In the dark, in the damp,
With cables crossed and dreams dampened.
We played, we drank, we sang,
Amidst the smoke and amplified clang.

Electric shocks as we jammed,
Our hearts in our amps, loud and unplanned.
"Hey kids, we've got a song," I proclaimed,
"We'll take this city by storm, you'll see."

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The first big show, cold sweat on stage,
My fingers slipped—stranded in the gauge.
But then that roar, the crowd's embrace,
They'd heard my heart, they felt my face.

"Tonight we're kings, or at least a band,"
With amps on fire and guitars unplanned.
A broken mic stand crashed to ground,
And still we played, our spirits unbound.

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Record deals came like quicksand silt,
You sign up fast, you sink so still.
But here's the thing, I learned it young:
To stay true or risk getting tongue-tied among.

Faded charts, washed-up fame,
Back to my roots, back to the jam.
In the garage, with guitars in hand,
I felt at home, no more demand.

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This is my place, this is my time,
Where passion's raw and wilder rhymes
Blend with the beat of drumming skin—
Here I find myself again and again.

[Outro: The Last Set]

Tonight we're free, there’s no contract,
Just chords and riffs, no more shackles.
We play for love, not dollars or clout,
In this last set, my heart's out.

♫♫♫ Vektrax
"shut up and play."
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