Magic Pick
By Dave Adam
To write for a living has been for awhile a dream in his mind He's had a few jobs of slightest of interest then left them behind Songs, I'd guess you'd call them no talent for music they all seemed the same All had their purpose all had their meter none brought him fame. Nobody liked them nobody bothered to figure them out Still he sat at his writer gathered his feelings with never a doubt. When out of the blue or so to speak he found a guitar pick in a crack in the street He brought it home that very day a magic pick with which to play Outside his window the people heard all his music, all his words He made his fortune overnight and on the weekends he would write those mega-hits that brought him fame he finally had a household name Till one day after a sold-out show his pick was lost from his stretch limo it must have fallen to the street this must be it here at my feet!Song originally written in High School, circa 1978 © on Apr 12 2002 05:11 AM PST, Dr David A DAm lyrics • spiritual
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