I miss the old Curtle, With his faded blue jeans, Sippin’ sweet tea on the porch, Laughin’ ‘neath those pine trees. He’d strum that worn-out guitar, Singin’ songs ‘bout good times, The sun setting in the rearview, With all those stars in our eyes. (Chorus) I miss the old Curtle, When the world felt so right. His laugh was the music, That lit up the night. Now the days feel so heavy, With shadows in the light, I miss the old Curtle, Oh, he was my guide. (Verse 2) We’d drive down to the river, Caught fireflies in a jar, The smell of summer blossoms, Takin’ us back to the start. He’d tell those wild tales, ‘Bout the nights under the moon, Now silence fills the spaces, Where his laughter used to bloom. (Chorus) I miss the old Curtle, When the world felt so right. His laugh was the music, That lit up the night. Now the days feel so heavy, With shadows in the light, I miss the old Curtle, Oh, he was my guide. (Bridge) Time changes the seasons, And the people we hold dear, But oh, how I wish I could turn back, And keep all the memories near. We'll sit in that old truck, With the radio playin’ low, Just one more night with Curtle, Before the light starts to go. (Chorus) I miss the old Curtle, When the world felt so right. His laugh was the music, That lit up the night. Now the days feel so heavy, With shadows in the light, I miss the old Curtle, Oh, he was my guide. (Outro) So here’s to the memories, That time cannot erase, I’ll carry him with me, In every time and place. I miss the old Curtle, But his spirit lives on, In the echoes of laughter, And the songs we still hum along.
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The emotions conveyed in the song are primarily nostalgia, longing, and a bittersweet sense of loss. It reflects a deep appreciation for memories and the impact a loved one had on the singer's life.
This song is suitable for nostalgic moments, remembrance gatherings, or any celebration of life’s memories. It can be played during reflective family gatherings, memorials, or simply when sharing stories with friends about people we cherish.
The song features a simple yet effective structure combining verses, choruses, and a bridge to explore themes of memory and loss. The use of imagery, such as 'faded blue jeans' and 'sippin’ sweet tea', paints a vivid picture of a bygone era. The rhythmic strumming of a guitar in the background serves to enhance the laid-back, reflective mood typical of country music, complemented by a melodic chorus that invites sing-alongs.
If tomorrow all the tulips faded, And the windmills stopped their spin, I'd thank the skies for Holland, For the land where we begin. From the canals of Amsterdam, To the dunes by Zeeland's shore, Every field and dike reminds me What this land is fighting for. And I’m proud to call myself a Dutchman, Where the spirit’s free and bright, And I'll stand up tall in the polder winds, To defend her every right. There ain't no land like the Netherlands, Where the waters meet the sea, God bless this land of orange and green, Forever wild and free. From the farms of Friesland's prairies, To Rotterdam's mighty ports, To the art of Rembrandt and Van Gogh, And our rich athletic courts. Through the storms, we've held together, Our hearts a united chain, And even when the waters rose, The Dutch soul still remained. And I’m proud to call myself a Dutchman, Where the tulips bloom in spring, And I’ll stand up strong through the stormy nights, For the love this land will bring. There ain't no land like the Netherlands, Where the waters meet the sea, God bless this land of orange and green, Forever wild and free.
If tomorrow all the tulips faded, And the windmills stopped their spin, I'd thank the skies for Holland, For the land where we begin. From the canals of Amsterdam, To the dunes by Zeeland's shore, Every field and dike reminds me What this land is fighting for. And I’m proud to call myself a Dutchman, Where the spirit’s free and bright, And I'll stand up tall in the polder winds, To defend her every right. There ain't no land like the Netherlands, Where the waters meet the sea, God bless this land of orange and green, Forever wild and free. From the farms of Friesland's prairies, To Rotterdam's mighty ports, To the art of Rembrandt and Van Gogh, And our rich athletic courts. Through the storms, we've held together, Our hearts a united chain, And even when the waters rose, The Dutch soul still remained. And I’m proud to call myself a Dutchman, Where the tulips bloom in spring, And I’ll stand up strong through the stormy nights, For the love this land will bring. There ain't no land like the Netherlands, Where the waters meet the sea, God bless this land of orange and green, Forever wild and free.
