[Instrumental]
harmonica-driven, blues, mellow
English
The song evokes a sense of nostalgia and introspection, inviting listeners to reflect on their emotions and life experiences.
This song can be applied in laid-back social gatherings, cafes, or any setting where a mellow atmosphere is desired.
The song features a harmonica-driven melody, characterized by expressive bends and soulful notes typical of blues music. Its structure likely follows a standard 12-bar blues progression, emphasizing the emotive quality of the harmonica in a slow tempo.
[Verse] Echoes in the halls where silence once stood tall Walls of stained glass hide the cracks unseen by all Preaching golden truths while shadows climb the walls Ringing bells of change but who will heed the call [Verse] Wooden pews of prayer tainted with despair Whisper secret doubts in the dim-lit air Voices sing of love yet blind to what's unfair Saving shattered souls but do they truly care [Chorus] Fix the beams within your steeple Heal the hearts before the people Mend what's broken here at home Then the world you'll truly know [Verse] Crosses casting night hiding in the light Finger-pointing souls miss the loving sight Hands that offer help sometimes hold too tight Cleanse the dust within before the sins ignite [Bridge] Worn-out bibles speak lessons we've undone Healing starts right here beneath the setting sun If your heart is true the work is never done Look inside first before the world is won [Chorus] Fix the beams within your steeple Heal the hearts before the people Mend what's broken here at home Then the world you'll truly know
[Verse] Rust on the gears where we used to play Old memories in the alleyway Wind whispers secrets of yesterday Time only steals what we delay [Verse 2] Rust on the bike we swore we'd ride Promises made under moonlit sky Dreams we abandoned now side by side Fading like stars when the day is nigh [Chorus] Rust in our hearts we can't deny Love that we lost in the blink of an eye Holding onto ghosts we justify Living in shadows of a once blue sky [Bridge] Rust on the locks of the old front door Voices echo down the hardwood floor Photos in frames we can't ignore Echoes of laughter we can’t restore [Verse 3] Rust on the key that unlocks the past Locked in a time that we knew wouldn’t last Haunted by echoes of questions unasked We hide in the shadows we once overcast [Chorus] Rust in our hearts we can't deny Love that we lost in the blink of an eye Holding onto ghosts we justify Living in shadows of a once blue sky
[Verse 1] Woke up this morning clouds over my head Countin’ all my troubles too many to spread The weight of the world feels heavy as stone Trying to find my way but I'm all alone [Verse 2] Walking down the street rain hitting my face Every step I take feels out of place Hearts are weary eyes are cold and gray Searching for a reason just to stay [Chorus] Life is hard it’s a steep uphill climb Every scar tells a story old as time Hoping for a break just to see some light Fighting through the darkness of the night [Verse 3] Echoes of whispers shadows on the wall In this maze of sorrow we all crawl Dreams are shattered swept away by the breeze Gonna keep on moving even on my knees [Bridge] And when the night falls stars hidden from view It's a lonely battle but I'll make it through With every beat my heart keeps holding tight Waiting for the dawn to end the night [Chorus] Life is hard it’s a steep uphill climb Every scar tells a story old as time Hoping for a break just to see some light Fighting through the darkness of the night
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Theme: "The King's Gambit": Taking bold risks in life, even if it means losing something valuable in the process. Metamorphic: Chess
Jeg drikker kun vand, kaffe og alkohol, jeg er enten hydreret, fuld eller frisk. Mens verden kører rundt i sit vanvidsrul, finder jeg min balance – det er min egen disk. Nogle siger, livet er så komplekst, men teknisk set har vi kun fire minutters tekst. Så vi trækker vejret og restarter igen, det er en evig loop – men hvem klager, min ven? Omkvæd 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. Vers 2 Jeg foretrækker kvinder, som jeg foretrækker min kaffe, de skal ikke hedde Peter Larsen, tak skal du ha'. For livet er for kort til kompromis, så vælg det, der føles rigtigt, vær din egen magi. Kaffe på altanen, en bog i ro og fred, eller en tur i skoven, hvor kun stilheden er med. Ingen siger, du skal noget, bare vær dig selv, giv plads til glæden, mærk livets melodi og spil. Omkvæd 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. Bro Så 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. Omkvæd 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. Outro Folk de siger, at søndag er familiens dag. Men jeg skaber min egen, for det er mig, der har magt. Hydreret, fuld eller frisk – det er min sag, og søndag kan sagtens være en vidunderlig dag.
