Gifts and Fables

[Verso] Había un niñito se llamaba el Pollo Perdió su examen y se armó un jaleo La escuela entera se dio cuenta del rollo Los profes riendo vaya gran desmadreo [Verso 2] El Pollo lloraba su mala fortuna Decía mañana me escapo en la luna Quería ser héroe sin tener su armadura Luchar contra dragones solo con su pluma [Estribillo] Oh Pollo mi amigo no todo está perdido Levanta tu cabeza el mundo no se ha ido El ICFES no define quien eres en la vida Tienes mil caminos no llores de seguida [Verso 3] Pensó en sus sueños de ser piloto Volar sobre ciudades surcar el cielo roto Las nubes su alfombra sus alas su alborozo El Pollo se decide ya no está tan loco [Verso 4] Su madre decía todo tiene su tiempo No corras Pollo escucha el viento La vida es un viaje aprende en el intento Las notas son cifras no siempre el fundamento [Estribillo] Oh Pollo mi amigo no todo está perdido Levanta tu cabeza el mundo no se ha ido El ICFES no define quien eres en la vida Tienes mil caminos no llores de seguida

I just wanted to walk with her, To hold her hand through the darkest of nights I wanted to talk with her, Her mind was filled with light

[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.

[Verse] আমি ভুলে গিয়েছি আজ তোমাকে মনে পরেনা আর এ কি সত্যি নাকি মিছে অভিনয় বোঝা বড় দায় [Verse 2] আমি ভুলে গিয়েছি আজ তোমাকে মনে পরেনা আর চোখ ভেজেনা আর তোমায় ভেবে আপন জলেতে [Chorus] আমি ভুলে গিয়েছি আজ তোমাকে মনে পরেনা আর মন ভেজেনা এখন তো আর তোমার আবেসে [Bridge] আমি ভুলে গিয়েছি তোমার কথা দুঃখে ডুবা যায় বাতাসে মিশে থাকেনা তুমি শেষ রাতের আলোয় [Verse 3] আমি চাইনি এমন হোক মনের ভেতরে ভুলেছি আজ তোমাকে সময়ের যতেলা নতুন স্বপ্নে ভুলেগেছি বড় দায় [Chorus] আমি ভুলে গিয়েছি আজ তোমাকে মনে পরেনা আর মন ভেজেনা এখন তো আর তোমার আবেসে

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.

[Verse] In a world of wishes tonight Your smile's my favorite light Blowing out those candles now Gonna make you feel wow [Verse 2] Underneath these fairy lights Every dream takes flight In your eyes I find my stay On your birthday Hip hooray [Chorus] Birthday love rise tonight high You're my star in the sky Candles burning bright and true Love's a gift wrapped in you [Verse 3] In the list of things I adore You're the one worth more Every moment with you sweet Makes this life feel complete [Chorus] Birthday love rise tonight high You're my star in the sky Candles burning bright and true Love's a gift wrapped in you [Bridge] Now the music's soft and low As the night begins to flow Holding hands Hearts in tune Dancing under the moon

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.