The world keeps turning even after we’re gone Raindrops will fall, they don’t need anyone The faster, the better, humanity’s a plague We’re stuck in a loop, and counting the days The sun will still set, and the stars will burn out Clocks keep on ticking, but there’s nothing to count The future’s a lie, and the past doesn’t care Every step taken, it leads us nowhere Why live a life full of wasted potential Why tell the truth when it’s not what they want Why be a good person when good never works Mercy is met with a blade in return Why stand up for right when wrong is a winner Why bother smiling when everything’s a joke Why dream of the sky when you’re chained to the earth Mercy is met with a blade in return The waves coming in, try to wash us away Tides ever shifting, we simply stay in place The harder we work, the less we achieve We’re fighting for nothing, pretend to believe The streets might stop burning, but the blood never dries Ignoring the carnage, try as we might The future’s a lie, and the past doesn’t care Every step taken, it leads us nowhere Why live a life full of wasted potential Why tell the truth when it’s not what they want Why be a good person when good never works Mercy is met with a blade in return Why stand up for right when wrong is a winner Why bother smiling when everything’s a joke Why dream of the sky when you’re chained to the earth Mercy is met with a blade in return We’re born just to suffer, and die to be free Chasing a purpose that’s never been real This life’s but a cycle, we kill and we rape Still we keep marching, cause nothing’s at stake Why live a life full of wasted potential Why tell the truth when it’s not what they want Why be a good person when good never works Mercy is met with a blade in return Why stand up for right when wrong is a winner Why bother smiling when everything’s a joke Why dream of the sky when you’re chained to the earth Mercy is met with a blade in return Mercy is met with a blade in return
The world keeps turning even after we’re gone Raindrops will fall, they don’t need anyone The faster, the better, humanity’s a plague We’re stuck in a loop, and counting the days The sun will still set, and the stars will burn out Clocks keep on ticking, but there’s nothing to count The future’s a lie, and the past doesn’t care Every step taken, it leads us nowhere Why live a life full of wasted potential Why tell the truth when it’s not what they want Why be a good person when good never works Mercy is met with a blade in return Why stand up for right when wrong is a winner Why bother smiling when everything’s a joke Why dream of the sky when you’re chained to the earth Mercy is met with a blade in return The waves coming in, try to wash us away Tides ever shifting, we simply stay in place The harder we work, the less we achieve We’re fighting for nothing, pretend to believe The streets might stop burning, but the blood never dries Ignoring the carnage, try as we might The future’s a lie, and the past doesn’t care Every step taken, it leads us nowhere Why live a life full of wasted potential Why tell the truth when it’s not what they want Why be a good person when good never works Mercy is met with a blade in return Why stand up for right when wrong is a winner Why bother smiling when everything’s a joke Why dream of the sky when you’re chained to the earth Mercy is met with a blade in return We’re born just to suffer, and die to be free Chasing a purpose that’s never been real This life’s but a cycle, we kill and we rape Still we keep marching, cause nothing’s at stake Why live a life full of wasted potential Why tell the truth when it’s not what they want Why be a good person when good never works Mercy is met with a blade in return Why stand up for right when wrong is a winner Why bother smiling when everything’s a joke Why dream of the sky when you’re chained to the earth Mercy is met with a blade in return Mercy is met with a blade in return
[Verse] Her laughter echoes in my mind, Memories that I can't rewind. She left this world, and I'm to blame, In the whispers of the wind, I hear her name. [Verse 2] The bottle brings a fleeting peace, Numbs the pain but never leaves. Her funeral's the last we spoke, Now I'm shattered, bare, and broke. [Chorus] No solace found in nights so long, A family's love can't mend the wrong. Anger fuels this heart of stone, In a house where love has flown. [Verse 3] In the silence of her empty room, Flowers fade, but grief's in bloom. Pictures fading on the wall, I scream her name, but there's no call. [Verse 4] Hope is a stranger, passing by, Her light once bright beneath this sky. Every tear a battle lost, Addictions won, at such a cost. [Chorus] No solace found in nights so long, A family's love can't mend the wrong. Anger fuels this heart of stone, In a house where love has flown.
In the hush of the night, where the stars find their keep, I’ve wandered these roads, where the quiet runs deep. The wind carries whispers of love I can’t hold, Memories scattered like dust in the cold. I’ve stood where the silence feels heavy and wide, Where time moves slow and the world slips aside. The stillness speaks of a promise we made, Of hearts intertwined that will never fade Where the quiet runs deep, where the shadows don’t creep, In the silence, I find all the words we can’t speak. Where the world slows down, and the moment is ours, In the still of the night, we’re the light of the stars Through fields that are empty, where the river runs dry, I’ve heard your name carried on the wind’s sigh. In places forgotten, where we’ve made our stand, I’ll hold you close, and we’ll walk hand in hand. Verse 4 (Female): There’s peace in the air, in the quiet we keep, A promise unspoken, where the quiet runs deep. The road may be long, but we’ll carry the light, Together, we’ll make it through the still of the night. There’s peace in the air, in the quiet we keep, A promise unspoken, where the quiet runs deep. The road may be long, but we’ll carry the light, Together, we’ll make it through the still of the night. Where the quiet runs deep, where the shadows don’t creep, In the silence, I find all the words we can’t speak. Where the world slows down, and the moment is ours, In the still of the the quiet, in the stillness, in the place we’ve found, Where the quiet runs deep, our hearts will resound.
