Lane Blvd

Intro — SPOKEN / HALF-SUNG

Yeah...

Sometimes the blues ain't something you sing.

It's something you survive.

Piano... breathe.

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Verse 1

Mama kept the lights on with a prayer and a dime,

Daddy had a dream but he ran outta time,

I learned about pain before I learned about pride,

Had to smile for the world while I broke down inside.

Old records spinning, midnight on the dial,

Grandma humming low with that gospel-style,

She said, "Baby, don't let this world make you cold,"

But every year that passed made the young me old.

I seen love turn bitter, seen friends disappear,

Seen a man hide tears underneath all his years,

And the blues got a language that the heart understands,

You can hear generations when the trumpet makes a stand.

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CHORUS — SOULFUL / GOSPEL HARMONIES

I got ashes on the piano,

Tears underneath the keys,

Every note that I play

Got a little piece of me.

If tomorrow never finds me,

Let this melody remain,

'Cause I turned all my sorrow

Into something beautiful again.

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Verse 2

Brown hands built dreams that the world took for granted,

Still we sang through the struggle, still we danced when we couldn't,

Every Sunday morning gave the broken some breath,

Choir raised the roof like we weren't scared of death.

Blues in the bloodline, soul in the bones,

Jazz in the silence when you're walking alone,

We made something sacred out of everything they gave,

Turned pain into rhythm, turned rhythm into faith.

Now I'm sitting by the window while the city goes black,

Thinking 'bout the people that ain't ever coming back,

Wish I could call 'em, wish I could hear their voice,

But grief don't give answers, it just leaves you with noise.

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BRIDGE — TRUMPET SOLO / SPOKEN WORD

Maybe healing ain't forgetting.

Maybe it's remembering

without letting the memory destroy you.

Maybe every scar

is just another instrument.

Maybe that's why

the saddest songs

sound the most alive.

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FINAL CHORUS — BIGGER VOCALS

I got ashes on the piano,

Tears underneath the keys,

Every note that I play

Got a little piece of me.

If tomorrow never finds me,

Let this melody remain,

'Cause I turned all my sorrow

Into something beautiful again.

OUTRO

Don't stop playing...

Even when it hurts.

Especially when it hurts.

Piano fades.

Muted trumpet answers.

Vinyl crackle.