Goon Town

[Verse 1] Well, the sun’s settin’ low on a gravel drive, Fireflies dancin’ as the world comes alive. I’m kickin’ up dust in my old cowboy boots, With a heart full of memories and a head full of roots. [Pre-Chorus] From the porch swing creaks to the crickets’ song, This is where I know I’ll always belong. Where the stars shine bright, and the rivers run deep, These dirt road dreams are the ones I keep. [Chorus] Oh, it’s dirt road dreams and a little bit of faith, A cold beer in my hand, and a heart that’s safe. Where the pines whisper low, and the moonlight beams, I’m forever chasin’ these dirt road dreams. [Verse 2] Mama’s in the kitchen, fryin’ up some pie, Daddy’s on the tractor, wavin’ as he drives by. The radio’s playin’ that old country tune, And I’m singin’ along ‘neath a harvest moon. [Pre-Chorus] From the porch swing creaks to the crickets’ song, This is where I know I’ll always belong. Where the stars shine bright, and the rivers run deep, These dirt road dreams are the ones I keep. [Chorus] Oh, it’s dirt road dreams and a little bit of faith, A cold beer in my hand, and a heart that’s safe. Where the pines whisper low, and the moonlight beams, I’m forever chasin’ these dirt road dreams. [Bridge] It’s the smell of fresh-cut hay, and the sound of the rain, The way the old church bells ring out my name. No matter how far I roam, it’s the same old theme, I’m always comin’ home to these dirt road dreams. [Chorus] Oh, it’s dirt road dreams and a little bit of faith, A cold beer in my hand, and a heart that’s safe. Where the pines whisper low, and the moonlight beams, I’m forever chasin’ these dirt road dreams. [Outro] So here’s to the backroads, and the life they bring, To the simple little joys that make my heart sing. With every mile I drive, and every field I’ve seen, I’m forever livin’ these dirt road dreams

[Verse] In the heart of tiny towns, the lights are growin' dim, New Brunswick Power's greed, it's sinkin' us to the brim. Workin' hard, we're countin' dimes, to pay that heavy toll, Another bill comes 'round, it's crushin' to the soul. [Verse 2] Farmers can't afford to keep the barn lights all aglow, Sons and daughters leave, ‘cause the debts they nearly owe. New Brunswick Power stands so tall, in every single town, While folks are strugglin' every day, just tryin' to stay around. [Chorus] High price power, takin' all we've got, Empty pockets, workin' 'round the clock. Tired of their games, tired of their ways, Stand up together, we won't let this stay. [Verse 3] Granny in her old rockin' chair, can't keep the heater on, Winter nights are freezin' cold, while her hope is nearly gone. Factory bills are risin’ high, but wages won't increase, New Brunswick Power counts their gold, while our pain never cease. [Chorus] High price power, takin' all we've got, Empty pockets, workin' 'round the clock. Tired of their games, tired of their ways, Stand up together, we won't let this stay. [Verse 4] Politicians make their deals, sayin' nothin' can be done, But when the next election comes, they'll promise everyone. New Brunswick Power’s hold tight, will break if we unite, Community’s the power source, to win this weary fight.

[Verse] There's a man from the city, makes a million off a beat, Likes to dance in the limelight, slick shoes on his feet. But there's one thing I just can't seem to understand, Why he loves that baby oil, rubbing it with both hands. [Chorus] Oh, P Diddy, what's the deal? Why that shiny obsession? It's surreal. Out there on the dance floor, slipping like a seal, Oh, P Diddy, what's the deal? [Verse 2] From the Bronx to Hollywood, you made a name so big, But that baby's lotion bottle is your favorite gig. While others chase the dollar, buying cars and making noise, You're over in the corner, glistening like a toy. [Chorus] Oh, P Diddy, what's the deal? Why that shiny obsession? It's surreal. Out there on the dance floor, slipping like a seal, Oh, P Diddy, what's the deal? [Bridge] We respect your hustle, how you made it all this way, But that baby oil bottle’s got us scratching every day. In your shiny suits and diamonds, you don’t blend in, you gleam, But it's hard to take you serious, you’re like a slippery dream. [Verse 3] So here's a little advice from Nashville, where life’s more plain, Trade in that baby oil, for some boots and jeans again. You’ll still be flashy, still make the ladies swoon, But maybe leave the baby oil back in your dressing room.

