Picking Up the Pieces
Minor blues electric riff starts with wah-wah on guitar, jazz-inflected organ chords underneath, upright bass walking at 76 BPM. Ride cymbal lightly shimmers. The vocal growls from low chest voice, then explodes into a screaming, raspy high, carrying power and emotional weight, voice slightly off-pitch intentionally, full of pain and 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.