be our Hero.
Our hearts still burn through all the sorrow,
All we want is life beyond tomorrow.



Life Beyond Tomorrow

Written, Illustrated, and Produced by Lance Thomas Davidson

© 2025 Lance Thomas Davidson. All Rights Reserved. All lyrics, compositions, performances, recordings, arrangements, illustrations, visual artworks, album covers, design elements, and master rights—whether created individually, collectively, or in collaboration—constitute the exclusive intellectual property of Lance Thomas Davidson. This protection extends to all derivative, adapted, expanded, sampled, visual, digital, mechanical, printed, or reproduced forms, in whole or in part.

No portion of these works, including imagery, cover art, music, lyrics, or sound recordings, may be used, reproduced, distributed, displayed, modified, or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, without prior written consent from Lance Thomas Davidson.

All rights of the author, composer, producer, and artist are asserted and fully protected under international copyright, intellectual property, and moral rights law. Any unauthorized use or reproduction constitutes a violation of those rights and will be subject to full legal enforcement.


Turn around to face your fears
Gaze upon what appears.
The answer to its secrets is
The reflection of our lives.
And all the hidden places inside
Is the answer to the NeverEnding Story.

Dreams are born from trials we face,
Each misstep leaves a shining trace.
The path to light is paved with pain,
But every fall’s a seed of gain.
Rise again through doubt and flame,
For failure carves the heart of aim.

The mystery of our lives
Is a secret that forever lies
In the never-ending story’s eyes
Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah
The whispers of our destiny
Unfold within its melody
The mystery of our lives
Is a secret that lives in the never-ending story
Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah

From loss we learn, from risk we grow,
Each ember sparks the inner glow.
To conquer fear is to be reborn,
To chase the light through every storm.
For every fall renews the climb,
And every heartbeat sings in time.

Tale
Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah

Pretend that I exist in all places
Concealed within the verses
Inscribed on the sheets
Lies the solution to an eternal tale
Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah

Fear’s the gate that guards the sky,
Only the brave dare learn to fly.
Within the storm, your strength is true,
The fire inside will carry you through.
Hold to your dream, don’t turn away,
The dawn awaits beyond the gray.

Ascend to the heavens
Soar through an illusion
Envision a vision
And what manifests shall exist
Verses that guard their mysteries
Shall reveal themselves beyond the mists
And there atop the arc of colors
Lies the solution to an eternal tale
Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah

Display no dread
For she might vanish
Within your grasp
The dawn of a fresh era

Verses that guard their mysteries
Shall reveal themselves beyond the mists
And there atop the arc of colors
Lies the solution to an eternal tale
Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah

Welcomes you to the NeverEnding story
Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah
Welcomes you to the NeverEnding story
Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah
Welcomes you to the NeverEnding story
Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah
Welcomes you to the NeverEnding story
Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah

Never Ending Story - Version 1

Written, Illustrated, and Produced by Lance Thomas Davidson

© 2025 Lance Thomas Davidson. All Rights Reserved. All lyrics, compositions, performances, recordings, arrangements, illustrations, visual artworks, album covers, design elements, and master rights—whether created individually, collectively, or in collaboration—constitute the exclusive intellectual property of Lance Thomas Davidson. This protection extends to all derivative, adapted, expanded, sampled, visual, digital, mechanical, printed, or reproduced forms, in whole or in part.

No portion of these works, including imagery, cover art, music, lyrics, or sound recordings, may be used, reproduced, distributed, displayed, modified, or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, without prior written consent from Lance Thomas Davidson.

All rights of the author, composer, producer, and artist are asserted and fully protected under international copyright, intellectual property, and moral rights law. Any unauthorized use or reproduction constitutes a violation of those rights and will be subject to full legal enforcement.

Musical Lyrics 

Turn around, face your fear,
See the truth that’s drawing near.
In reflections deep and wide,
Lies the heart we try to hide.
Every shadow, every story,
Shines within the NeverEnding Story.

Pretend I live where echoes gleam,
Inside the folds of every dream.
Written words that softly soar,
Hide the key to forevermore.
The song of time keeps spinning free,
Whispering through eternity.

