Free, but Still Hurting
Slow minor-key blues with a soulful sheen: a stinging, vibrato-drenched lead guitar, a sweeping string section, electric piano, bass and drums, with a soulful male voice. Melancholy and resigned, sung in English, about a love that has died, leaving him free but still hurting.
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The coffee’s cold and the bed is made.I finally pulled down the window shade.No more waiting for a key in the lock,Just the steady ticking of a quiet clock.The silence used to make me scream,Now it’s just the ending of a tired dream.I’m finally loose, I’m finally free.But this open air is killing me.A heavy heart in a wide open sky.It’s a lonesome freedom, I won’t lie.I’m finally loose, I’m finally free.But Lord, it’s a bitter liberty.I scrubbed the scent of you off the floor.I don't look for your coat behind the door.There’s no more fighting about who was right,Just a long, long stretch of a peaceful night.My hands don't shake when the phone rings loud,But I’m still walking underneath a cloud.I’m finally loose, I’m finally free.But this open air is killing me.A heavy heart in a wide open sky.It’s a lonesome freedom, I won’t lie.I’m finally loose, I’m finally free.But Lord, it’s a bitter liberty.They say the truth is gonna set you loose.But truth is just another kind of noose.I cut the rope and I hit the ground,Now I’m just wondering why I’m not found.I’m finally loose, I’m finally free.But this open air is killing me.A heavy heart in a wide open sky.It’s a lonesome freedom, I won’t lie.I’m finally loose, I’m finally free.But Lord, it’s a bitter liberty.Bitter liberty.Yeah, I’m free.Still hurts like hell.I’m free.
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