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The Mother’s Rebuke

A bold inversion of prayer and prophecy, “The Mother’s Rebuke” is a raw, soulful rap that lifts up the divine feminine as the source of wisdom and truth. Over an R&B groove laced with funk swagger, the track challenges the Father’s throne and crowns the Mother of Wisdom with reverence. The hook chants her beauty and flame, while the verses unfold like scripture turned inside out, rebellious, poetic, and spiritual. It’s a call to awaken, to rise from shadows of domination, and to honour the womb, the river, and the eternal flame. Both hymn and battle cry, it’s a sound of devotion reimagined.

The Mother’s Rebuke

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Never Gunna Give You Up

my dear darlin

Love Don’t Always Mean Stay
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Love Don’t Always Mean Stay

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MR CRUMP AND THE MEMPHIS BLUES
© 2025 Lance Thomas Davidson All Rights Reserved

Preamble:
This work is a newly authored blues composition containing entirely original lyrical material except for one historically public-domain line derived from the early Memphis campaign song associated with W. C. Handy. That public-domain line appears here in its authentic form: “Mister Crump don’t low no easy riders here.” All other lines, verses, structures, refrains, and narrative elements in this composition are wholly original and constitute new copyrighted material.

I’ve got those Memphis blues, rollin’ down the line again,
That lonesome river hummin’ low, callin’ out just like a friend.

The night train rattled past me where the cypress shadows lean,
And every whistle cried a memory of the towns where I have been,
I felt the Delta breathing slow beneath the silver of the moon,
And every step along that road still hummed the same old tune.

Mister Crump don’t low no easy riders here,
But I keep driftin’ anyway, holdin’ tight to what I hear,
And though the world keeps turnin’ rough, I steady through the year,
These Memphis blues gon’ follow me far as the highways clear.

I’ve walked through Beale Street early when the vendors set their stands,
Heard guitars moanin’ gentle in the warm of wakin’ lands,
Saw the faces of the workmen as they wiped the mornin’ sweat,
And knew the blues they carried were the ones I won’t forget.

Mister Crump don’t low no easy riders here,
But the folks of Memphis whisper songs that chase away the fear,
They stomp their feet, they clap their hands, they make the night sincere,
And every shout and every cry rings strong from far and near.

I’ve felt the river rising when the storms begin to swell,
And heard the steamboat captain ring his heavy-shakin’ bell,
The levee workers chantin’ as they faced the muddy roar,
Singin’ blues that rolled like thunder all along the shore.

Mister Crump don’t low no easy riders here,
But still the hearts of Memphis folk stay steady and sincere,
They bend but never crumble when the weight is drawin’ near,
And through it all the Memphis blues remain the song they hear.

I’ve wandered down the backroads where the gravel meets the clay,
Heard lonely footsteps echoin’ at the close of weary day,
And though my sorrow lingers like the smoke that won’t unwind,
These Memphis blues remind me there’s a strength I’ll always find.

Mister Crump don’t low no easy riders here,
But I keep movin’ forward with my eyes a little clear,
For even though the skies may break and nights may disappear,
These Memphis blues lift up my soul and wipe away the tear.

The world keeps changin’, slow or fast, but blues don’t ever fade,
They rise from every heartbreak that a ramblin’ life has made,
And when the road gets heavy and my footsteps tumble small,
The Memphis blues reach out to me and never let me fall.

So when the lantern’s flickerin’ and the midnight hums its song,
And the town is sleepin’ gentle though the night is deep and long,
I’ll hum the tune of Memphis till the mornin’ light is new,
These blues have walked beside me, and they always pull me through.

I’ve got those Memphis blues, softly carryin’ me home,
Where every heartbeat finds its place and no one walks alone.



Mr. Crump and the Memphis Blues

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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.

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