我太笨

小胡同

小城夏天

洛杉矶

从小到大

疑心病

我会等

落日与你

[Verse 1]
I was ten years old, hiding under a table,
Granddad’s hand on my shoulder, steady and able.
He was setting sound in a smoke-filled room,
Where Joni sang “Blue” and the walls hummed tunes.
I watched her fingers dance on the strings,
No pick in sight, just the magic she’d bring.
And when the lights dimmed, he handed me kiss
an piece of plastic, saying, “Kid, don’t lose this"
 I saw him boost it before the show off her mike stand
now  held tight in my strumming hand

[Chorus]
This lucky pick’s been my secret weapon,
Taped to my mic stand, my heart’s reflection.
It’s not just plastic, it’s a piece of my story,
A bridge to the past, and a path to glory.
Tonight, I’m strumming with hope in my veins,
That this little pick will bring luck again.

[Verse 2]
I taught myself on the neck of a guitar,
Fingers raw, chasing dreams in the dark.
The strings felt fatter, the frets felt wide,
But I found my rhythm with no pick to guide.
Still, I kept it close, like a treasure untold,
A reminder of the nights I was brave and bold.
Now it’s taped to my mic, a silent cheer,
As I step on stage, facing my fears.

[Chorus]
This lucky pick’s been my secret weapon,
Taped to my mic stand, my heart’s reflection.
It’s not just plastic, it’s a piece of my story,
A bridge to the past, and a path to glory.
Tonight, I’m strumming with hope in my veins,
That this little pick will bring luck again.

[Bridge]
Granddad’s gone, but his spirit’s here,
In every chord, in every tear.
He believed in me before I knew,
That I could sing my own “Blue.”
much love dear boosters, the ones who see,
The spark in the dark, the melody.

[Verse 3]
Tonight, I’m playing next to a tiny desk,
Hoping this pick brings a bit of his breath.
It’s not about fame, or the lights or the crowd,
It’s about honoring the ones who made me proud.
So I’ll strum with my fingers, and hold it tight,
This lucky pick, my guiding light.

[Outro]
This lucky pick’s more than a tool,
It’s my granddad’s faith, my golden rule.
And as I play, I’ll close my eyes,
And feel his hand on my shoulder tonight.....(tonight)...tonight

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