When you lose the best dog you ever had and remembering the life she and I had together

SHE WAS THE BEST THERE EVER WAS

Lyrics © 2025 Ora Belle. All rights reserved.

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Simple, But Rare

This is Mark Two of my song called As the Crow Flies. The Yarn continues to spin.
 “As the crow flies” is an idiom that means measuring a distance in a straight line between two points or places. It emphasizes the shortest route between those points, disregarding any curves, bends, or obstacles that might exist along the way.

Redbridge

As The Crow Flies Mk2

As the Crow Flies Mk2

Credits
Performed by King Chico
Lead and Background Vocals: King Chico
Written & Composed by: King Chico
Produced by: King Chico Music
Published by: King Chico Universe © 2025

You Are Jesus…(Funk)

Second song of our new album “ Rock yer socks off “ 

The moons burning the night awake 
Feet are stomping the floor might break 
Sweat drips down like a pouring rain 
Who cares about tomorrow’s pain 

Party's on lights ignited
 Let’s get started we’re united 
The drinks flowing hearts are sparking 
The music’s power keeps us barking 

Bassline pounding a heartbeat’s twin 
Spins and twirls the room’s a spin 
Shadows dancing on the wall 
Lose yourself forget it all 

Hands up high touch the ceiling 
No room here for any feeling 
Just the beat the thump the grind 
Leave your worries far behind 

Party's on lights ignited 
Let’s get started we’re united 
The drinks flowing hearts are sparking 
The music’s power keeps us barking 

Turn it up till the sun arrives
 Keep the spark alive in our eyes 
One more beat one more round 
Lose ourselves in the sound

Turn it up .mp3

I'm a rose in the concrete
Fighting for the light
Trying to bloom where I was planted
Even when it don't feel right
They say I need more than this
But this is all I've ever known
So I keep reaching through the cracks
Learning how to grow on my own
How to grow on my own


A raw confession about trying to grow and become something when you started with nothing. About fighting to bloom where you were planted, even when the environment wasn't built for you.

Concrete Rose

Where the Stars Touch the Waves
Reidmoto: ALL

The oars drift quiet, moon breathing low.
Salt on my lips from places I’ve known.
The sky leans down like it wants to say—
“Come closer, child… you’re not far away.”

[Verse 1]

I left the island with nothing but fear,
A heartbeat of hope, a voice in my ear.
Freedom feels empty, trembling, strange—
Like learning to stand in a world rearranged.

[Pre-Chorus]

But the horizon glows like it knows my name,
And the tide keeps humming I’m not the same.
I left the fire… I left the pain—
Out here, only my own flame remains.

[Chorus]

Where the stars touch the waves,
I hear something calling my name.
Is it mercy? Is it fate?
Or just the wind learning my shape?

[Verse 2]

A shimmer in the water moves with intent,
The ocean aware of everywhere I’ve been.
No thunder chasing, no judgment near—
For the first time ever, the night feels clear.

[Bridge]

The water glows like a midnight prayer,
Silver lights rising soft in the air.
I reach my hand in the trembling blue—
And the ocean whispers, “I remember you.”

[Final Chorus]

Where the stars touch the waves,
I hear someone calling my name.
Not mercy. Not fate—
Just the night saying, “Girl, you’re brave.”

[Outro]

She lays back in the boat, letting go of the fear,
Nothing certain now… except she’s here.
And the ocean rocks her slow as it saves—
Floating free where the stars touch the waves.

#5 Where the Stars Touch the Waves v. HauntDoom # 1 - 4 Amy's Dumpster Death below

Stay Strong

Soulcial Kitchen Love

[R.I.P] 
" In December 2022, nearly 66 years after his discovery, Philadelphia police publicly announced the boy’s identity as Joseph Augustus Zarelli, who was four years old at the time of his death." --Excerpt Legal Clarity. org 




⁂©All Rights Reserved 11-2025
©Lyricist, Mixer, Mastering, Creator, & Pro License: Lady ElectroTrek
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TITLE: THE BOY IN THE BOX
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LYRICS:

(Verse 1)
A cardboard cradle
Cold as stone
Under gray skies
All alone
The trees whispered secrets to the breeze
But none spoke his name
None heard his pleas
A nameless shadow in the city's chest
The boy who never found his rest

(Chorus)
Who was he? Who could say?
The boy in the box
Lost in the clay
Who was he? Who could know?
A life unlived
No place to go

(Verse 2)
A faded blanket
Frayed at the seams
Covered a silence too loud for dreams
The whispers of leaves
The hum of the air
Echoed his story
But no one was there
Eyes wide open
Yet closed to the light
A mystery born of a moonless night

(Chorus)
Who was he? Who could say?
The boy in the box
Lost in the clay
Who was he? Who could know?
A life unlived
No place to go

(Bridge)
Did he laugh? Did he cry?
Did he see the stars before the goodbye?
Was there a hand that held him tight
Before he vanished into the night?

(Verse 3)
The world moves on
It forgets its ghosts
But some hearts linger where the pain is most
A name unspoken
A face unknown
Yet he’s etched in the marrow of our bones
The boy in the box
A riddle untamed
A story unanswered
A soul unnamed

(Outro)
He earned the moniker of "America's Unknown Child", & the cold case still lingers for justice to be filed. What fate took who was responsible for this brutal death? Did Karma catch up with the abusive & shameless culprit?

Dignity In Death Now Restored

The Boy In The Box

Perigee is an album about the moment the world comes too close.
A lunar-paced love story told in quiet weather, it follows two people through the night of a supermoon — from the shock of unexpected brightness to the slow return of distance.
Written in Petrichor’s signature atmosphere of rainlight (soundcloud.com/quantumme/sets/petrichor), wet streets, and soft memory, these tracks trace an orbit of intimacy: closeness, drift, tide, ache, release, return.
It’s an album for the nights when the city glows a little too brightly, for the gravity you feel without touching, and for the simple truth that some connections, like the moon, circle back whether you’re ready or not.
A gentle, cinematic meditation on distance, longing, and the cosmic pull between two people moving through the same sky.

APOAPSIS

I'm an old player from the late '60s who took up writing a few years ago after a 50 year layoff, missed the music so now I write and record all my stuff. A regular "ONE MAN BAND", I play all the instruments and do all the vocal, keyboards and whatever else I have to play to make a tune. Hope ya find one ya like!!

SHE WAS THE BEST THERE EVER WAS

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