THE FALL

"The Caleb Show" Well, he’s got big opinions and a bigger brain (or so he thinks!) He went to Berkeley, so he’ll mansplain everything! Askin’ dumb questions ‘bout space and time, Like, "What if squirrels ran the stock market—would we be fine?" Background singers: "Huh? What? That makes no sense!" He says he’s a movie guy, seen ‘em all, no doubt! But ask ‘bout Lawrence of Arabia—"Uh, haven’t checked that out…" He’s always runnin’ late, always blamin’ his mate, "Bro, my car was blocked in—man, it’s just fate!" He’s got excuses! He’s got hot takes! But common sense is what he lacks! Loves the Cubs, but don’t know stats, And somehow still thinks he’s a genius at that! Nobody can say his last name right… Sazzy-baka? Sarah-banana? Sharpy-jocka? Suh-zarba...what? "Oh, uh… just call me Caleb." It’s The Caleb Show! He’s got questions, but no clue! Livin’ life with random facts, and a roommate to blame it on too! Yeah, The Caleb Show! He’s the smartest in the room (or so he’d say!) If you need a pointless tangent, he’ll take you all the way! "Wait, is Lawrence of Arabia that one with Brad Pitt?" "Caleb, please… just stop." THE CALEB SHOWWWWW! (freeze-frame high-five) Starring Timothée Chalamet!

[Verse] Woke up to the morning light so bright Shadows fade and take flight Coffee brews as thoughts ignite Another day feels just right [Verse 2] City hums and birds take wing Hear the melodies they sing Steps on pavement echo ring Joy in simple everyday thing [Chorus] Life's a song just waiting to be played Moments shine even as memories fade In the dawn dreams slowly cascade Every heartbeat a serenade [Verse 3] Yesterday's blues they all disappear New adventures drawing near Laughs and tears blend so clear Embrace the unknown without fear [Chorus] Life's a song just waiting to be played Moments shine even as memories fade In the dawn dreams slowly cascade Every heartbeat a serenade [Bridge] Reach for stars that seem so high Touch the clouds in the sky With every breath let out a sigh Find the beauty as time goes by

[Verse] Nights blurry, can't see straight, Pill bottle my roommate. Heart heavy, got no fate, She gone, left me irate. [Chorus] Lost in shadows, no light found, Screams silent, no one's around. Needles whisper, love's drowned, Her ghost lingers, pain profound. [Verse 2] Soul shattered, can't feel love, Clouded skies, no stars above. Cold veins, with that white dove, She ditched me, no more shove. [Chorus] Lost in shadows, no light found, Screams silent, no one's around. Needles whisper, love's drowned, Her ghost lingers, pain profound. [Bridge] Broken promises, sores unhealed, Numb my senses, can't deal. Bleeding memories, I've concealed, Her back turned, it's surreal. [Verse 3] Empty nights, drugs my fate, Struggling breathless, she’s irate. False hope, a broken slate, Love toxic, been betrayed.

🎶 "The Caleb Show" - Cheesy Sitcom Theme Song 🎶 (Upbeat, corny, and full of 90s sitcom charm!) (🎸🎷 Funky intro with a slap bass groove and cheesy synth horns 🎺🎶) (Verse 1) Well, he’s got big opinions and a bigger brain (or so he thinks!) He went to Berkeley, so he’ll mansplain everything! Askin’ dumb questions ‘bout space and time, Like, "What if squirrels ran the stock market—would we be fine?" (🎶 Background singers: "Huh? What? That makes no sense!" 🎶) (Verse 2) He says he’s a movie guy, seen ‘em all, no doubt! But ask ‘bout Lawrence of Arabia—"Uh, haven’t checked that out…" He’s always runnin’ late, always blamin’ his mate, "Bro, my car was blocked in—man, it’s just fate!" (Pre-Chorus - Build up!) 🎶 He’s got excuses! 🎶 🎶 He’s got hot takes! 🎶 🎶 But common sense is what he lacks! 🎶 🎶 Loves the Cubs, but don’t know stats, 🎶 🎶 And somehow still thinks he’s a genius at that! 🎶 (Chorus - Big cheesy sitcom vibes!) 🎶 It’s The Caleb Show! 🎶 🎶 He’s got questions, but no clue! 🎶 🎶 Livin’ life with random facts, and a roommate to blame it on too! 🎶 🎶 Yeah, The Caleb Show! 🎶 🎶 He’s the smartest in the room (or so he’d say!) 🎶 🎶 If you need a pointless tangent, he’ll take you all the way! 🎶 (Outro - Laugh track kicks in!) 🎶 "Wait, is Lawrence of Arabia that one with Brad Pitt?" 🎶 🎶 "Caleb, please… just stop." 🎶 🎶 THE CALEB SHOWWWWW! 🎶 (freeze-frame high-five)

