Uh, hi.
My name is Aaron Richerts and I am from New Orleans.
I wrote this song called "Lucky."
It is based off a series of conversations I had with my closest friend examining the
nature of our relationship, and asking the question of, would you rather have something
that is deeply flawed and imperfect or have nothing at all?
That is the reason I wrote the song is to kind of expand on that.
In the past couple days, it has changed a lot.
And it has been stripped of all of its generalities and it is become -- has become a lot more
vulnerable and honest.
I can't wait to share that with you.
This is not a solo effort.
I need to thank Cesar so much and the entire band, because you are amazing.
And my family and my beautiful mother.
So thank you all.
This is "Lucky."
I hope you enjoy.
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[Violin and guitar music] ♪ ♪ We both want to say something but no one wants to
start I know you're there, but I still feel alone ♪ Well I watched you in the breezeway
across our plate of garlic knots And I wonder what you're thinking about But if one thing
is clear after researching you It's that our fantasy has walls that we can't see through
But don't you feel lucky when it seems like you've lost every thing And you turn around
I'm always standing, waiting for you I'd rather have you imperfectly than not have you at all.
When you called me I was crying And you needed more than I could give you Next day
we're driving and I'm making excuses to stay with you And I make up melodies to your favorite
songs I've never listened to before And the worst I riff, the more you laugh. [Riff]
And you know I feel lucky, when you pick up and your face appears, and you remind me of the worth
I have when I feel lost, and I'd rather have you imperfectly than not have you at all.
I'm not making you as happy as I know you think I could.
If I knew how to give you what you need I would But you make me as happy as I could
ever be.
Maybe we don't always have to line up perfectly.
What if we took our walls down?
See what's behind the fantasy?
Love our love imperfectly, expecting our insanity At 3:00 a.m., you message me, I will send
you back some melody because I'm lucky.
We are lucky.
And I'd rather have you imperfectly, than not have you at all.
And one day, I swear one day, yes, one day, you'll feel this lucky too. ♪
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