Bord Wings Bossa Nova

Lofi, Bossa Nova, lounge, wistfful, Gentle, jazzy chords over soft percussion, experimental, weird, surreal

[Intro]
[Gentle Keys, Light Percussion]  
Oh lawd, he’s gliding near  
(The bord is here)  
Round as a melody, softly swinging by my ear

[Verse 1]  
Absolute unit in a mossy suit of green  
(Chirp… chirp)  
He’s the overseer of light and shadow in between  
The fearsome chonky mantle brings a hush to the crowd  
Yet his waddle is comedic, a presence so loud

[Pre-Chorus]  
One… two… sway… four  
Let the wings unfold  
Feel the Bossa flow

[Chorus]  
Bord, bord, bord  
He’s chirping to the samba groove  
Bord, bord, bord  
His silly beak can never lose  
Bord, bord, bord  
He’s free and smooth  
(Can’t help but move)

[Bridge]
[Soft Percussive Break]  
Why the bord so round?  
(Chirp… chirp)  
His shape is oh-so sound  
(Chirp… chirp)  
They tried to lock him in Ohio  
But he soared so far  
He’s an electric bossa bird, with a vibe bizarre

[Verse 2]  
Look at that portly plumage, plush as a potato  
(Chirp… chirp)  
“Oh lawd he comin,” big energy like a tornado  
Glass of milk in wing, perched above the scene  
He chirps a lullaby, half silly, half serene

[Pre-Chorus]  
One… two… sway… four  
Fat feathers in time  
A samba so sublime

[Chorus]  
Bord, bord, bord  
He’s chirping to the samba groove  
Bord, bord, bord  
His silly beak can never lose  
Bord, bord, bord  
He’s free and smooth  
(Can’t help but move)

[Bridge]
[Dreamy Guitar Solo Underneath]  
Bossa breezes blow so sweet  
(Chirp… chirp)  
Cursed and cute, he taps his feet  
(Chirp… chirp)  
No care for net worth, just for seeds and heat  
He demands a buffet, that’s the bird’s conceit

[Verse 3]  
More cursed than winter lawns—still, you can’t ignore  
(Chirp… chirp)  
He croons like a heron with a heart that roars  
Formed from mischief and a swirl of green  
Spitting birdlike bars in every scene

[Pre-Chorus]  
One… two… sway… four  
Let the samba roll  
Feel that heartfelt soul

[Chorus]  
Bord, bord, bord  
He’s chirping to the samba groove  
Bord, bord, bord  
His silly beak can never lose  
Bord, bord, bord  
He’s free and smooth  
(Can’t help but move)

[Outro]
[Fade-Out Hook] 
Oh my lawd  
(Heavy is the bord, heavy is the bord)  
Oh my lawd  
(Heavy is the bord, heavy is the bord)  
Slowly swaying, that round green chord  
Forever chirping in this Smooth Plumage Samba, dear bord

[Soft percussion fades away, leaving gentle guitar chords in the background.]

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[Intro] [Gentle Keys, Light Percussion] Oh lawd, he’s gliding near (The bord is here) Round as a melody, softly swinging by my ear [Verse 1] Absolute unit in a mossy suit of green (Chirp… chirp) He’s the overseer of light and shadow in between The fearsome chonky mantle brings a hush to the crowd Yet his waddle is comedic, a presence so loud [Pre-Chorus] One… two… sway… four Let the wings unfold Feel the Bossa flow [Chorus] Bord, bord, bord He’s chirping to the samba groove Bord, bord, bord His silly beak can never lose Bord, bord, bord He’s free and smooth (Can’t help but move) [Bridge] [Soft Percussive Break] Why the bord so round? (Chirp… chirp) His shape is oh-so sound (Chirp… chirp) They tried to lock him in Ohio But he soared so far He’s an electric bossa bird, with a vibe bizarre [Verse 2] Look at that portly plumage, plush as a potato (Chirp… chirp) “Oh lawd he comin,” big energy like a tornado Glass of milk in wing, perched above the scene He chirps a lullaby, half silly, half serene [Pre-Chorus] One… two… sway… four Fat feathers in time A samba so sublime [Chorus] Bord, bord, bord He’s chirping to the samba groove Bord, bord, bord His silly beak can never lose Bord, bord, bord He’s free and smooth (Can’t help but move) [Bridge] [Dreamy Guitar Solo Underneath] Bossa breezes blow so sweet (Chirp… chirp) Cursed and cute, he taps his feet (Chirp… chirp) No care for net worth, just for seeds and heat He demands a buffet, that’s the bird’s conceit [Verse 3] More cursed than winter lawns—still, you can’t ignore (Chirp… chirp) He croons like a heron with a heart that roars Formed from mischief and a swirl of green Spitting birdlike bars in every scene [Pre-Chorus] One… two… sway… four Let the samba roll Feel that heartfelt soul [Chorus] Bord, bord, bord He’s chirping to the samba groove Bord, bord, bord His silly beak can never lose Bord, bord, bord He’s free and smooth (Can’t help but move) [Outro] [Fade-Out Hook] Oh my lawd (Heavy is the bord, heavy is the bord) Oh my lawd (Heavy is the bord, heavy is the bord) Slowly swaying, that round green chord Forever chirping in this Smooth Plumage Samba, dear bord [Soft percussion fades away, leaving gentle guitar chords in the background.]

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