If you smell something funny when you walk down the street, you're in Goon Town.
You look and see Baby oil bottles all over the street, you're in Goon Town.
Up and down the street there ain't nothing but Baby Oil, Gooner girls trying to get a Gooners boy's cash.
Then you even see a Troon with a big moustache, in Goon Town.

On the corner there's a Gooner with Lotion in his hand, that's Goon Town.
Trying to bum a baby oil bottle from whoever he can, in Goon Town. he’s trying to get lost in the sauce and sauce he’s gonna get in Goon Town. 
Gooners never bother about going to work, in Goon Town.
They seem to think that work is for jerks, outta Goon Town.
They don't do nothing but sleep and doze, he don't wake until his eyes are tired of being closed.
It's half a day's work for him to scratch his Ball,s in Goon Town.

It amazes me to see the way they live, in Goon Town.
They do all the taking while we have to give, to Goon Town.
The “Sigma” man worries, while the Gooners don't care, cause at the end of the month his check will be there.
Every Gooner earns his living off of OnlyFans , in Goon Town.

Every Gooner earns his living off of OnlyFans, in Goon Town.

[Verse] Come December, lights are shining bright, Big shots gather for their photo op night. Handin' out presents, wrapped up real nice, But come January, they vanish like ice. [Verse 2] Empty gestures, all for show, While their hearts stay cold as snow. They flash a smile, shake a hand, But it’s all for fame, not helping the land. [Chorus] Gifts and fables they weave, Only 'round Christmas Eve. They ain’t changin’ hearts or minds, Just foolin’ folks, leavin' truth behind. [Verse 3] See those headlines, plastered wide, Corporate kindness, just a yuletide ride. They're all for charity, so they proclaim, But by New Year’s, it’s all the same. [Verse 4] Storefronts decked in green and red, While families struggle to get ahead. They'll write a check, pose for a shot, Then take their bonuses, forget who they forgot. [Bridge] Why can’t they love the whole year through? Not just when cameras see what they do. Hearts need mending every single day, Not just when snowflakes pave the way.

[Verse] Old man Jenkins, shuffling his feet, In the long line, it's a daily meet. His hands are shaky, takes his time, Folks behind, casting looks, so unkind. [Verse 2] Miss Betty Sue with her floral purse, Counting pennies, it could be worse. She always smiles, waves hello, Though her pace is mighty slow. [Chorus] Patience wears thin, hearts remain strong, In a world rushing fast where they don't belong. But they've earned their right to take it slow, Through years of wisdom, they let it show. [Verse 3] At the counter, old Sam finds his pen, A simple task, now and then. He recalls the days when he moved swift, But now, life gives him a different gift. [Verse 4] Mary Ann needs help to sign her name, Though her spirit's bright, she's not the same. The teller nods, offers a gentle grin, Knowing patience is where kindness begins. [Chorus] Patience wears thin, hearts remain strong, In a world rushing fast where they don't belong. But they've earned their right to take it slow, Through years of wisdom, they let it show.

If you smell something funny when you walk down the street, you're in Goon Town.
You look and see Baby oil bottles all over the street, you're in Goon Town.
Up and down the street there ain't nothing but Baby Oil, Gooner girls trying to get a Gooners boy's cash.
Then you even see a Troon with a big moustache, in Goon Town.

On the corner there's a Gooner with Lotion in his hand, that's Goon Town.
Trying to bum a baby oil bottle from whoever he can, in Goon Town. he’s trying to get lost in the sauce and sauce he’s gonna get in Goon Town. 
Gooners never bother about going to work, in Goon Town.
They seem to think that work is for jerks, outta Goon Town.
They don't do nothing but sleep and doze, he don't wake until his eyes are tired of being closed.
It's half a day's work for him to scratch his Ball,s in Goon Town.

It amazes me to see the way they live, in Goon Town.
They do all the taking while we have to give, to Goon Town.
The “Sigma” man worries, while the Gooners don't care, cause at the end of the month his check will be there.
Every Gooner earns his living off of OnlyFans , in Goon Town.

