[Verse] Well, the sun's settin' slow on a dusty old road, Tractor's parked in the barn, done carrying its load, Grandpa's on the porch swing, whistlin' a tune, To the song of the crickets and the rise of the moon. [Verse 2] Mama's cookin' supper, smell of cornbread in the air, Daddy's tellin' stories in his worn-out rocking chair, Kids runnin' barefoot, chasin' fireflies, It's the simple things in life that make it all worthwhile. [Chorus] On these backroads and memories, it's where I want to be, Livin' life slowly, under the old oak tree, Where love is pure and hearts are free, On these backroads and memories, it’s all I’ll ever need. [Verse 3] The church bell's ringing on a Sunday afternoon, Gather in the chapel, playin' that old gospel tune, Hands held together, heads bowed in prayer, In this little country town, Love is everywhere. [Verse 4] Fishing down by the creek, grandkid on my knee, Passing down stories, like my daddy did for me, We talked about the war, and how he met Grandma, It's these tales of old times, that bind us all. [Chorus] On these backroads and memories, it's where I want to be, Livin' life slowly, under the old oak tree, Where love is pure and hearts are free, On these backroads and memories, it’s all I’ll ever need.
acoustic country melodic
English
Nostalgic, Heartwarming
Ideal for relaxation, background music for gatherings, road trips, or intimate settings
The song follows a typical acoustic country melodic structure with simple chord progressions and storytelling lyrics that focus on creating a nostalgic and sentimental atmosphere.
Dans ma vieille taverne, je m'ennuie comme un rat, Les chevaliers sont partis, me laissant là. Les chopes sont poussiéreuses, les tables en bazar, Et mon seul confident, c'est un vieux nénuphar. Refrain: Ô, tavernier mélancolique, Toujours un peu comique. Avec ton tablier troué, Tu fais rire les gosiers. Couplet 2: Les troubadours chantent ailleurs, laissant des notes tristes, Les rires se sont éteints, comme des bougies en piste. Les jours sont trop longs, les nuits trop silencieuses, Mais vos sourires d’enfants, rendent la vie précieuse. Refrain: Ô, tavernier mélancolique, Toujours un peu comique. Avec ton tablier troué, Tu fais rire les gosiers. Pont: Mes tonneaux sont percés, l'eau fuit dans les coins, Mais j'ai un vieux seau qui fuit un peu moins. Les casseroles s'ennuient, les fourchettes se battent, Mais vos éclats de rire, chassent mes idées noires. Refrain: Ô, tavernier mélancolique, Toujours un peu comique. Avec ton tablier troué, Tu fais rire les gosiers.
[الآية] لِماذا الحُبُّ يَسْحَرُني أَسِيرًا وَلَيْسَ الحُبُّ يَنْتَقِمُ انْتِقاما [الآية 2] أَلَيْسَ الحُبُّ يُعْطِينا الحَياةَ يُعِزُّ نُفوسَنا، وَيَذِيبُ هاما [الجسر] يَرْفَعُنا إِلى أَفْلاكِ شَوْقٍ فَيَسْكُنُ في قُلوبِنا بسلامٍ [الكورس] الحُبُّ يَأْتِي، الحُبُّ يَذْهَبُ لكنَّ الحُبُّ دائِمًا [الآية 3] يَحمِلنا إِلى عالَمٍ جديدٍ نَسَبحُ في بَحْرِ الأَحْلامِ [الكورس] الحُبُّ يَأْتِي، الحُبُّ يَذْهَبُ لكنَّ الحُبُّ دائِمًا
My way is the natural way God intended I feel alive in nature as I comb my horse and feel the sun upon my face The wind blows my hair and I feel the power of the creator Compare to the city life where I sit in traffic and live in boxes called buildings The stress of all humans is magnified in the city life People need to get back to nature and live the way the creator intended Focus less on materialism and selfish means Serve the community and get back to nature as best as you can nature is the place to be Nature heals Nature is what we need more of
My way is the natural way God intended I feel alive in nature as I comb my horse and feel the sun upon my face The wind blows my hair and I feel the power of the creator Compare to the city life where I sit in traffic and live in boxes called buildings The stress of all humans is magnified in the city life People need to get back to nature and live the way the creator intended Focus less on materialism and selfish means Serve the community and get back to nature as best as you can nature is the place to be Nature heals Nature is what we need more of
