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

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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.



© 2012–2025 Lance Thomas Davidson. All rights reserved worldwide.
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

© 2025 Lance Thomas Davidson. All Rights Reserved.
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

Title: El Tiempo Baila en el Viento

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Written, composed, and produced by Lance Thomas Davidson. © 2025 All Rights Reserved.
This composition, “El Tiempo Baila en el Viento,” is a lyrical work of profound romanticism and melancholy. Through verses rich in symbolism and emotion, it portrays love’s journey across time — from passion to loss, from memory to reconciliation. At its core, the piece celebrates the endurance of human feeling and the power of a soul that, though wounded, continues to dance within the echoes of wind and memory.

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Escrita, compuesta y producida por Lance Thomas Davidson. © 2025 Todos los derechos reservados.
Esta composición, “El Tiempo Baila en el Viento”, es una obra lírica de profundo romanticismo y melancolía. A través de versos cargados de simbolismo y emoción, retrata el viaje del amor a través del tiempo — desde la pasión hasta la pérdida, desde el recuerdo hasta la reconciliación. En su esencia, esta pieza celebra la eternidad de los sentimientos humanos y el poder del alma que, aun herida, continúa danzando entre los ecos del viento y la memoria.

El Tiempo Baila en el Viento

[Verso I]
Bajo el cielo de cobre se inclina la tarde,
y el sol se desangra en cristales del mar.
Mi sombra se curva, cansada del viaje,
en el espejo agrietado donde tú sueles mirar.
El viento murmura tus risas antiguas,
y el polvo recuerda tu voz al pasar.

[Coro I – Amor y Felicidad]
Ay, amor, el tiempo baila en el viento,
girando promesas que no saben morir.
Entre los años y los silencios lentos,
tu nombre florece, vuelve a latir.
Si el alma se extravía, se entrega contenta,
porque amarte fue siempre vivir.

[Verso II]
Camino despacio sobre memorias ardidas,
la lluvia escribe tu rostro en mi piel.
La vida se anuda en las mismas heridas,
el destino repite su antiguo papel.
Tu sombra se asoma, tan dulce, perdida,
como un eco dormido en papel de miel.

[Verso III]
Las calles respiran tu aroma temprano,
los faros me siguen, testigos de ayer.
Mis manos recuerdan la forma del sueño,
la brisa las mece, me enseña a perder.
Y el reloj se derrite, rendido en mis manos,
diciendo que el tiempo no sabe volver.

[Coro I (Reprise)]
Ay, amor, el tiempo baila en el viento,
girando promesas que no saben morir.
Entre los años y los silencios lentos,
tu nombre florece, vuelve a latir.
Si el alma se extravía, se entrega contenta,
porque amarte fue siempre vivir.

[Verso IV]
Ahora el recuerdo se viste de luto,
tu voz se disuelve en un viejo café.
La luna suspira, el mundo es diminuto,
cuando tu ausencia se sienta a mis pies.
Pero en el cristal, aún brilla el minuto,
donde tus labios dijeron: “creer.”

[Coro II – Amor y Arrepentimiento]
Ay, amor, que el viento trae heridas,
tu sombra regresa, me vuelve a doler.
No hay dicha sin pena, ni paz sin la espina,
ni fuego que arda sin querer arder.
El alma que ama también se lastima,
porque el amor no aprende a temer.

[Verso V]
Regreso a la noche donde fuimos promesa,
te miro en el vidrio, difusa y fugaz.
El pasado me besa con labios de arena,
y el futuro suspira sin hallar paz.
Mas entre el dolor y la niebla espesa,
tu amor es mi herida y mi sol que jamás.

[Refrán – Reconciliación]
Amor, sin riesgo no hay cielo,
sin llanto no hay flor que nazca en abril.
El corazón que teme al duelo
no aprende jamás a sentir.
Porque en cada pérdida, el consuelo,
renace del fuego sutil.

[Coro II (Final)]
Ay, amor, que el viento trae heridas,
tu sombra regresa, me vuelve a doler.
No hay dicha sin pena, ni paz sin la espina,
ni fuego que arda sin querer arder.
El alma que ama también se lastima,
porque el amor no aprende a temer.

