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A Trophy Made of Silence
Clinton Moore
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SoulJazzy BluesNoir BluesIntrospectiveRegretfulHeartbreakingMelancholySparse
This is a slow, heartbreaking, and atmospheric jazzy blues track, continuing in the confessional style of "The Ten Second King" and "The Ghost in the Penthouse." Titled "A Trophy Made of Silence," it tells the poignant story of a man who, in the immediate aftermath of a final argument, realizes he has won the battle but lost the war—and his partner. With a sparse, late-night jazz arrangement and a deeply regretful vocal, the song is a powerful meditation on the lonely prize of being right.
[Intro] [Verse 1] The sound of your tail lights fading down the county line Is the only sound that's left now, that and this cheap red wine The front door's still wide open, letting in the cool night air And the words I threw like daggers are still hanging everywhere Yeah, I proved my point, I stood my ground, I made my perfect case And all it cost me was the smile upon your perfect face. [Chorus] And I'm the king of this quiet room, I'm the victor of this fight I'm the lonely, stubborn champion of being wrong by being right I finally got the last word, and the victory is mine Yeah, I won myself a trophy that is made of pure, dead shine I won a trophy made of silence, in a house that's not a home 'Cause what good is being right, when you're right here all alone? [Verse 2] I'm replaying every moment, every cheap and cutting blow The hundred little places where I could have let it go But my pride's a bitter poison, it's a fire in my blood It was burnin' down our paradise and I misunderstood I thought I was defending us, I thought I had to win Didn't know the prize for winning was where the losing would begin. [Chorus] 'Cause I'm the king of this quiet room, I'm the victor of this fight I'm the lonely, stubborn champion of being wrong by being right I finally got the last word, and the victory is mine Yeah, I won myself a trophy that is made of pure, dead shine I won a trophy made of silence, in a house that's not a home 'Cause what good is being right, when you're right here all alone? [Bridge] I'd take it all back now, every word I didn't mean I'd trade a million victories for one more gentle scene I'd say "You're right, I'm sorry," I'd say "Baby, please don't go..." But I'm just sayin' it to the shadows, and I'm sayin' it too slow. [Saxophone Solo] [Outro] Yeah, a trophy made of silence... And the last word... in an empty room... I was right... Yeah... I was right...
SoulJazzy BluesNoir BluesIntrospectiveRegretfulHeartbreakingMelancholySparseHeartbroken Male BaritoneUpright BassTenor SaxophoneDrums (Brushes)Electric Guitar (Hollow-body)Rhodes PianoSunoGemini (Google)
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