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

© 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.



© 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

© Public Domain (Original 1923 Text “I Will Sing You One-O” by Robert Lee Frost)
Co-Authored Derivative Adaptation Retitled “The Clock House in McCormick”
Copyright © 2025 Lance Thomas Davidson. All rights reserved.

[Intro]
It was long I lay
Awake that night
Wishing the tower
Would name the hour
And tell me whether
To call it day
(Though not yet light)
And give up sleep.
The snow fell deep
With the hiss of spray;
Two winds would meet,
One down one street,
One down another,
And fight in a smother
Of dust and feather.

[Chorus]
I could not say,
But feared the cold
Had checked the pace
Of the tower clock
By tying together
Its hands of gold
Before its face.

[Verse 1]
Then came one knock!
A note unruffled
Of earthly weather,
Though strange and muffled.
The tower said, “One!”
And then a steeple.
They spoke to themselves
And such few people
As winds might rouse
From sleeping warm
(But not unhouse).
They left the storm
That struck en masse
My window glass
Like a beaded fur.

[Chorus]
I could not say,
But feared the cold
Had checked the pace
Of the tower clock
By tying together
Its hands of gold
Before its face.

[Verse 2]
In that grave One
They spoke of the sun
And moon and stars,
Saturn and Mars
And Jupiter.

[Chorus]
I could not say,
But feared the cold
Had checked the pace
Of the tower clock
By tying together
Its hands of gold
Before its face.

[Verse 3]
Still more unfettered,
They left the named
And spoke of the lettered,
The sigmas and taus
Of constellations.
They filled their throats
With the furthest bodies
To which man sends his
Speculation,
Beyond which God is;
The cosmic motes
Of yawning lenses.

[Chorus]
I could not say,
But feared the cold
Had checked the pace
Of the tower clock
By tying together
Its hands of gold
Before its face.

[Bridge]
Their solemn peals
Were not their own:
They spoke for the clock
With whose vast wheels
Theirs interlock.
In that grave word
Uttered alone
The utmost star
Trembled and stirred,
Though set so far
Its whirling frenzies
Appear like standing
In one self station.

[Chorus]
I could not say,
But feared the cold
Had checked the pace
Of the tower clock
By tying together
Its hands of gold
Before its face.

[Verse 4]
We dwell below the circling spheres,
Enclosed by walls of sky and stone;
Yet every dawn dissolves our fears,
And claims this garden as our own.
The roots of man in soil are deep,
His heart still bound to what is near;
The heavens watch while mortals sleep,
And whisper truth for all to hear.

[Chorus]
I could not say,
But feared the cold
Had checked the pace
Of the tower clock
By tying together
Its hands of gold
Before its face.

[Verse 5]
Though stars may burn and fade away,
The earth endures her tender span;
The bloom must die, the leaves decay,
Yet grace remains in dust and man.
The fragile stems, the sighing trees,
Still sing of life, though seasons flee;
Each death restores the loam’s decrees—
That all shall pass, yet all shall be.

[Chorus]
I could not say,
But feared the cold
Had checked the pace
Of the tower clock
By tying together
Its hands of gold
Before its face.

[Verse 6]
Then let us guard this sphere of clay,
Though trapped beneath our mortal dome;
No prison holds the soul that may
Find truth in tending hearth and home.
If time should end, let kindness stay,
And mercy guide our small estate;
The stars above may drift away,
But hearts that love illuminate.

[Final Chorus]
I could not say,
But feared the cold
Had checked the pace
Of the tower clock
By tying together
Its hands of gold
Before its face.

[Outro]
It has not ranged,
And save for the wonder
Of once expanding
To be a nova,
It has not changed
To the eye of man
On planets over
Around and under
It in creation
Since man began
To drag down man
And nation nation.

Copyright © 2025 Lance Thomas Davidson. All rights reserved.



The Clock House in McCormick - Version 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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The Clock House in McCormick - Version 1

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