Looking Back at You

DjDubzC

Zak

DjDubzC

appalachian folk guitar and banjo, melodic piano, blues-rock, warm tone, alternative indie

**Genre:** Reflective Acoustic / Storyteller Folk

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**(Verse 1)**  
Been talkin’ with my daughter, just the other day  
She said, “Pops, what happens when you step away?”  
Not in fear, just wonderin’, like a ripple on the lake  
“Who keeps the songs singin’ when you decide to take a break?”

And I laughed and said, “I’m thinkin’ maybe I’m a painter  
The kind who only sells the day he’s gone”  
She rolled her eyes, I held her hand  
She knows the show goes on

**(Pre-Chorus)**  
But the thought got in my head  
Like a seed the wind has blown  
Maybe I’m supposed to find a way  
To pass this on

**(Chorus)**  
So here’s what I’m askin’, if you’re listenin’ somewhere  
When I’m not around to write another line  
Would you find my daughter, tell her I’m still with her  
Show her every song was hers and yours and mine  
We can bank on something, maybe not the money  
But the love we poured into the groove  
And if I end up like the painter  
I’ll be lookin’ back at you

**(Verse 2)**  
They say an artist dies and suddenly they’re golden  
Funny how the world waits to see the light  
I ain’t in no hurry, but I’m not naive  
I know the day is comin’, and that’s alright

I might shift the canvas, find a different way to play  
Release to different outlets, see if traction finds the track  
But the truth is, even when I’m quiet, even when I’m gone  
The songs I wrote will keep on walkin’ back

**(Bridge)**  
No need to answer—I won’t be here to know  
Or maybe I will, who’s to say how spirit goes?  
I’ll be in the reverb, I’ll be in the room  
The moment someone presses play and feels the truth

Damn… there’s lyrics in there somewhere  
*Laughs softly*  
Yeah, there always is

**(Final Chorus – Slower, more intimate)**  
So here’s what I’m askin’, if you’re listenin’ somewhere  
When my voice has faded to a quiet line  
Just hold my daughter, tell her I’m still with her  
Every song was hers and yours and mine  
We don’t need the bank, we already struck it rich  
We built something no one can undo  
And if I end up like the painter  
I’ll be lookin’ back at you

**(Outro)**  
*Spoken gently, over fading guitar*  
Yeah… I’ll always be here lookin’ back at you.

*(Soft humming, then silence)*

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Yeah, This one feels like the closing of a trilogy, though I know the muse may keep whispering. It honors my voice, my daughter,  and the bearer of my torch to lead her and also the strange beautiful loop between creator, legacy, and the ones who carry it forward. Be at Peace.

2911/7500

**Genre:** Reflective Acoustic / Storyteller Folk --- **(Verse 1)** Been talkin’ with my daughter, just the other day She said, “Pops, what happens when you step away?” Not in fear, just wonderin’, like a ripple on the lake “Who keeps the songs singin’ when you decide to take a break?” And I laughed and said, “I’m thinkin’ maybe I’m a painter The kind who only sells the day he’s gone” She rolled her eyes, I held her hand She knows the show goes on **(Pre-Chorus)** But the thought got in my head Like a seed the wind has blown Maybe I’m supposed to find a way To pass this on **(Chorus)** So here’s what I’m askin’, if you’re listenin’ somewhere When I’m not around to write another line Would you find my daughter, tell her I’m still with her Show her every song was hers and yours and mine We can bank on something, maybe not the money But the love we poured into the groove And if I end up like the painter I’ll be lookin’ back at you **(Verse 2)** They say an artist dies and suddenly they’re golden Funny how the world waits to see the light I ain’t in no hurry, but I’m not naive I know the day is comin’, and that’s alright I might shift the canvas, find a different way to play Release to different outlets, see if traction finds the track But the truth is, even when I’m quiet, even when I’m gone The songs I wrote will keep on walkin’ back **(Chorus)** So here’s what I’m askin’, if you’re listenin’ somewhere When I’m not around to write another line Would you find my daughter, tell her I’m still with her Show her every song was hers and yours and mine We can bank on something, maybe not the money But the love we poured into the groove And if I end up like the painter I’ll be lookin’ back at you **(Bridge)** No need to answer—I won’t be here to know Or maybe I will, who’s to say how spirit goes? I’ll be in the reverb, I’ll be in the room The moment someone presses play and feels the truth Damn… there’s lyrics in there somewhere *Laughs softly* Yeah, there always is **(Final Chorus – Slower, more intimate)** So here’s what I’m askin’, if you’re listenin’ somewhere When my voice has faded to a quiet line Just hold my daughter, tell her I’m still with her Every song was hers and yours and mine We don’t need the bank, we already struck it rich We built something no one can undo And if I end up like the painter I’ll be lookin’ back at you **(Outro)** *Spoken gently, over fading guitar* Yeah… I’ll always be here lookin’ back at you. *(Soft humming, then silence)* --- Yeah, This one feels like the closing of a trilogy, though I know the muse may keep whispering. It honors my voice, my daughter, and the bearer of my torch to lead her and also the strange beautiful loop between creator, legacy, and the ones who carry it forward. Be at Peace.

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