Prison of Memories

Dark southern gothic blues, outlaw country ballad, heavy acoustic guitar strumming, slow driving kick drum, sorrowful dobro slide, gritty and deep weathered male baritone vocal, haunting, emotional, raw

Intro]
(Slow, heavy acoustic guitar with a haunting, weeping dobro slide and a steady bass kick)
[Verse 1]
I’ve been shackled and chained in a cell of my own,
Where the shadows are long and the sorrow is grown.
Haunted by ghosts of the days gone on by,
Watching the embers of yesterday die.
Thoughts of the loved ones who've passed on ahead,
Leaving cold, empty silence right here in my bed.
Loneliness rises, it's taking control,
Iron-clad grief weighing down on my soul.
[Chorus]
Now I’m locked in a prison of memories,
No key for the lock, no setting me free.
Branded by heartache, convicted inside,
Nowhere to run and nowhere to hide.
Sentenced for love in the very first degree,
Doing hard time in a prison of memories.
[Verse 2]
When darkness comes falling I kneel down to pray,
Hoping the morning will wash it away.
But every closed eye brings a flashback in sight,
Replaying the love that once swallowed the night.
She chased out the terrors and banished the fear,
Holding me close to what truly was dear.
Her presence was daylight, her touch was so sweet,
Now the chains on my spirit drag heavy and deep.
[Chorus]
Now I’m locked in a prison of memories,
No key for the lock, no setting me free.
Branded by heartache, convicted inside,
Nowhere to run and nowhere to hide.
Sentenced for love in the very first degree,
Doing hard time in a prison of memories.
[Bridge]
Bars made of promises, walls built of stone,
Still hearing her whisper when I’m all alone.
Chained to her reverence, bound by her grace,
Every dark corner still shadows her face.
I never could shake it, no matter how hard I try,
The past is a warden that never says goodbye.
[Guitar Solo]
(Weeping dobro and slow, gritty electric guitar lead)
[Chorus]
Now I’m locked in a prison of memories,
No key for the lock, no setting me free.
Branded by heartache, convicted inside,
Nowhere to run and nowhere to hide.
Sentenced for love in the very first degree,
Doing hard time in a prison of memories.
[Outro]
Forever in bondage...
Still locked in these chains...
A prison of memories...
Where the love still remains.
(Slow acoustic decay into a solitary dobro slide)

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Intro] (Slow, heavy acoustic guitar with a haunting, weeping dobro slide and a steady bass kick) [Verse 1] I’ve been shackled and chained in a cell of my own, Where the shadows are long and the sorrow is grown. Haunted by ghosts of the days gone on by, Watching the embers of yesterday die. Thoughts of the loved ones who've passed on ahead, Leaving cold, empty silence right here in my bed. Loneliness rises, it's taking control, Iron-clad grief weighing down on my soul. [Chorus] Now I’m locked in a prison of memories, No key for the lock, no setting me free. Branded by heartache, convicted inside, Nowhere to run and nowhere to hide. Sentenced for love in the very first degree, Doing hard time in a prison of memories. [Verse 2] When darkness comes falling I kneel down to pray, Hoping the morning will wash it away. But every closed eye brings a flashback in sight, Replaying the love that once swallowed the night. She chased out the terrors and banished the fear, Holding me close to what truly was dear. Her presence was daylight, her touch was so sweet, Now the chains on my spirit drag heavy and deep. [Chorus] Now I’m locked in a prison of memories, No key for the lock, no setting me free. Branded by heartache, convicted inside, Nowhere to run and nowhere to hide. Sentenced for love in the very first degree, Doing hard time in a prison of memories. [Bridge] Bars made of promises, walls built of stone, Still hearing her whisper when I’m all alone. Chained to her reverence, bound by her grace, Every dark corner still shadows her face. I never could shake it, no matter how hard I try, The past is a warden that never says goodbye. [Guitar Solo] (Weeping dobro and slow, gritty electric guitar lead) [Chorus] Now I’m locked in a prison of memories, No key for the lock, no setting me free. Branded by heartache, convicted inside, Nowhere to run and nowhere to hide. Sentenced for love in the very first degree, Doing hard time in a prison of memories. [Outro] Forever in bondage... Still locked in these chains... A prison of memories... Where the love still remains. (Slow acoustic decay into a solitary dobro slide)

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