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Jason Tyler Guest
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Lyrics

When I wrote my first song, I was 17 wide-eyed, headstrong
No internet, just a notepad and pen Dreamin' up verses again and again
Gordon Lightfoot spinnin' on vinyl grooves Strummin' that G chord, findin' my moves
I had no idea where I'd belong But I knew it the moment I wrote my first
song
A long-haired kid with a second-hand guitar Brown locks flowin' like a rock and roll star
Halfway between heavy metal and folk Jimmy in the night, but mornings were woke
With Joni, with Paul, with Cat and Neil Tryin' to figure out what was fake, what was
real
Ogilvie Brothers and Black Sabbath on blast Stealin' dad's smokes, drivin' too fast
The Berlin Wall was crumblin' down But in my own world, I was just breakin' ground
High school lockers with posters of Rush Scribbled out lyrics in a teenage hush
We'd ditch at lunch for the place down the road
Windows down, Zeppelin on overload Playin' pool at Mayfair Lane, smokin' in the
cold
Felt like a rebel, but mostly just bold
And the world was spinnin' faster than me But I had my six strings and my melody
I didn't know girls, didn't know love Didn't know much, except chords and a bus
When I wrote my first song I was seventeen wide-eyed, headstrong
No internet, just a notepad and pen Dreamin' of verses again and again
Joni Mitchell spinnin' on vinyl grooves Open heart tunings, findin' my moves
I had no idea where I'd belong But I knew it the moment I wrote my first song
Triplicate forms mailed in to SOCAN Believin' one day I'd be part of a band
Recordin' on tape decks, rewindin' it back Hearin' my dreams in the stereo track
Dad wasn't thrilled when the band got too loud But I swore one day I'd make him proud
The folk in my heart, the rock in my veins The innocence mixed with the teenage refrains
Rollin' bead necklaces, jeans ripped at the knees Vest wearin' dream shapes and feelin' the breeze
Didn't know what the future would bring Didn't care, just had to sing
And the world was spinnin' faster than me But I had my six strings and my melody
I didn't know girls, didn't know love Didn't know much, except chords and a bow
When I wrote my first song, I was seventeen wide-eyed, headstrong
No internet, just a notepad and pen Dreamin' of verses again and again
Bruce Cockburn on vinyl grooves One man finger-pickin' band, findin' my moves
I had no idea where I'd belong But I knew at the moment I wrote my first song
And now after hundreds more I still feel the same at my core
A kid with a dream, a world to explore Still writin' songs like I did once before
Written by: Jason Tyler Guest
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