Lucky 8

Lyrics:DurkTheDutchman.com Lucky Eight Born in '74, Malaysia's sun-kissed child, Youngest of three, single mom, dreams running wild. Scholarship to Penang, athlete's fire in his veins, Technical college, horizons breaking chains. U.S. tech job, traveling the land so free, UK dreams shifted north—to Canada's decree. Razali May, chasing lucky eight, From sailboat stops to gallery gates. Carpe diem whispers, bridges burned behind, Art's bold collector, with stars aligned. Recession skies falling? He just smiles wide, Knows something we don't—on this island tide. Durham College nights, tapes replayed through tears, San Diego mentor, Derek conquering fears. Electronic engineer, papers in hand, Cross-Canada drive, B.C.'s legendary strand. Alaska to Turkey, South America calls, Galleries worldwide, collecting one and all. Razali May, chasing lucky eight, From sailboat stops to gallery gates. Carpe diem whispers, bridges burned behind, Art's bold purveyor, with fates entwined. Yellow Lab Singa, convertibles gleam, Isabella Point home—living the dream. Derek's last sail, fate called him away, But Salt Spring pulled—couldn't turn or stay. J. Mitchell fading, artists needing a friend, Razali seized it—foolhardy to the end. Eight boys in class, 332 door, Thirty one o four Grace Point Square—lucky evermore. Razali May, visionary stride, Gallery 8 rising, no place to hide. Tourism down? He laughs at the storm, Eclectic treasures, future reborn. Lucky eight horizons, gods in accord, Razali's world—right as the dawn.