Every Gooner earns his living off of OnlyFans, in Goon Town.

Verse 1] Oh, let me tell you ‘bout a guy named Kieran, Bad luck follows him—it ain't endearin’. Lost his house, lived in his car, Which ain't too bad… ‘til he got gout from drinking in a bar! (Oh no, Kieran!) [Chorus] He’s got no home, he’s got no ride, His feet are swollen, full of pride, His girl’s Alexa—talks real sweet, But she won’t respond when he’s out on the street! [Verse 2] Yeah, Kieran's life is a downward slide, Sleeping in a Ford that ain't his ride. Lookin’ like Marv from Home Alone, Except no gold teeth—just a busted phone! [Chorus] He’s got no house, he’s got no car, He’s got some gout, he won’t get far, His girlfriend’s name is voice-controlled, But she won’t call back when he’s feeling cold! [Bridge] (slower, dramatic pause) He said, “Life ain't fair, it’s a cruel ol' game, Even my shadow’s leavin’ in shame…” Then his Fiesta got stolen—he hit rock bottom, And if you need a lesson, well, Kieran’s got ‘em! [Final Chorus – Big Finish!] He’s got no roof, he’s got no ride, His joints are swollen, full of pride, If luck was cash, he’d be in debt, But don’t feel bad—he ain’t lost yet! (spoken:) "Hey, Alexa... can you fix my life?" "Sorry, I didn’t catch that."

سلام ای غروب غریبانه دل، سلام ای طلوع سحرگاه رفتن سلام ای غم لحظه های جدایی، خداحافظ ای شعر شبهای روشن خداحافظ ای شعر شبهای روشن

(Verse 1) Driving down this coastline, windows down, same song She laughs like you used to, but it don’t feel that strong Takes a bite of my ice cream, says she’s never done that before But I swear I’ve seen this moment, standing at a different door (Pre-Chorus) She calls me baby like you did Same old movie, different script I tell myself it's something new But every touch still leads to you (Chorus) Do you get déjà vu when you see me now? Do you wonder if she knows she’s just playing out Every memory we made, every word you used to say? I don’t mean to, but I do I still get déjà vu (Verse 2) Taught her how to dance in the middle of the street Told her all the stories that you once told to me And I hate that I compare her, but the echoes never fade Guess I thought by moving forward, I could make the past erase (Pre-Chorus) She calls me baby like you did Same old movie, different script I tell myself it's something new But every touch still leads to you (Chorus) Do you get déjà vu when you see me now? Do you wonder if she knows she’s just playing out Every memory we made, every word you used to say? I don’t mean to, but I do I still get déjà vu (Bridge) And maybe it’s not fair to her She deserves a love that’s real But I’m chasing after ghosts Trying to feel the way I used to feel (Outro) Driving down this coastline, windows down, same song She’s right here beside me, but you’re still the one I want

Je traîne mes pas dans l’ombre d’un éclat de gêne, Chaque sourire se fige quand mon verbe s’enchaîne. Mes mots se perdent, maladroits, sans aucune rime, Et l’univers entier se transforme en sitcom subprime. C’est la cringitude, mon quotidien inévitable, Les gestes qui font tressaillir, en mode incontrôlable. Je navigue en pleine awkwardness, un peu dépassé, Mais j’assume mes moments cringe, toujours en décalé. À chaque entrée en scène, c’est le fiasco assuré, Les regards se détournent, la gêne est proclamée. Je lance une vanne – oh non, elle tombe à plat – Et le silence se fait lourd comme un mauvais débat. C’est la cringitude, mon compagnon fidèle, Des situations gênantes, un festival intemporel. Je ris jaune, je rougis, mais je continue d’avancer, Car dans ce monde d’embarras, j’ai trouvé ma vérité. Parfois, j’essaie d’être cool, mais le destin en rit, Chaque faux mouvement m’écrit un nouveau récit. Si la vie est une scène où tout se joue en éclats, Je suis le héros cringe, fier de mes maladroits pas. C’est la cringitude, mon étendard un peu bancal, Entre rires et quiproquos, je trace mon idéal. J’accueille chaque moment gênant avec audace, Car dans le grand show du cringe, je trouve ma place.