Dubstyle

Folk de siger, at søndag er familiens dag. Men hvad med os eneboere, som ikke deler tag? Nogle bliver sørgmodige, nogle bliver triste, andre tyer til gøremål, mange bliver liggende. Refræn Men hvem har bestemt, at søndag skal være sådan? Nej, hør mit råd, og tag proppen af. For søndag kan sagtens blive en dejlig dag! Vers 2 Kaffe på altanen, en bog i ro og fred, eller en tur i skoven, bare dig og dit eget sted. Ingen siger, du skal noget, bare gør, hvad du vil. Giv plads til lidt glæde, og mærk søndagsfredens spil. Refræn Men hvem har bestemt, at søndag skal være sådan? Nej, hør mit råd, og tag proppen af. For søndag kan sagtens blive en dejlig dag! Bro Sæt musikken på, dans i dit køkken. Syng højt, selvom naboen hører dit brøl! Glem, hvad de siger, søndag er din, skab din egen melodi – så fin. Refræn Men hvem har bestemt, at søndag skal være sådan? Nej, hør mit råd, og tag proppen af. For søndag kan sagtens blive en dejlig dag! Outro Ja, søndag kan sagtens, blive en dejlig dag. Bare gør, hvad der gør dig glad!"

Folk de siger, at søndag er familiens dag. Men hvad med os eneboere, som ikke deler tag? Nogle bliver sørgmodige, nogle bliver triste, andre tyer til gøremål, mange bliver liggende. Refræn Men hvem har bestemt, at søndag skal være sådan? Nej, hør mit råd, og tag proppen af. For søndag kan sagtens blive en dejlig dag! Vers 2 Kaffe på altanen, en bog i ro og fred, eller en tur i skoven, bare dig og dit eget sted. Ingen siger, du skal noget, bare gør, hvad du vil. Giv plads til lidt glæde, og mærk søndagsfredens spil. Refræn Men hvem har bestemt, at søndag skal være sådan? Nej, hør mit råd, og tag proppen af. For søndag kan sagtens blive en dejlig dag! Bro Sæt musikken på, dans i dit køkken. Syng højt, selvom naboen hører dit brøl! Glem, hvad de siger, søndag er din, skab din egen melodi – så fin. Refræn Men hvem har bestemt, at søndag skal være sådan? Nej, hør mit råd, og tag proppen af. For søndag kan sagtens blive en dejlig dag! Outro Ja, søndag kan sagtens, blive en dejlig dag. Bare gør, hvad der gør dig glad!"

അത്തിലി ഇത്തിലി പനങ്കിത്താലി സെറ്റിമ സെറ്റിമസാ അച്ഛനും കൊച്ചനും കൊച്ചനിയത്തീം സെറ്റിമ സെറ്റിമസാ കുക്കുരു കുക്കു കുറുക്കൻ കക്കിരി കക്കും കറുമ്പൻ പണ്ടൊരു കാട്ടിലെത്തി മുന്തിരികണ്ടു കൊതിച്ച് നാക്കിലു വെള്ളം കുതിച്ചു കൊമ്പത്തു നോക്കി നിന്നൂഅത്തിലി ഇത്തിലി പനങ്കിത്താലി സെറ്റിമ സെറ്റിമസാ അച്ഛനും കൊച്ചനും കൊച്ചനിയത്തീം സെറ്റിമ സെറ്റിമസാ കുക്കുരു കുക്കു കുറുക്കൻ കക്കിരി കക്കും കറുമ്പൻ പണ്ടൊരു കാട്ടിലെത്തി മുന്തിരികണ്ടു കൊതിച്ച് നാക്കിലു വെള്ളം കുതിച്ചു കൊമ്പത്തു നോക്കി നിന്നൂദൂരെ നിന്നു കളി പറഞ്ഞു കുറുകും കുരുന്നു കാക്കക്കുരുവീ എന്തിനെന്റെ കുട്ടിക്കുറുക്കാ അരുതാത്ത കാര്യം നോക്കി കൊതിച്ചു കുക്കുരു കുക്കു കുറുക്കൻ ഉത്തരമന്നു പറഞ്ഞു മുന്തിരി പുളിക്കുമെന്ന് മുന്തിരികണ്ടു കൊതിച്ച് നാക്കിലു വെള്ളം കുതിച്ചു കൊമ്പത്തു നോക്കി നിന്നൂകടംകഥ പറഞ്ഞതു കേൾക്കാതെ അതുവഴി പോയൊരു കുരങ്ങച്ചൻ ചക്കരക്കുടത്തിൽ തല നീട്ടി കുടുകുടെ കുടുങ്ങി തല കറങ്ങീ കുറുക്കുനും കുരങ്ങനും കുടുങ്ങിയ കഥയൊന്നു പറഞ്ഞു മതിമറന്നു തക്കിടി മുക്കിടി താറാവും പുത്തരി കൊത്തിയ തത്തമ്മേം പച്ചമുളം കുഴലൂതി നടക്കണ കുളിരും പൂങ്കാറ്റിൽകുക്കുരു കുക്കു കുറുക്കൻ കക്കിരി കക്കും കറുമ്പൻ പണ്ടൊരു കാട്ടിലെത്തി മുന്തിരികണ്ടു കൊതിച്ച് നാക്കിലു വെള്ളം കുതിച്ചു കൊമ്പത്തു നോക്കി നിന്നൂകുരങ്ങനും കുറുക്കനും അറിയാതെ കരടിയും കിടുവയും കാണാതെ ഇരപിടിക്കാൻ വന്നൊരിടിക്കടുവ കടന്നൽകൂട്ടിലൊരടി കൊടുത്തേ അടിമുടി ഇളകിയ കടന്നൽ പട കണ്ടു കടുവ പിട പിടഞ്ഞേ അക്കിടി പറ്റിയതറിയാതെ ആ വഴി വന്നൊരു കാട്ടാന കാട്ടുകടന്നൽ കടിയുടെ എരിവും പുളിയും കൊണ്ടോടികുക്കുരു കുക്കു കുറുക്കൻ കക്കിരി കക്കും കറുമ്പൻ പണ്ടൊരു കാട്ടിലെത്തി മുന്തിരികണ്ടു കൊതിച്ച് നാക്കിലു വെള്ളം കുതിച്ചു കൊമ്പത്തു നോക്കി നിന്നൂ

