Ask about the goose

Some people give so much that the world forgets they are the source. This song is for the one who laid the golden eggs, built the walls with sleepless nights, and kept the rain out for everyone else, while the applause went to the shine and never to the hands. “Ask About the Goose” is a quiet confession told in a low, breathy voice. It follows the one who holds up the beams of a house where everyone is warm and dry, and no one thinks to ask who stayed awake to build it. The gold is praised, the roof is toasted, the numbers climb, and the name is spoken softly, only when it is useful. There is no anger here, only a tired kind of clarity. In the end, the goose stops waiting for a parade and chooses the shade of its own roof, finally able to rest. If this story reminded you of someone, maybe even yourself, stay a while. Subscribe and follow Velourglow for more late night stories, soft beats and emotions that rarely get a spotlight. Lyrics I laid you one gold egg, then another, set them soft in your open hands. You held them up to the daylight, smiling, said, “Look at how well it all was planned.” I framed the walls with my sleepless nights, nailed every plank with my name, and you all stood under the roof I built and praised how well it kept out rain. But nobody asks if the roof ever leaks on the one who held up the beams. You love the gold, you love the shine, but no one asks about the goose. I gave you shelter, gave you time, now I’m the ladder you don’t use. Clap for the egg, toast the beam, tip your hat to what I’ve made, but I’m the hands behind the scene, and the hands get no parade. They say my name when the numbers climb, say it softer when I’m tired. Call me “a find” and “a lucky break,” like I was something they acquired. I counted every sunrise spent on a roof that keeps them dry, and the only thing that cracked tonight was the part of me they didn’t buy. So nobody asks if the roof ever leaks on the one who held up the beams. You love the gold, you love the shine, but no one asks about the goose. I gave you shelter, gave you time, now I’m the ladder you don’t use. Clap for the egg, toast the beam, tip your hat to what I’ve made, but I’m the hands behind the scene, and the hands get no parade. Funny how a basket fills and no one checks the bird. Funny how a house stays warm and no one asks who stayed up, who earned. Keep the gold, keep the shine, I’ll take the quiet, I’m the goose. You had the best of me, in time, and I was the thing you’d use. Nobody claps for the one who built, nobody asks how the walls were made, so I’ll stand here, under my own roof, and finally rest in the shade. #aimusic #lofi #lofihiphop #chillhop #lofibeats #chillvibes #study #relaxingmusic #moodymusic #velourglow #newmusic #originalmusic #spokenword #nightvibes