Roy Dawson isn’t just another singer-songwriter—he’s cut from the cloth of rock legends. The kind of cloth that smells like bar smoke, sweat, and American grit. The kind of cloth soaked in heartache, highway miles, and hand-written lyrics on paper napkins—torn and stuffed in back pockets after a long set at a dive bar somewhere between nowh

The World We Deserve: A Place Without TrickeryIn today’s world, they don’t silence you with chains. They do it with confusion. They don’t take your voice—they drown it in noise.They’ll say things like, “You didn’t build that.” Not as a conversation, but as a carefully constructed illusion. The message behind it? You owe them. You sh