"Happy Birthday, Dad" (Verse 1) It's been four long years since you went away, And I still hear your voice, in my mind every day. The jokes, the laughter, the fights we had, Still echo in my heart, both good and bad. (Pre-Chorus) I wish I’d said I love you, instead of goodbye, But now I can only talk to the stars in the sky. (Chorus) Happy Birthday, Dad, I miss you so, I wish you were here, to watch me grow. Your spirit’s beside me, I feel you near, But it’s not the same without you here. Happy Birthday, Dad, I still hold you tight, In my heart, you’re still shining bright. (Verse 2) We fought, we yelled, we didn’t always agree, But deep down, I know you still loved me. The photos we took, through the years gone by, I see your smile, and I start to cry. (Pre-Chorus) I’ll hold on to the good times we had, Through all of the moments, both happy and sad. (Chorus) Happy Birthday, Dad, I miss you so, I wish you were here, to watch me grow. Your spirit’s beside me, I feel you near, But it’s not the same without you here. Happy Birthday, Dad, I still hold you tight, In my heart, you’re still shining bright. (Bridge) I know you're out there, watching from above, Surrounded by peace, wrapped in endless love. And though we’re apart, we’ll never be far, 'Cause I’ll always carry you, in who I am, who you are. (Chorus) Happy Birthday, Dad, I miss you so, I wish you were here, to watch me grow. Your spirit’s beside me, I feel you near, But it’s not the same without you here. Happy Birthday, Dad, I still hold you tight, In my heart, you’re still shining bright. (Outro) Happy Birthday, Dad, I’ll love you forever, Though we’re apart, we’ll be together… In my heart, you’ll always be… Happy Birthday, Dad, always with me.

The world keeps turning even after we’re gone Raindrops will fall, no need for anyone The faster, the better, humanity’s a plague We’re stuck in a loop, and counting the days The sun will still set, the stars burning 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 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

There'll be three heroes tonight asleep Bluebear with courage so deep The Orch of dawn with eyes so bright And the Lord with iron heart's might Reina with red hair dark as the night Bound to a circle where shadows take flight A whisper of secrets in thickened air Three heroes' fate in her fiery glare Reina scream in the wind a farewell song To save the heroes she sacrifice herself A shine in the shadows and her candle turn off But the love win and the evil disappear Bluebeard confronts the shadows with his roar, The heir brings hope through veils once more, The marquis, with sword, defies the years, In Reina's name, they live through our tears Reina's sacrifice echoes in their hearts, Three heroes bear her memory in their parts, For justice, they fight in her name once more, An eternal echo in the stars they swore Reina scream in the wind a farewell song To save the heroes she sacrifice herself A shine in the shadows and her candle turn off But the love win and the evil disappear

PAS 1 shows the financial way, PAS 7 shows the cash we pay. PAS 10, events we know, PAS 12, taxes help us grow. PAS 16, plants and tools, PAS 19, benefits are the rules. PAS 23, borrowing’s clear, PAS 24, related ones appear. PAS 27, statements that stand, PAS 28, ventures hand in hand. PAS 32, instruments we show, PAS 34, interim reports we know. PAS 41, farming is key, These are the PAS, as you can see!

