"Blues in my Bottle" is a slow-burning blues tale of heartbreak, memory, and late-night solitude. After love walks out the door, all that’s left is an empty bed, a dusty record, and a glass of something strong. With raw emotion and vivid imagery, this track pours sorrow into every line — a toast to the ones who left, and the silence they leave behind.

For lonely rooms, low lights, and lovers gone too long.
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Blues in my Bottle

Love Like Smoke | War Rock Ballad (Timeless Love Story)
🙏— some loves never fade… they drift through memory like smoke.
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"Love Like Smoke" is an emotional rock ballad set during the Vietnam War — a blend of swampy CCR-style guitar, psychedelic haze, and soulful Motown grooves. This cinematic soundscape tells the story of a soldier carrying the memory of eternal love through the chaos of war. 

Inspired by 60s-70s war rock and timeless romance, this track fuses vintage soul with modern AI-powered storytelling. Experience a visual journey into the heart of conflict with this poignant video, set against a backdrop of a soldier and a faded letter. Witness the enduring power of **love and war** through evocative imagery. Featuring a soldier in a misty jungle, the video tells a story of love and loss during the **vietnam war**, underscored by the melancholy of a soldier reading a letter..

🎵 Music: Created with Suno AI
✍️ Lyrics: Written by GK Artist
🎞️ Visuals: Created using CapCut
🎬 Editing & Montage: CapCut Studio

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Love Like Smoke | War Rock Ballad (Timeless Love Story)

If you like rock & roll from the 50's / early 60's, you should listen to this 13 song album of the Rockin' Arties. It's a 2025 production with the real oldies vibe.

Lyrics:
The gym lights are dimmed, the disco ball spins low
A dozen colored spotlights begin to glow
With a corsage on your wrist, and a hand on your waist
This feels like a moment I don't want to waste

(Shoo-bop, oh yeah)
Prom night promises, made to last and to keep
Holding you close, a feeling so deep
(Shoo-bop, oh yeah)
Lost in the rhythm of this sweet, slow tune
Lost in the moment, beneath this painted moon

The song fades out, but the moment just stands still
We're crowned king and queen on this painted hill
And the world just went quiet, suddenly so slow
A feeling like a promise, a heartfelt glow

(Shoo-bop, oh yeah)
Prom night promises, made to last and to keep
Holding you close, a feeling so deep
(Shoo-bop, oh yeah)
Lost in the rhythm of this sweet, slow tune
Lost in the moment, beneath this painted moon


Prom night...
Prom night..
Our night

Prom Night Promises

I Still Have To Start Living


I still have to start living
That’s what you don’t understand 
I started from loving but
I still have to start living
That’s why you have to leave it
You have to leave it to me

I still have to start living
That’s what you don’t understand 
I started dreaming in my head but
I still have to start living
You have to leave it to me
For my dreams I wanna live 

And there is no space 
But there is the time 
Time there is they say
Time in the outer space 
No time in the inner space

So what do you say?

I say

I still have to start living
That’s what you don’t understand 
I started from loving but
I still have to start living
That’s why you have to leave it
You have to leave it to me

Yeah yeah

I I

I still have to start living
That’s what you don’t understand 
I started dreaming in my head but
I still have to start living
You have to leave it to me
For my dreams I wanna live 

And there is no space 
But there is the time 
Time there is they say
Time in the outer space 
No time in the inner space

So what do you say?

I say

I Still Have To Start Living

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Verse 1:
In the quiet of the evening, when the stars begin to gleam,
Your memory comes creepin', like a soft, forgotten dream.
The way your touch would linger, on my skin so warm and true,
Now I'm left here wonderin', what I'd give to be with you.
Chorus:
Oh, baby, whispers in the night,
Callin' out your name under the moonlight.
Heart's been achin' since you walked away,
But in my soul, your love will always stay.
Whispers in the night, they're pullin' me through,
Tell me, darlin', do you hear them too?
Verse 2:
Rain tappin' on the window, like the tears I try to hide,
Every song on the radio reminds me of our ride.
We danced through stormy weather, held on tight through the pain,
But now the silence echoes, drivin' me insane.
Bridge 1:
And in the hush of midnight, when the world is fast asleep,
Those whispers in the night, they cut so deep.
Echoin' promises we made, under the same old sky,
Fadin' like shadows, but they never die.
Chorus:
Oh, baby, whispers in the night,
Callin' out your name under the moonlight.
Heart's been achin' since you walked away,
But in my soul, your love will always stay.
Whispers in the night, they're pullin' me through,
Tell me, darlin', do you hear them too?
Verse 3:
Mornin' light creeps in, but the darkness lingers on,
Your scent on the pillow, remindin' me you're gone.
We built a fire together, now it's ashes in the wind,
But I'll keep on searchin' for where our love begins again.
Bridge 2:
Through the veil of loneliness, where the heartaches reside,
Those whispers in the night, they're my only guide.
Pullin' me closer to the edge of what we were,
In the quiet moments, your voice is all I hear.
Chorus (Outro):
Oh, baby, whispers in the night,
Callin' out your name under the moonlight.
Heart's been achin' since you walked away,
But in my soul, your love will always stay.
Whispers in the night... they're pullin' me through,
Fade into the dawn, but I'll remember you.