(Verse 1) Caleb wakes up in the morning light, Dreams of doing nothing through the night, Coffee brewing, but he’s in no hurry, Ain't got no stress, ain't got no worry. (Chorus) Oh, Caleb, never working, living free, No nine to five, just serenity, While the world keeps turning, he’s standing still, Caleb never working, and he never will. (Verse 2) Friends are busy with their daily grind, But Caleb's got a different state of mind, Life's too short for all that strain, He’s chasing sunsets, not the mundane. (Chorus) Oh, Caleb, never working, living free, No nine to five, just serenity, While the world keeps turning, he’s standing still, Caleb never working, and he never will. (Bridge) Some call him lazy, but he’s got a plan, To live life easy, to be his own man, He's got no deadlines, got no boss, Just a carefree spirit, he’s never at a loss. (Verse 3) He’s got a hammock strung between two trees, Spends his days just feeling the breeze, No suit and tie, no meetings to attend, Caleb's got all the time to spend. (Chorus) Oh, Caleb, never working, living free, No nine to five, just serenity, While the world keeps turning, he’s standing still, Caleb never working, and he never will. (Outro) So here’s to Caleb, living his own way, In a world that’s rushing, he’s here to stay, He’s found his peace, he’s found his thrill, Caleb never working, and he never will.
Set up the cans and lets shoot some targets These guns are not the problem it has always been the people Guns don’t kill people, people use guns to kill people More people die from not washing their hands than all the guns in the world The woke agenda demonized the gun not the evil person who kills Should we also outlaws shoe manufactures as people usually wear shoots to commit their evil acts with the gun I want to see guns walk across town and kill not humans We need to use logic and also focus on pharmaceutics and mental illness Lets stop distracting from the real reason we have violence Guns are not the problem its the people Guns are not the problem its the people Guns are not the problem its the people Lets stop the violence and stop the senseless killing Lets stop the violence and stop the senseless killing The discussion has to be had
Set up the cans and lets shoot some targets These guns are not the problem it has always been the people Guns don’t kill people, people use guns to kill people More people die from not washing their hands than all the guns in the world The woke agenda demonized the gun not the evil person who kills Should we also outlaws shoe manufactures as people usually wear shoots to commit their evil acts with the gun I want to see guns walk across town and kill not humans We need to use logic and also focus on pharmaceutics and mental illness Lets stop distracting from the real reason we have violence
Growing up poor in a northern village of Sweden, Sigrid Magnusson always had the Sight. A very curious girl and a fast learner, she poured over every book she came across and always hungered for more. The small-minded villagers thought her odd and whispered about her. Eventually, those whispers turned sinister and the girl was accused of being a changeling. Sigrid’s mother, having always felt that something was wrong about her youngest daughter, took Sigrid into the deep dark woods and left her there, hoping the creatures of the forest would reclaim her and give her back her true daughter. Sigrid starved for days until a troll found her and took her in. For an entire winter and spring, Sigrid learned the ways of the vaesen and a new previously unseen world opened up to her. However, the betrayal by her mother would forever stain Sigrid’s heart and, fueled by revenge, she returned to her old village one day and burned it all to the ground, including the people. Years later, Sigrid visited Upsala, where she happened to meet Eira, the leader of the Vanadisir. Eira quickly saw the great potential in Sigrid and recruited her into the order. Sigrid became Eira’s second in command, but the two soon clashed. Sigrid wanted to expand the Vanadisir’s power and influence in society, something Eira believed to be foolhardy.
Ramona won't you open your eyes The sun's still shining Ramona won't you make up your mind So undecided You're guilty minded But you've still got your time to loose You're hanging by the peak of the night You're lost inside it You're looking for a steady decline But you can't find it You're guilty minded But you've still got the aptness to choose
By the fire's warming glow, Tales of quests, I shall bestow, With my lute, I softly sing, Of a life, a wandering. Through the forest, through the glen, I have roamed with fearless men, In the shadows, 'neath the moon, Chasing whispers, finding doom. Riding through the stormy night, On the edge of wrong and right, With my sword and iron will, Many foes I've had to still. Through the forest, through the glen, I have roamed with fearless men, In the shadows, 'neath the moon, Chasing whispers, finding doom. Now my tale is nearly done, With the rising of the sun, May your dreams be sweet and light, ‘Til we meet again, goodnight.