Swallow your fear and dread, my friend,
For courage will not break or bend.
Hold the dawn, don’t let it fade,
A fresh new era’s now been made.
The stars awake, the winds align,
The heart remembers it’s divine.

Rise to the heavens, break through illusion,
Find your reflection in love’s conclusion.
Vurses that whisper through silver and gold,
Reveal their truth when the mists unfold.
And there on the arc of colors’ glory,
Shines the heart of the eternal story.

Dreams are born from trials we face,
Each scar becomes a soft embrace.
The light ahead through pain is shown,
Every loss becomes our own.
Rise again through flame and fight,
Failure forges guiding light.

Fear’s the gate that guards the sky,
Only the brave will learn to fly.
In thunder’s call your truth is found,
The fire lifts you from the ground.
Hold to hope, don’t turn away,
The dawn is written in the gray.

The mystery of life inside,
Forever in our hearts will hide.
In the story’s eyes we see
The mirror of eternity.
Through whispers soft, through destiny,
Unfolds the song of what shall be.

From loss we rise, from risk we bloom,
Each ember breaks the endless gloom.
To chase the light through every storm
Is how the soul is reborn.
Every fall renews the climb,
Every beat keeps perfect time.

Story calls from deep within,
Where every end begins again.
Through endless dreams the heart will soar,
To find the truth it searched before.
Beyond the veil where shadows play,
A brighter dawn will light the way.
In every heart, the flame will stay,
Guiding us home through night and day.

[Final Chorus]
Vurses guard their mysteries tight,
Revealing truth beyond the night.
And there atop the arc so high,
The answer burns across the sky.

[Final Outro]
Welcome home to the NeverEnding Story,
Where every fall rewrites the Story.
Welcome home to the NeverEnding Story,
Forever bound in dream and memory.



Never Ending Story - Version 2

Written, Illustrated, and Produced by Lance Thomas Davidson

© 2025 Lance Thomas Davidson. All Rights Reserved. All lyrics, compositions, performances, recordings, arrangements, illustrations, visual artworks, album covers, design elements, and master rights—whether created individually, collectively, or in collaboration—constitute the exclusive intellectual property of Lance Thomas Davidson. This protection extends to all derivative, adapted, expanded, sampled, visual, digital, mechanical, printed, or reproduced forms, in whole or in part.

No portion of these works, including imagery, cover art, music, lyrics, or sound recordings, may be used, reproduced, distributed, displayed, modified, or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, without prior written consent from Lance Thomas Davidson.

All rights of the author, composer, producer, and artist are asserted and fully protected under international copyright, intellectual property, and moral rights law. Any unauthorized use or reproduction constitutes a violation of those rights and will be subject to full legal enforcement.

Musical Lyrics

Turn around, face your fear,
See the truth that’s drawing near.
In reflections deep and wide,
Lies the heart we try to hide.
Every shadow, every story,
Shines within the NeverEnding Story.

Pretend I live where echoes gleam,
Inside the folds of every dream.
Written words that softly soar,
Hide the key to forevermore.
The song of time keeps spinning free,
Whispering through eternity.

Swallow your fear and dread, my friend,
For courage will not break or bend.
Hold the dawn, don’t let it fade,
A fresh new era’s now been made.
The stars awake, the winds align,
The heart remembers it’s divine.

Rise to the heavens, break through illusion,
Find your reflection in love’s conclusion.
Vurses that whisper through silver and gold,
Reveal their truth when the mists unfold.
And there on the arc of colors’ glory,
Shines the heart of the eternal story.

Dreams are born from trials we face,
Each scar becomes a soft embrace.
The light ahead through pain is shown,
Every loss becomes our own.
Rise again through flame and fight,
Failure forges guiding light.

Fear’s the gate that guards the sky,
Only the brave will learn to fly.
In thunder’s call your truth is found,
The fire lifts you from the ground.
Hold to hope, don’t turn away,
The dawn is written in the gray.

The mystery of life inside,
Forever in our hearts will hide.
In the story’s eyes we see
The mirror of eternity.
Through whispers soft, through destiny,
Unfolds the song of what shall be.

From loss we rise, from risk we bloom,
Each ember breaks the endless gloom.
To chase the light through every storm
Is how the soul is reborn.
Every fall renews the climb,
Every beat keeps perfect time.