[Verse] Woke up on a cloud, feelin' colossal, Drippin' luxury, Gucci to the fossils, Dreams like kingpins touchin' asphalt, Lyrics like missiles, no win by default, [Chorus] Heavy crown, in the game, so regal, Apex predator, movin' lethal, Street symphony, no equal sequel, Hustler's anthem, pure diesel, [Verse] Rollin' deep, shadows of skyscrapers, From the boroughs, nothin' but capers, Makin’ millions off rhymes and capers, Got the code, unlockin' papers, [Verse] Midnight grind, workin' the hustle, Words sharp, cut through the hustle, Fresh from the block, nothin' but muscle, Mic in hand, no need for tussle, [Chorus] Heavy crown, in the game, so regal, Apex predator, movin' lethal, Street symphony, no equal sequel, Hustler's anthem, pure diesel, [Bridge] Skyline to the neon glow, Fast lane life, never slow, Cash flow, stack it in a row, Legacy carved, let it grow,

[Verse] Came through the door, no key, no entry Flow so heavy, like I'm benchin' twenty Chain glimmer bright, turning night into mornin' Catch me on the block, where the legends be rollin' [Verse 2] Skyscraper dreams, but I'm grounded in the hood Voice of the streets, misunderstood From the basement beats to the platinum ceilings Spit fire hot, now they catching the feelings [Chorus] Mic check, one-two, what it do Dropped the beat, crowd rockin' to the groove Hands high, everybody feel the move Bassline thumpin', it's a party in the room [Verse 3] Lyrics like a puzzle, but the pieces all fit Clever with the words, with a side of wit Hustlin' daily, from dawn till it's night Pen stays sharp, every line’s airtight [Verse 4] Reality twisted, but never fiction Spit the truth raw, no need for permission On this road, no map, just intuition Made my own lane, call it ambition [Chorus] Mic check, one-two, what it do Dropped the beat, crowd rockin' to the groove Hands high, everybody feel the move Bassline thumpin', it's a party in the room

Verse 1  Yo, step into the ring, it’s a lyrical brawl,  You thought you could take me? Man, you’re bound to fall.  I’m the king of this game, call me the rap czar,  You’re just a cheap knockoff, like a fake guitar.  Got bars so heavy, they could sink a ship,  While you’re spitting weak lines, I’m the captain on this trip.  I’m the storm in the booth, you’re just a light drizzle,  Tryna step to my throne? Better practice your whizzle.  Chorus  This is a killshot, aim straight for the heart,  You’re playing checkers while I’m mastering art.  Step back, little man, you don’t know what you started,  I’m the fire in the booth, and you’re just cold-hearted.  Verse 2  You think you’re clever with your little disses?  But I’m the one who’s got the crowd blowing kisses.  Your rhymes are like your dreams—never gonna happen,  I’m the beast on the track while you’re just a has-been.  I’ve been through the struggle, yeah, I’ve walked through the flames,  While you sit on the sidelines, just playing your games.  I’m a lyrical assassin, got a pen like a sword,  You’re a wannabe player with no real reward.  Chorus  This is a killshot, aim straight for the heart,  You’re playing checkers while I’m mastering art.  Step back, little man, you don’t know what you started,  I’m the fire in the booth, and you’re just cold-hearted.  Bridge  So take your shots, but they’ll never land right,  I’m the shadow in your dreams, haunting you at night.  You can try to run, but there’s nowhere to hide,  I’m the truth in this game; I’m the wave and the tide.  Verse 3  Now it’s time to wrap it up, put your pride on the shelf,  You can’t compete with me; better check yourself.  I’m the voice of a generation, got my sights set high,  While you’re stuck in the past—man, it’s time to say bye.  So here’s your lesson: don’t step to the pro,  I’m the fire in your nightmares; I’m the star of the show.  You thought you could take me? Well, that’s cute and all,  But this is my domain—welcome to my downfall. Chorus  This is a killshot, aim straight for the heart,  You’re playing checkers while I’m mastering art.  Step back, little man, you don’t know what you started,  I’m the fire in the booth, and you’re just cold-hearted.

Verse 1: In the halls, we learn and grow, Books and dreams, they start to show, Every day, I find my way, With friends and hope to guide the way. Verse 2: From the first bell to the last, Memories we’ll make and last, In this place, we come alive, School is where our dreams will fly.

[Verse] Walking down the boulevard we stand tall Shouting loud to the sky no one can fall Building walls in our minds break them down We’ll rise together own this town [Verse 2] Red hats on and flags in hand Marching forward we take command Voices loud in unity we say Let's make it shine never fade away [Chorus] Oh we're making it great again Lift the banner high let it wave my friend Together we'll mend what is broken and torn In this land of ours we’ll be reborn [Bridge] From the cities to the fields we roam Every heart beats true every house a home We're forging ahead lighting the way In this great land we'll proudly stay [Verse 3] Change is the spark the fire we light Bringing dawn to the longest night Forward together we'll set the pace With strength in our soul we'll embrace [Chorus] Oh we're making it great again Lift the banner high let it wave my friend Together we'll mend what is broken and torn In this land of ours we’ll be reborn

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Tom’s been around, since the reel-to-reel, From Pinedale to Big Piney, keeping it real. A little opinionated, but that’s his way, Still got that spark, every single day. It’s the drive home, from Sublette to here, Tom’s on the mic, with a voice you can cheer. From the classics to the latest hits, He’s still got it, no doubt about it!