I've got that old guitar, fingerpicked with care,
Strings worn and nicked from countless late-night affairs.
The amp hums low in the corner of my room,
Echoes of glory, it's where I come to chew.
On a stage so small with smoke rolling high,
I was king beneath the neon-lit sky.
Electric guitars scream out my story tonight,
Basslines grooving as if we're riding on the tide.
But this ain't about a past full of hits and fame,
It's about the fire that keeps burning, still in its prime.
A basement show with friends who've stuck around,
This is where rock 'n' roll's roots are found.
They say I'm washed up, the party's over here,
Yet every night, new demons rear their head to appear.
Fuel my drive, give me fuel to play,
For those dark times, music's light and key to stay.
From dive bars to festivals, under a tent or by moonlight,
Every time we jam, our magic is right.
It doesn't matter if it's just me and my amp in the studio,
Rock 'n' roll ain't dead; it's where I go to find what's true.
So keep telling me I'm through, keep saying rock 'n' roll died,
But there's a fire burning deep down inside.
With every chord, with every note that rings clear,
I'll prove you wrong for all the years ahead, my dear.
Vektrax
"shut up and play."
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