Story calls from deep within,
Where every end begins again.
Through endless dreams the heart will soar,
To find the truth it searched before.
Beyond the veil where shadows play,
A brighter dawn will light the way.
In every heart, the flame will stay,
Guiding us home through night and day.

[Final Chorus]
Vurses guard their mysteries tight,
Revealing truth beyond the night.
And there atop the arc so high,
The answer burns across the sky.

[Final Outro]
Welcome home to the NeverEnding Story,
Where every fall rewrites the Story.
Welcome home to the NeverEnding Story,
Forever bound in dream and memory.



Never Ending Story - Version 3

© 2025 Lance Thomas Davidson. All Rights Reserved.

Title: Stay at Home, My Heart
Based on the poem: “Song” by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (Public Domain)
Adaptation, Expansion, and Musical Composition by: Lance Thomas Davidson

This work is an original musical and lyrical adaptation of a public-domain poem by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow.
The adaptation expands the poem into a modern song form, introducing new verses, a 10-bar vocal solo, a bridge, and complete musical structuring suitable for vocal and instrumental performance.
All new lyrical, melodic, rhythmic, and structural elements reformatting of the original poem for musical adaptation are wholly original and the sole property of Lance Thomas Davidson.
The underlying text by Longfellow remains in the public domain.

No portion of the lyrics, melody, arrangement, or performance format—whether in whole or in part—may be reproduced, distributed, performed, or adapted without the express written consent of the copyright holder.

Classification: Derivative Musical Work
Source: Public Domain Poem by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Copyright Owner: Lance Thomas Davidson
Year of Copyright: 2025

Stay at Home, My Heart
Written and Adapted by Lance Thomas Davidson
(Based on Henry Wadsworth Longfellow’s public domain poem)
© 2025 Lance Thomas Davidson. All Rights Reserved.

Stay, stay at home, my heart, and rest,
Stay, stay at home, my heart, and rest.

Home-keeping hearts are happiest,
For those that wander, they know not where,
Are full of trouble and full of care;
To stay at home is best.

Home-keeping hearts are happiest,
For those that wander, they know not where,
Are full of trouble and full of care;
To stay at home is best.

Weary and homesick and distressed,
They wander east, they wander west,
And are baffled and beaten and blown about
By the winds of the wilderness of doubt;
To stay at home is best.

Home-keeping hearts are happiest,
For those that wander, they know not where,
Are full of trouble and full of care;
To stay at home is best.

Then stay at home, my heart, and rest;
The bird is safest in its nest;
O’er all that flutter their wings and fly,
A hawk is hovering in the sky;
To stay at home is best.

The dawn may call with silver light,
And tempt the soul to take its flight,
But peace resides where love is near,
Where every whisper calms the fear;
To stay at home is best.

The world may promise golden dreams,
But all is not the way it seems;
The heart grows wise when still and true,
For all it seeks lies close to you;
To stay at home is best.

Stay my heart, don’t roam too far,
Peace is where you are,
No storm can tear apart,
The stillness in your heart,
Stay, my love, stay home.

The rivers flow, the seasons turn,
Yet restless hearts still yearn and yearn;
But love will bloom where roots are deep,
And guard the dreams our souls must keep;
To stay at home is best.

[Final Chorus]
Home-keeping hearts are happiest,
For those that wander, they know not where,
Are full of trouble and full of care;
To stay at home is best.

Stay, stay at home, my heart, and rest,
Stay, stay at home, my heart, and rest.

Footnote:
Although this song was adapted for musical presentation and draws inspiration from the perspective of the original author, it is not the opinion or belief of Lance Thomas Davidson that one should remain indoors continually.
Listeners are encouraged to go out, enjoy the world, appreciate nature, meet new people, and cultivate meaningful friendships.
This adaptation has been created purely for artistic expression and interpretive purposes, and does not necessarily represent the personal viewpoint of the composer.



