Slow at the Bank

[Intro] [Chorus] Missing you, every breath feels so cold Without you here, my world just won't unfold Wish I could hold you tight once more Feel your warmth, hear your heart's throb [Verse] Every day, every hour, every minute Reminds me of how much I'm missing you The sky, the trees, they're just not the same Without you by my side, everything seems to fade [Chorus] Missing you, every breath feels so cold Without you here, my world just won't unfold Wish I could hold you tight once more Feel your warmth, hear your heart's throb [Verse] I walk the streets, where we used to stroll But now it's just empty, without you to hold The laughter, the joy, all gone too soon Missing you, it's hard to find the fun [Chorus] Missing you, every breath feels so cold Without you here, my world just won't unfold Wish I could hold you tight once more Feel your warmth, hear your heart's throb [Outro]

[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

Sindhoo Darya, teri leheren geet gaati hain, Tere kinare, hamari daastan sunati hain. Tujh mein basi hai Sindhion ki jaan , Aaj tujhe bachana hai, yeh hai hamara Aelaan. Utho, sindhi Jawano Sindhoo Darya hai sabki zindagi, haar na mano. Jago, utho, lad lo, yeh hai jung apni, Sindhoo ko bachana hai, yeh hai ladai apni . Tere paani mein hai jannat ki khushboo, Tere dam se hai is dharti me jaan. Par ab toot rahe hain tere sapne, Zulm ki chhaon ne kiya hai andhera. Utho, sindhi Jawano Sindhoo Darya hai sabki zindagi, haar na mano. Jago, utho, lad lo, yeh hai jung apni, Sindhoo ko bachana hai, yeh hai ladai apni. Na Zaat paat pe lado, na karo Deen dharam firqon pe ladai. Sindhoo ki azadi ka parcham uthao. Har ek boond hai amaanat tumhari, Sindhoo ko bachao, yeh hai pukar hamari. Utho, sindhi Jawano Sindhoo Darya hai sabki zindagi, haar na mano. Jago, utho, lad lo, yeh hai jung apni, Sindhoo ko bachana hai, yeh hai ladai apni. Sindhoo Darya, teri hifazat hai hamari zimmedari, Tere bina adhoori hai kahani humari. Chalo mil kar utho, Tumhain Sindh dharti ka waasta, Sindhu ko bachana hai, yeh hai inqilab ka raastaa.

[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] கிராமத்து வீதியில் வந்தான் நமக்கு வாழ்க்கை காட்டான் Veera Shoora Fire Raj அவன் வந்தால் பயம் போய் வாடும் [Chorus] Veera Shoora நமதும் அசுரன் விடையா கொண்டோடுமெல்லாம் Fire Raj எங்கள் விடுதலைவின் புகழ் வீரத்தின் பிள்ளையிழற்சியோடு [Bridge] அவன் கும்மியடிக்கும் போதெல்லாம் பகலே இரவாகும் நமது நரகம் கோட்டைகள் சிதைந்துபோகின்றன அணிவகுப்பின் ஒலியில் ஒலியில் Fire Raj [Verse 2] கொடி ஏந்தும் களத்தில் குதிரைகள் காழிகள் நசித்துப்போகும் வீரம் Veera Shoora பாரதத்தின் மகன் அவன் வருவான் பலமாயிற் போதும் [Chorus] Veera Shoora நமதும் அசுரன் விடையா கொண்டோடுமெல்லாம் Fire Raj எங்கள் விடுதலைவின் புகழ் வீரத்தின் பிள்ளையிழற்சியோடு [Bridge] அவன் கண்ணில் பொன் மின்னல் யுத்தம் பாடல்கள் எழுந்தன கழுகின் குரலில் நமது மனதில் அழியாத மர்மம் Veera Shoora பித்தனையே மிஞ்சும்

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.