[Coda]
El tiempo baila, cansado y eterno,
lleva tu nombre en su giro final.
Y en mi espejo roto, aún guardo tu invierno,
como un suspiro que nunca se va.



El Tiempo Baila en el Viento - Version 1

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© 2025 Λανς Τόμας Ντέιβιντσον. Με επιφύλαξη παντός δικαιώματος.

Η παρούσα πρωτότυπη λυρική σύνθεση, συμπεριλαμβανομένων όλων των λέξεων, φράσεων, δομής και εννοιολογικής έκφρασης, αποτελεί αποκλειστική πνευματική ιδιοκτησία του Λανς Τόμας Ντέιβιντσον.
Απαγορεύεται η αναπαραγωγή, διανομή, δημόσια εκτέλεση, παρουσίαση, μετάδοση ή οποιαδήποτε άλλη χρήση του έργου, με οποιοδήποτε μέσο, ηλεκτρονικό, μηχανικό, ψηφιακό ή άλλο, χωρίς προηγούμενη γραπτή άδεια του δημιουργού.
Το έργο προστατεύεται από τις διεθνείς συμβάσεις πνευματικής ιδιοκτησίας και την εθνική νομοθεσία.
Οποιαδήποτε παράγωγα έργα, διασκευές ή εκτελέσεις βασισμένες σε αυτή τη σύνθεση πρέπει να διατηρούν τη σωστή αναφορά και τη ρητή άδεια του δικαιούχου.
Όλα τα ηθικά και εκδοτικά δικαιώματα κατοχυρώνονται στον Λανς Τόμας Ντέιβιντσον, συμπεριλαμβανομένων των δικαιωμάτων πατρότητας, αναγνώρισης και ακεραιότητας της δημιουργικής έκφρασης.


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Lryics

[Εισαγωγή]
Όχι καρδιές κούφιες, ούτε φτηνές,
Μόνο αξίες αληθινές.
Κι αν θέλεις να ’σαι φίλος μου αληθινός,
Δέξου το dill-dough δώρο — είναι βράχος στερεός.

[Στροφή 1]
Λες: "Φίλοι με ωφέλη, μα δώρο τέτοιο;"
"Είναι στερεό, ή κούφιο σαν Τρώες παλιό;"
Απαντώ: "Μη φοβάσαι, δες την ουσία,
Όχι κούφιο, μα γεμάτο, χωρίς ψευτιά."

[Ρεφρέν]
Όχι καρδιές κούφιες, ούτε φτηνές,
Μόνο αξίες αληθινές.
Κι αν θέλεις να ’σαι φίλος μου αληθινός,
Δέξου το dill-dough δώρο — είναι βράχος στερεός.

[Στροφή 2]
Ρωτάς: "Θα σταθεί η φιλία αυτή;"
"Ή θα 'ναι παγίδα, σαν άλογο ξύλινο εκεί;"
Γελώ: "Είναι ψημένο, γερό και αληθινό,
Ωφέλη χωρίς φόβο, μόνο χαμόγελο πλατύ."

[Γέφυρα]
Αν χτυπήσεις και ηχήσει σαν πέτρα βαριά,
Τότε δέξου το, μη διστάζεις πια.
Όχι Τρώες κούφιες, μα δώρα με καρδιά,
Φίλοι με ωφέλη, χωρίς καμιά παγίδα.

[Ρεφρέν]
Όχι καρδιές κούφιες, ούτε φτηνές,
Μόνο αξίες αληθινές.
Κι αν θέλεις να ’σαι φίλος μου αληθινός,
Δέξου το dill-dough δώρο — είναι βράχος στερεός.

[Επίλογος]
Τελικά λες: "Εντάξει, ας το δεχτώ,"
Και γελάμε μαζί, με ωφέλη αληθινά.
Όχι κούφια λόγια, μα στερεά και γερά,
Φιλία με δώρα, χωρίς φόβους παλιούς.


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Η ζωή μέσα μου

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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