Stay at Home, My Heart

Stay at Home, My Heart - Version2

Title: The Bell of Atri
(Adapted from “The Sicilian’s Tale; The Bell of Atri” by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, first published 1863 in Tales of a Wayside Inn)
Musical Adaptation, Arrangement, and Production by: Lance Thomas Davidson
© 2025 Lance Thomas Davidson. All Rights Reserved.
(Original poem is in the public domain — adapted and reinterpreted for lyrical and musical performance.)

[Intro]
In the hills of old Abruzzo, where the sun forever shines,
A little town called Atri rests, where justice tolls through time.
A bell beneath a rooftop hung, to call the king’s decree,
“When wrong is done to any soul, come ring the bell for me.”

[Verse 1]
King John rode through the cobbled streets, his trumpet’s echo strong,
Proclaimed that right shall conquer might, that truth shall answer wrong.
And high above the marketplace, beneath that blazing sun,
He swore that justice lived for all, not only for the crown.

[Chorus]
Ring the bell of Atri, let the sound roll free,
For every soul that’s wounded cries for liberty.
Ring the bell of mercy, let its echo sing,
For even those who cannot speak still plead before the King.

[Verse 2]
The years rolled by, the rope grew frail, its hemp began to fray,
And one kind heart replaced it all with vines of bright decay.
The leaves hung down like garlands green, with tendrils soft and wild,
Till one poor beast came stumbling in, abandoned and exiled.

[Verse 3 – The Neglect]
There lived within that quiet town a knight of high renown,
Who once had hounds and horses proud, now gold his only crown.
He sold his hawks and steed alike, his mercy turned to rust,
And in his stable’s darkened stall left loyalty to dust.

[Verse 4 – The Abandonment]
At last he said, “This useless beast consumes my grain and hay,
Let him go feed upon the streets, I’ll ride no more today.”
So out into the burning sun he sent the faithful mare,
And watched it limp through empty lanes, forsaken in despair.

[Verse 5 – The Bell Rings]
By chance it brushed the hanging vine where briony leaves entwined,
And set the bell of Atri tolling, crying for mankind.
No human hand had pulled the rope, yet justice shook the air,
The starving steed had found its voice—the town rose from its prayer.

[Chorus]
Ring the bell of Atri, let the truth resound,
For every soul forgotten, the lost shall still be found.
Ring the bell of justice, let compassion reign,
For even beasts of burden cry beneath their pain.

[Bridge – The Judgment]
The Syndic came with townsfolk close beneath the noonday light,
They saw the beast beneath the bell and named the master’s spite.
“Go, bring the knight,” the Syndic cried, “let him be tried today,
For he who served you in your youth shall not be cast away.”

[Verse 6 – The Verdict]
The knight stood pale before the crowd, his folly laid to view,
The King decreed: “Restore the beast, give shelter, field, and dew.”
Then all of Atri’s streets rejoiced, the bell rang pure and bright,
For mercy crowned the act of law, and justice shone with light.

[Final Chorus]
Ring the bell of Atri, till the stars arise,
For right will live forever in the just and faithful skies.
Ring the bell of freedom, let the world recall,
That love and mercy stand the test—strongest of them all.

[Outro]
In the hills of old Abruzzo, where the twilight softly falls,
The Bell of Atri still resounds, and mercy still calls.

Footnote:
 
You may notice that I use two pronunciations of **Atri** within the musical dialogue of this adaptation: **/ˈɑːtri/** (“AH-tree”) and **/ˈeɪtri/** (“AY-tree”). I did this intentionally. Since the piece is performed in English, I wanted to reflect the two natural ways English-speaking listeners might say the name.
 
By alternating the pronunciation at different moments in the song, I aimed to preserve the musical phrasing, rhyme, and vocal flow for the performer. My goal was not to cause confusion, but to give the listener freedom to hear and sing the name in the way that feels most natural to them.
 

The Bell of Atri - Version 1

Title: The Bell of Atri
(Adapted from “The Sicilian’s Tale; The Bell of Atri” by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, first published 1863 in Tales of a Wayside Inn)*
Musical Adaptation, Arrangement, and Production by: Lance Thomas Davidson
© 2025 Lance Thomas Davidson. All Rights Reserved.
(Original poem is in the public domain — adapted, paraphrased, and reinterpreted for lyrical and musical performance.)