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Verse 1: I may be alone, walking this road, A quiet shadow in the cold. I don’t know if I’ll make it past 25, But I’m still here, still trying to survive. I’ve been through hell, I’ve been through fire, But I’m still standing, lifting myself higher. No friends, no family, it’s just me, But I won’t let the darkness swallow me. Pre-Chorus: I’ll keep walking, carrying this weight, Forging my path, never giving in to fate. Time slips by, but I’m holding on tight, I’ll keep fighting, even in the night. Chorus: I’m tired, so tired, don’t wanna wake up, But I keep on fighting, keep on holding up. I put on a smile, just to hide the tears, But deep inside, I’m facing all my fears. I may be broken, but I won’t break, I’ll keep on fighting, no matter what it takes. Verse 2: Gave my heart, it got torn apart, But I’m rebuilding, piece by piece, a brand new start. It’s hard to breathe when the world’s this cold, But I’ll keep pushing forward, bold. No, I won’t stop, not today, not now, Even though the weight’s too much to allow. I’ll carry this load and I’ll keep my fight, In the darkest moments, I’ll find my light. Pre-Chorus: I’ll keep walking, carrying this weight, Forging my path, never giving in to fate. Time slips by, but I’m holding on tight, I’ll keep fighting, even in the night. Chorus: I’m tired, so tired, don’t wanna wake up, But I keep on fighting, keep on holding up. I put on a smile, just to hide the tears, But deep inside, I’m facing all my fears. I may be broken, but I won’t break, I’ll keep on fighting, no matter what it takes. Bridge: The scars I carry, they tell my story, A life that’s tough, but I’m still seeking glory. Though I fall, I rise again, I’ll keep walking, through the rain. Chorus (Reprise): I’m tired, so tired, don’t wanna wake up, But I keep on fighting, keep on holding up. I put on a smile, just to hide the tears, But deep inside, I’m facing all my fears. I may be broken, but I won’t break, I’ll keep on fighting, no matter what it takes. Outro: I’ll keep fighting, I’ll keep fighting, I’ll find the strength in every tear. Even though I’m tired, I’ll keep fighting, I won’t give up, not here. (Soft fade out)
Thank you for being a man Helps around the house, when he can Your heart is kind, you're my rock and my friend I'm not afraid to say I hope it always stays this way My hat is off, won't you stand up and take a bow When days are long and nights are tough You step in, more than enough Packing lunches, folding clothes You're the hero everyone knows Thank you for being a man Chorus Thank you for being a man (I wanna thank you) Thank you for being a man (I wanna thank you) Thank you for being a man (I wanna thank you) Thank you for being a man When the laundry piles high Or when tantrums make tempers fly You're there with patient calm Holding tight, a soothing balm Running errands, grocery hauls Building forts and fixing dolls Every moment you dedicate A life so full, you cultivate When days turn into years Through milestones and new frontiers You’ll play dress-up, bake, and sing Find the magic in everything Thank you for being a man Chorus Thank you for being a man (I wanna thank you) Thank you for being a man (I wanna thank you) Thank you for being a man (I wanna thank you) Thank you for being a man People, let me tell you 'bout this man (I wanna thank you) Who always gives all that he can (I wanna thank you) Thank you for being a man Thank you for being a man
Dette er en meget sørgelig historie Om en mand ved navn, Skipper Bent Som led skibsforlis ude for Møns Klint. Skibet sank ude for Møns Klint Der kom en kæmpe meteor Og slog hans skib til pindebrænde Og bølgerne de sprøjtede Og han var ved at drukne Men han så et lys komme oppe fra Og han vidste han var reddet. Vores Skipper Bent Han bli'r næppe glemt For han var en Tapper sømand x2 Op på bredden, stod en jomfru Og reddede ham I land Hun var fra negerland Og åh den stakkels mand Hun var jo ondskaben selv Ja det gik gruligt galt Hun var kannibal Og putted' ham I gryden Og hun slikked' sig Om munden og grinte "HAHAHA" Vores Skipper Bent Han bli'r næppe glemt For han var en Tapper sømand x2 Nu var han blev't kogt og det var ikke godt Så hun stegte ham på panden Han begyndt at skrig' som en lille pi' Og sagde "AV FOR FANDEN" Så tog hun hans pik og krydder'd den engang Før hun rev den af med en pølsetang Hun gnaskede hans stang Men kun en enkelt gang For hun fik creme I munden Vores Skipper Bent Han bli'r næppe glemt For han var en Tapper sømand x6
Dette er en meget sørgelig historie Om en mand ved navn, Skipper Bent Som led skiftevis ude for Møns Klint. Skibet sank ude for Møns Klint Der kom en kæmpe meteor Og slog hans skib til pindebrænde Og bølgerne de sprøjtede Og han var ved at drukne Men han så et lys komme oppe fra Og han vidste han var reddet. Vores Skipper Bent Han bli'r næppe glemt For han var en Tapper sømand x2 Op på bredden, stod en jomfru Og reddede ham I land Hun var fra negerland Og åh den stakkels mand Hun var jo ondskaben selv Ja det gik gruligt galt Hun var kannibal Og putted' ham I gryden Og hun slikked' sig Om munden og grinte "HAHAHA" Vores Skipper Bent Han bli'r næppe glemt For han var en Tapper sømand x2 Nu var han blev't kogt og det var ikke godt Så hun stegte ham på panden Han begyndt at skrig' som en lille pi' Og sagde "AV FOR FANDEN" Så tog hun hans pik og krydder'd den engang Før hun rev den af med en pølsetang Hun gnaskede hans stang Men kun en enkelt gang For hun fik creme I munden Vores Skipper Bent Han bli'r næppe glemt For han var en Tapper sømand x6
