Picking Up the Pieces
Slide guitar starts slow with minor blues bends, Rhodes electric piano plays minor 7th chords, upright bass walks at 78 BPM, snare brushed lightly. Saxophone answers between phrases. The singer begins low and smoky, then explodes into full, raspy high notes, voice hoarse like years of smoke and whiskey, pushing every syllable into dramatic, screaming blues energy.
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Lyrics
Verse 1
I wake alone, the night is gone,
I breathe the pain, I try to move on.
The memories linger, the heart still aches,
I take small steps, whatever it takes.
Every morning feels brand new.
Chorus
Picking up the pieces, one by one,
I loved too hard, now I’m not done.
Picking up the pieces, I’ll survive,
I’ll keep my soul, I’ll stay alive.
Verse 2
Photos fade but I keep the view,
I learn to smile, I learn what’s true.
The nights are hard, the days are long,
I hum my story in a song.
Every tear will teach me more.
Chorus
Picking up the pieces, one by one,
I loved too hard, now I’m not done.
Picking up the pieces, I’ll survive,
I’ll keep my soul, I’ll stay alive.
Verse 3
Evening comes, the sky turns gold,
I hug my heart, I break the mold.
The past is gone, the future’s mine,
I walk ahead, I’ll be fine.
Picking up the pieces, fade away.
Chorus / Outro
Picking up the pieces, one by one,
I loved too hard, now I’m not done.
Picking up the pieces… fade tonight.