[Intro]
In the hills of old Abruzzo, where the sun forever shines,
A little town called Atri rests, where justice tolls through time.
A bell beneath a rooftop hung, to call the king’s decree,
“When wrong is done to any soul, come ring the bell for me.”

[Verse 1]
King John rode through the cobbled streets, his trumpet’s echo strong,
Proclaimed that right shall conquer might, that truth shall answer wrong.
And high above the marketplace, beneath that blazing sun,
He swore that justice lived for all, not only for the crown.

[Chorus]
Ring the bell of Atri, let the sound roll free,
For every soul that’s wounded cries for liberty.
Ring the bell of mercy, let its echo sing,
For even those who cannot speak still plead before the King.

[Verse 2]
The years rolled by, the rope grew frail, its hemp began to fray,
And one kind heart replaced it all with vines of bright decay.
The leaves hung down like garlands green, with tendrils soft and wild,
Till one poor beast came stumbling in, abandoned and exiled.

[Verse 3 – The Neglect]
There lived within that quiet town a knight of high renown,
Who once had hounds and horses proud, now gold his only crown.
He sold his hawks and steed alike, his mercy turned to rust,
And in his stable’s darkened stall left loyalty to dust.

[Verse 4 – The Abandonment]
At last he said, “This useless beast consumes my grain and hay,
Let him go feed upon the streets, I’ll ride no more today.”
So out into the burning sun he sent the faithful mare,
And watched it limp through empty lanes, forsaken in despair.

[Verse 5 – The Bell Rings]
By chance it brushed the hanging vine where briony leaves entwined,
And set the bell of Atri tolling, crying for mankind.
No human hand had pulled the rope, yet justice shook the air,
The starving steed had found its voice—the town rose from its prayer.

[Chorus]
Ring the bell of Atri, let the truth resound,
For every soul forgotten, the lost shall still be found.
Ring the bell of justice, let compassion reign,
For even beasts of burden cry beneath their pain.

[Bridge – The Judgment]
The Syndic came with townsfolk close beneath the noonday light,
They saw the beast beneath the bell and named the master’s spite.
“Go, bring the knight,” the Syndic cried, “let him be tried today,
For he who served you in your youth shall not be cast away.”

[Verse 6 – The Verdict]
The knight stood pale before the crowd, his folly laid to view,
The King decreed: “Restore the beast, give shelter, field, and dew.”
Then all of Atri’s streets rejoiced, the bell rang pure and bright,
For mercy crowned the act of law, and justice shone with light.

[Final Chorus]
Ring the bell of Atri, till the stars arise,
For right will live forever in the just and faithful skies.
Ring the bell of freedom, let the world recall,
That love and mercy stand the test—strongest of them all.

[Outro]
In the hills of old Abruzzo, where the twilight softly falls,
The Bell of Atri still resounds, and mercy still calls.

Footnote:
 
You may notice that I use two pronunciations of **Atri** within the musical dialogue of this adaptation: **/ˈɑːtri/** (“AH-tree”) and **/ˈeɪtri/** (“AY-tree”). I did this intentionally. Since the piece is performed in English, I wanted to reflect the two natural ways English-speaking listeners might say the name.
 
By alternating the pronunciation at different moments in the song, I aimed to preserve the musical phrasing, rhyme, and vocal flow for the performer. My goal was not to cause confusion, but to give the listener freedom to hear and sing the name in the way that feels most natural to them.
 

The Bell of Atri - Version 2

**Preamble / הקדמה**

This musical composition is a liturgical work based on ancient Hebrew biblical texts from the Masoretic tradition, incorporating passages from Tehillim (Psalms) 104:1-4, Iyov (Job) 9:5-9, Tehillim (Psalms) 91:16, and Yeshayahu (Isaiah) 54:17, which are in the public domain.

יצירה מוזיקלית זו היא עבודה ליטורגית המבוססת על טקסטים תנ"כיים עבריים עתיקים ממסורת המסורה, המשלבת קטעים מתהלים ק"ד:א-ד, איוב ט':ה-ט, תהלים צ"א:ט"ז, וישעיהו נ"ד:י"ז, אשר הם נחלת הכלל.