Verse 1 : Sous le soleil de Norobar, écrasé par sa chaleur, Vivait un halfelin, piètre barde et séducteur, Pour être remarqué des yeux de sa belle, C’est à l’Enfer et ses monstres, qu’il lance un appel... Pre-Chorus : Son plectre il a enchanté, d’un pacte avec un diable, Faisant de lui le meilleur musicien, d’un talent incroyable, Mais en échange, c’est sa demoiselle qu’il a emmenée, Laissant l’artiste seul, avec ses remords et ses regrets. Chorus : Zervius, le barde au cœur brisé, Ton chant résonne de peines cachées, Avec les Lions d'Argent, tu cherches à guérir, Les cœurs des autres, pour apaiser tes souvenirs. (Oh Oohoh Oh Oooh!) Verse 2 : Il a rejoint la Guilde d'Urion, en quête de rédemption, Accomplissant ses missions, cherchant sa propre salvassion, Ses amis ignorent le secret qu'il porte, Le plectre maudit, et la honte qui l'escorte. Pre-Chorus : Ses chansons parlent de courage, de douleur et de gloire, Chaque note un espoir, chaque parole une histoire, Il cache son passé, le mal qu'il a fait, Rongé par la honte, chaque jour un regret. Chorus : Zervius, le barde au cœur brisé, Ton chant résonne de peines cachées, Avec les Lions d'Argent, tu cherches à guérir, Les cœurs des autres, pour apaiser tes souvenirs. (Oh Oohoh Oh Oooh!) (acoustic solo) Bridge : Dans la lumière des feux de camp, il trouve un peu de paix, Sa musique une offrande, un remède pour les blessés, Mais chaque fois qu'il joue, le plectre murmure, Un rappel de son erreur, de sa vie moins pure. Chorus : Zervius, le barde au cœur brisé, Ton chant résonne de peines cachées, Avec les Lions d'Argent, tu cherches à guérir, Les cœurs des autres, pour apaiser tes souvenirs. (Oh Oohoh Oh Oooh!) Outro : Sous ce poids, il joue, cherchant le pardon, Une mélodie de rédemption, de luttes et d'émotion, Zervius, le barde, au plectre maudit, Avance vers demain, jouant sa musique infinie.
From Dust to Stardust Verse 1: Growing up in a small town, working fields of golden wheat, Dreaming of a life beyond, with fame at my feet. Nobody ever noticed, just another face in the crowd, But I held onto my dreams, sang my heart out loud. Chorus: I rose from dust to stardust, found my way back home, Respect and fame, my journey's fame, never felt alone. Through the highs and lows, I found my true flame, From dust to stardust, I'll forever reclaim. Verse 2: Years went by, I chased my dream, with every heartache and pain, Fame came knocking at my door, but respect was never in vain. Lost in the glitz and glamour, forgot where I came from, But when the spotlight faded, I knew where I belonged. Chorus: I rose from dust to stardust, found my way back home, Respect and fame, my journey's flame, never felt alone. Through the highs and lows, I found my true flame, From dust to stardust, I'll forever reclaim. Verse 3: Now I'm back where it all began, under that big oak tree, Taste of sweet lemonade, smell of freshly cut hay, it sets me free. I've learned the lesson, respect is the key to fame, From dust to stardust, I'll always remember my name. Chorus: I rose from dust to stardust, found my way back home, Respect and fame, my journey's flame, never felt alone. Through the highs and lows, I found my true flame, From dust to stardust, I'll forever reclaim. Bridge: In the spotlight or in the shadows, I'll stand tall, With respect in my heart, I'll never fall. Fame may come and go, but one thing remains true, From dust to stardust, my comeback is overdue. Chorus: I rose from dust to stardust, found my way back home, Respect and fame, my journey's flame, never felt alone. Through the highs and lows, I found my true flame, From dust to stardust, I'll forever reclaim. Outro: In the quiet of the night, I sing my song to the stars above, A reminder of where I started, and the power of love. From dust to stardust, my story will always remain, Respect, fame, and comeback, my journey's sweet refrain.
