"The Warning"by Roy DawsonI told them not to do it. I said it as plain as the morning sun cutting through a dirty window. No poetry. No flair. Just truth in its simplest, hardest form. The kind of truth that doesn't need decoration because it's been earned—paid for in scars and sleepless nights.But they did it anyway.They always do.They hear the

THE ROY DAWSON. THE ROYELVISBAND.Seattle. Songs. Scars. Soul.They call him a singer songwriter lyric God, but that ain’t the word. Roy Dawson is a damn force of nature. Ain’t no soft edges on this man. He walks like a freight train rolls—slow, heavy, and sure as hell not stopping unless you want to be part of the wreckage.That night in Seattl