Quarter Past Three | Reminiscence Blues

Описание: Ever lie awake at 3 AM with secrets weighing on your chest that you can't tell a living soul? Some truths are too heavy to speak and too real to forget.

Song Description:
"Quarter Past Three" is the sound of insomnia and conscience keeping company in the darkest hours. This is what happens when the whole world sleeps but your mind won't let you rest, when the only thing listening is the darkness, and the only thing talking is the truth you've been avoiding all day long. It's about the confessions we make to empty rooms, the promises we broke, and the weight of carrying secrets that nobody else will ever hear.

This song captures that blues tradition of late-night honesty, when a man sits alone with his whiskey and his regrets and finally admits things he'd never say in daylight. The golden era blues clubs were filled with men like this, souls who found more truth in the lonesome hours than they ever found in company. The weathered vocals and sparse instrumentation honor that tradition, creating space for the silence between the words to speak as loudly as the confession itself.

There's a particular kind of loneliness that comes at 3 AM, when you're too awake to sleep and too tired to lie to yourself anymore. This isn't the loneliness of wanting someone there, it's deeper than that. It's the loneliness of knowing that even if someone were there, these are truths you still couldn't share. The blues never promised to fix that kind of alone. It just promised to sit with you in it.

This is for everyone who's ever had a conversation with the ceiling, waiting for dawn.

LYRICS
🎸 QUARTER PAST THREE 🎸
🌙 Verse 1
Clock on the wall says quarter past three
Whole world's asleep but sleep won't come to me
Got secrets in my chest like stones I can't set down
This empty room's the only witness in this town
🥃 Verse 2
Poured myself a drink to quiet all these thoughts
But whiskey just makes louder all the battles that I fought
The things I should've said, the lies I should've told
The truth sits here beside me and it's getting mighty old
💔 Chorus
In the lonesome hours when the night won't end
Talking to the darkness like it was my oldest friend
Got nobody left to hear these confessions that I keep
Just me and four walls and the promises I couldn't keep
📷 Verse 3
There's a photograph I carry that I can't bring myself to burn
Of the man I used to be before I took that final turn
He's staring back with younger eyes that don't know what I know
About the weight of all the things you can't let go
🎺 Instrumental Break
💨 Verse 4
My mama used to tell me, "Son, the truth will set you free"
But I've been carrying this burden and it's all that's left of me
Some truths are meant for graveyards, some are meant for songs
Some you whisper to the ceiling when the night gets too damn long
🔥 Bridge
If these walls could talk they'd tell you
'Bout the man who sits here every night
Drinking down his sorrows
Waiting for the morning light
💔 Chorus
In the lonesome hours when the night won't end
Talking to the darkness like it was my oldest friend
Got nobody left to hear these confessions that I keep
Just me and four walls and the promises I couldn't keep
🌙 Outro
Another night, another secret told to no one
Another dawn I didn't think I'd see
Still here, still breathing, still alone

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Credits:
🎸 Music Genre: 1950s-1960s Chicago Blues
✍️ Lyrics & Composition: Blues honoring the golden era tradition
📺 Channel: Midnight Blues Confessions
📷 Visual Theme: Rare glimpses into the legendary blues clubs and musicians of the South Side
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