My soft forgotten dream

Call It Love

A storm of strings and silence — the sound of leaving someone you still love, heavy enough to haunt, tender enough to break.

Empty Rooms and Rain on Glass

A cinematic, acoustic memoir of Southern twilight. Across 11 tracks, it weaves porchlight intimacy with gospel grit, blending Chicago blues, Motown warmth, and folk storytelling into a cohesive emotional arc.

Cotton Road Lullaby

All lyrics and conceptual material herein are authored, composed, produced, and recorded by Lance Thomas Davidson.
© 2025 Lance Thomas Davidson. All Rights Reserved. No portion of this work may be reproduced or adapted without written consent.
Part 2 may be construed or interpreted as artistic inference.

Epstein Island – The Hidden Truth (Part 2 – There Are No Files to Fact-Check)

There are no files — not now, not then,
No drawers to pull, no paper, no pen.
No folders marked, no dusty stacks,
Only mirrored drives and barcode tracks.
No filing rooms with walls of steel,
Just humming cores where secrets reel.

The record lives in captured light,
CCTV by day and night.
Each frame stamped clear with time and name,
Exact by code or alias claim.
Flight itineraries, refueling notes,
Manifests lined like banker’s quotes.
Every handoff, gate, and date,
Logged and stored by digital fate.
Like pro-grade ledgers counting gold,
Every transaction’s line is told.

Those files were strong, yet weak within,
Guarded by code but careless sin.
The same soft key from his New York townhouse,
Unlocked the vaults, mouse to mouse.
Reused password, simple, plain,
Opened vaults of hidden chain.
No mystery loss, no system fail,
Just lazy locks on a living trail.

Dozens and dozens of gold bars stored,
Kilo-weighted, ledger-scored.
$17–20 million more,
In gilded fixtures behind each door.
Toilets, faucets, handles, knobs,
Dripping wealth through install jobs.
Golden sinks and marble veins,
Reflected power and hidden chains.
Hundreds of watches rare and fine,
Missing pieces from the line.
Rolex, Patek, Cartier brace,
Vanished quiet without a trace.
Cold wallets sleeping since 2011,
Keys at rest in data heaven.

From island sand to New York interrogation jam,
They pressed for keys, for proof of scam.
But passwords kept or never told,
Would guard the truth, both hot and cold.
For any cold wallet could still appear,
The same in shape, the same veneer.
Buy one online, box it tight,
Swap the proof beneath the light.
Lock it in with evidence tags,
Claim it sealed in federal bags.
But the crypto held was gone before,
The real one taken through another door.

Then came August, the lights went dim,
A cell door closed on the truth of him.
“He took his life,” the press release read,
A “convenient” night with a witness dead.
No review board, no inquest call,
Just echoes down a marble hall.
The records sealed, the vaults remained,
But questions hung unexplained.

San Juan Field — boots on ground,
Tagged each crate, each vault they found.
Only a handful crossed that span,
From raid report to questioning plan.
No I-A probe, no written word,
No oversight was ever heard.
Within 5 years those agents quit,
Filed retirement, and that was it.

Then came claims of crypto gains,
Cousins and in-laws linked by chains.
Cold wallets found with timing tight,
Billions surfaced out of sight.
Reports of injuries faded fast,
No discipline, the storm had passed.
The same few names in whispers tied,
To field men who’d once stood inside.

And just like troops from Saddam’s reign,
With palace spoils in hidden chain —
Golden pistols, lion heads,
Silk-lined cases beneath their beds.
They carried pieces they’d never show,
Too costly bright for the world to know.
Same impulse running through the years,
Greed and silence, twins of fears.

San Juan vaults still hum unseen,
Each crate logged neat, each barcode clean.
5 years gone, the trail grew thin,
Yet digital proof still sings within.
CCTV frames remain,
Timestamps etched in data chain.
Proof exists, precise, intact,
Yet no one dares to call it fact.

There are no files — no drawers, no racks,
But evidence lives in digital tracks.
Exact by name or code name thin,
Weak keys guard the wealth within.
Cold wallets wake, their balances spin,
Bloodline wealth reclaims the sin.
No paper myth, no vanished bin,
Just chosen eyes that won’t look in.
And while the world thinks proof ran thin,
The data hums — the truth within.



Epstein Island - The Hidden Truth - Part 2 (artistic inference)

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