The lyrics are derived directly from the original Hebrew Masoretic text. Note that chapter and verse numbering systems may vary between Hebrew and English biblical traditions due to differing editorial conventions. The specific Hebrew text used in this composition is identified by its content and placement within the Masoretic tradition, independent of any numerical verse or chapter designations which may differ across translations and traditions.

המילים נגזרות ישירות מהטקסט העברי המסורתי המקורי. יש לשים לב כי מערכות מספור הפרקים והפסוקים עשויות להשתנות בין המסורות התנ"כיות העבריות והאנגליות עקב מוסכמות עריכה שונות. הטקסט העברי הספציפי המשמש ביצירה זו מזוהה על פי תוכנו ומיקומו במסורת המסורה, ללא תלות בכל ייעודי פסוק או פרק מספריים אשר עשויים להיות שונים בין תרגומים ומסורות.

The unique compilation, arrangement, and sequencing of these biblical passages into a cohesive compositional structure represents an original derivative work. This specific combination of scriptural texts has not been previously assembled for musical composition, making the selection, ordering, and integration of these passages a unique creative work.

האוסף הייחודי, העריכה והרצף של קטעים תנ"כיים אלה למבנה קומפוזיציוני מגובש מייצג יצירה נגזרת מקורית. שילוב ספציפי זה של טקסטים כתובים לא הורכב בעבר ליצירה מוזיקלית, מה שהופך את הבחירה, הסידור והשילוב של קטעים אלה ליצירה יצירתית ייחודית.

The original musical composition, including but not limited to the melody, harmony, arrangement, rhythm, instrumental composition, vocal intonation, thematic interpretation, and all other musical elements, is the exclusive copyrighted work of Lance Thomas Davidson.

היצירה המוזיקלית המקורית, לרבות אך לא רק המנגינה, ההרמוניה, העיבוד, הקצב, החיבור האינסטרומנטלי, האינטונציה הווקאלית, הפרשנות התמטית וכל שאר האלמנטים המוזיקליים, היא עבודה מוגנת בזכויות יוצרים בלעדית של לאנס תומאס דיווידסון.

**© 2025 Lance Thomas Davidson. All Rights Reserved.**
**© 2025 לאנס תומאס דיווידסון. כל הזכויות שמורות.**

The biblical Hebrew texts are sourced from ancient public domain scriptures. All musical rights, performance rights, mechanical rights, synchronization rights, and compilation rights are retained by the composer.

הטקסטים העבריים התנ"כיים מקורם בכתבי קודש עתיקים בנחלת הכלל. כל הזכויות המוזיקליות, זכויות הביצוע, הזכויות המכאניות, זכויות הסינכרוניזציה וזכויות האוסף נשמרות למלחין.

Unauthorized reproduction, distribution, performance, or derivative works of the musical composition or its unique textual compilation are prohibited without express written permission from the copyright holder.

שכפול, הפצה, ביצוע או יצירות נגזרות לא מורשים של היצירה המוזיקלית או האוסף הטקסטואלי הייחודי שלה אסורים ללא רשות בכתב מפורשת מבעל זכויות היוצרים.

אֹרֶךְ יָמִים (Orekh Yamim)

The Girl from Bali © 2025 Lance Thomas Davidson All Rights Reserved

Preamble
The Girl from Bali is an original adaptation of the classic Bossa Nova form, composed and copyrighted by Lance Thomas Davidson in 2025. This version reimagines the serene coastal imagery of Ipanema into the tropical landscapes of Bali, Indonesia, blending romanticism with contemporary world-music tonality. The composition preserves the gentle syncopation, melodic fluidity, and intimate phrasing that define Bossa Nova, while introducing new tonal textures reflective of Bali’s lush atmosphere and tranquil sea breeze.

Its lyrical structure alternates between English and Portuguese to maintain balance and flow while infusing cross-cultural depth and authenticity. The tone is warm, wistful, and quietly expressive, capturing the essence of longing and admiration from afar.

The Girl from Bali serves as both homage and evolution—a timeless continuation of Bossa Nova’s grace, invoking the image of a golden sunset reflected in calm waters, where music and emotion drift together beneath the island’s fading light.



Girl From Bali

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.

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

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.

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

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