Title: “Backroads and Memories” Verse 1: Driving down these old backroads, Dust kicks up, the wind blows slow. I see the barn where we first kissed, Now it’s just a place that I miss. Chorus: But I still hear your laugh in the summer rain, Feel your hand in mine as we danced through the pain. Though you’re gone, this heart still believes, In the love we shared, and those sweet memories. Verse 2: The porch light flickers like your smile, I close my eyes, drift back for a while. With your blue dress swaying in the moonlight, We promised forever that one July night. Bridge: Time rolls on, seasons fade, But some things in the heart always stay. No matter where I go or where I’ve been, I find myself here, wishing for you again. Chorus: Cause I still hear your laugh in the summer rain, Feel your hand in mine as we danced through the pain. Though you’re gone, this heart still believes, In the love we shared, and those sweet memories. Outro: Driving down these old backroads alone, You’re the one place that still feels like home.

(MALE ) In the cradle of dawn, where the river's song flows, A child sits in her garden, where the marigold grows. Her dreams are like stars, untouched by night, Her laughter like birds, in their innocent flight. Yet the wind whispers tales, of a shadowed fate, A bride in the bud, her childhood's gate. The bindis, the bangles, the red of her veil, Cover the spark that no words can unveil. Why must the bloom be plucked from its stem, Before the morning has whispered to them? Why must the anklet, so heavy and cold, Bind the young feet, before they are old? O Mother, O Father, why hasten the day, When the blossoms of youth are stolen away? Let the river of time in its own course flow, Let the child in her garden, in her innocence, grow. And one day, the world will be hers to embrace, And the shadows of the past, she will then erase. But for now, let her be, in her garden so wild, Let her live, let her breathe, for she is still a child.

(MALE ) In the cradle of dawn, where the river's song flows, A child sits in her garden, where the marigold grows. Her dreams are like stars, untouched by night, Her laughter like birds, in their innocent flight. Yet the wind whispers tales, of a shadowed fate, A bride in the bud, her childhood's gate. The bindis, the bangles, the red of her veil, Cover the spark that no words can unveil. Why must the bloom be plucked from its stem, Before the morning has whispered to them? Why must the anklet, so heavy and cold, Bind the young feet, before they are old? O Mother, O Father, why hasten the day, When the blossoms of youth are stolen away? Let the river of time in its own course flow, Let the child in her garden, in her innocence, grow. And one day, the world will be hers to embrace, And the shadows of the past, she will then erase. But for now, let her be, in her garden so wild, Let her live, let her breathe, for she is still a child.

(MALE ) In the cradle of dawn, where the river's song flows, A child sits in her garden, where the marigold grows. Her dreams are like stars, untouched by night, Her laughter like birds, in their innocent flight. Yet the wind whispers tales, of a shadowed fate, A bride in the bud, her childhood's gate. The bindis, the bangles, the red of her veil, Cover the spark that no words can unveil. Why must the bloom be plucked from its stem, Before the morning has whispered to them? Why must the anklet, so heavy and cold, Bind the young feet, before they are old? O Mother, O Father, why hasten the day, When the blossoms of youth are stolen away? Let the river of time in its own course flow, Let the child in her garden, in her innocence, grow. And one day, the world will be hers to embrace, And the shadows of the past, she will then erase. But for now, let her be, in her garden so wild, Let her live, let her breathe, for she is still a child.

(MALE ) In the cradle of dawn, where the river's song flows, A child sits in her garden, where the marigold grows. Her dreams are like stars, untouched by night, Her laughter like birds, in their innocent flight. Yet the wind whispers tales, of a shadowed fate, A bride in the bud, her childhood's gate. The bindis, the bangles, the red of her veil, Cover the spark that no words can unveil. Why must the bloom be plucked from its stem, Before the morning has whispered to them? Why must the anklet, so heavy and cold, Bind the young feet, before they are old? O Mother, O Father, why hasten the day, When the blossoms of youth are stolen away? Let the river of time in its own course flow, Let the child in her garden, in her innocence, grow. And one day, the world will be hers to embrace, And the shadows of the past, she will then erase. But for now, let her be, in her garden so wild, Let her live, let her breathe, for she is still a child.