🇺🇸 Stubborn pride blues
[A slow, heavy, and deeply emotional Chicago Blues ballad. The track should be a concise 5 minutes in length. It is a duet between an old, world-weary male bluesman with a deep, smoky voice, and an old female blues singer with a raw, battle-worn voice. The melody is led by a mournful harmonica. The instrumentation is sparse and mature, featuring an upright bass (sometimes pizzicato) and a weak, sad, organic drum beat. The song's centerpiece is a legendary, soulful 70-second electric guitar solo full of crying string bends and emotional phrasing. The production is raw and intimate. The mood is one of profound, lifelong regret and lost love.]
🇺🇸 Stubborn pride blues
[A slow, heavy, and deeply emotional Chicago Blues ballad. The track should be a concise 5 minutes in length. It is a duet between an old, world-weary male bluesman with a deep, smoky voice, and an old female blues singer with a raw, battle-worn voice. The melody is led by a mournful harmonica. The instrumentation is sparse and mature, featuring an upright bass (sometimes pizzicato) and a weak, sad, organic drum beat. The song's centerpiece is a legendary, soulful 70-second electric guitar solo full of crying string bends and emotional phrasing. The production is raw and intimate. The mood is one of profound, lifelong regret and lost love.]
Lyrics
Lyrics: Caronte 2025
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STUBBORN PRIDE BLUES
Got my pen and paper out, after forty wasted years
Tryna write away the ghosts, tryna drown 'em in my tears
I got a wife who's good to me, got kids who call me home
But every night I lay my head down, I feel so all alone... thinking 'bout you, girl.
Got your letter in my hand, postmarked from Chicago town
The words are gettin' blurry as the tears keep fall-in' down
I came down here to Florida, to wash you from my soul
But all I found was sunburn, and a heart that can't be whole.
Oh, that stubborn pride, baby, that damn stubborn pride
Kept you on your side of the line, and me on mine
And now the years are stolen, and all we have is yesterday
Just two old fools with a broken love that time can't wash away.
I see your face in every crowd, in every passing car
I hear your laugh on every breeze, no matter how damn far
We built our separate lives, Lord, we played the parts we chose
But the garden of our love is just a dead and lonely rose.
Oh, that stubborn pride, baby, that damn stubborn pride
Kept you on your side of the line, and me on mine
And now the years are stolen, and all we have is yesterday
Just two old fools with a broken love that time can't wash away.
Too late now...
...that stubborn pride...
By Caronte