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The Parts You Threw Away
[Verse 1: Her]
I’m making a new map of all our yesterdays
Just drawing in the coastline, leaving out the tidal waves
I’m taking down the pictures where the smiles look too arranged
Pulling weeds out from the garden, only roses get to stay
It's a procedure of the heart, a simple, painless edit
A cleaner storyline than the one where we both said it
[Verse 2: Him]
I heard you’re telling stories of the good times that we had
That Sunday drive to nowhere, you forget you got so mad?
I still hold onto the rust, the chipped-up coffee mug
The bitter taste of sorry, the tension in a hug
You can’t just cut the bad scenes and call the film a prize
I still see the whole damn story reflected in your eyes
[Chorus: Both]
You wanna keep the sun and just erase the rain
Burn all the angry letters, just to save the names
You're keeping all the gold, but throwing out the gray
But that's not us, that's just the parts you threw away
[Verse 3: Her]
This isn't a betrayal, it’s a strategy to heal
I'm stamping out the fires so the scars don't feel so real
You clutch the broken chapters like they’re somehow sacred ground
I'm tired of defending that slammed door’s hollow sound
Why do you wanna live there, in all that twisted wire?
I'm trying to build a shelter, you're standing in the fire
[Verse 4: Him]
That fire kept us breathing when the winter nights were long
That struggle was the rhythm underneath our favorite song
You call it twisted wire, I call it how we grew
This fortress that you're building has no room in it for two
'Cause I was there beside you when the foundations shook
And that's the very chapter you've torn out of the book
[Chorus: Both]
You wanna keep the sun and just erase the rain
Burn all the angry letters, just to save the names
You're keeping all the gold, but throwing out the gray
But that's not us, that's just the parts you threw away
[Bridge: Him & (Her)]
And when you're old and lonely
Will you remember me?
Just a footnote in a story? (I’m trying to be free)
A faded polaroid?
With all the edges trimmed?
The architect of memories you barely let me in
(It's how I am surviving)
No, it's how you disappear
[Chorus: Both, more desperate and overlapping]
You wanna keep the sun and just erase the rain!
Burn all the angry letters, just to save the names!
You're keeping all the gold, but throwing out the gray!
But that's not us, that's just the parts you threw away!
[Outro: Her, then Him]
(Her, quiet and fragile)
The parts I threw away...
(Him, resigned)
The best parts you threw away...
(Acoustic guitar fades with one last, unresolved chord)
About The Song
This song translates a complex scientific breakthrough into a deeply human conflict. Inspired by a news report on researchers developing 'memory stamps' to selectively weaken or erase specific traumatic memories, the song reimagines this technology as a powerful metaphor for emotional revisionism after a breakup. Instead of a lab procedure, it's an active, personal choice one partner makes to sanitize their shared history, keeping only the perfect moments. The other partner argues this erases the truth of their relationship, that the struggles and imperfections were essential to who they were together. Musically, it channels the raw, conversational storytelling of artists like Zach Bryan and Kacey Musgraves, using a duet format to present the two warring perspectives. The song asks a fundamental question: if we could surgically remove our pain, would we also remove a vital part of ourselves? It is an anthem for anyone who has felt their shared past being rewritten by someone they once loved.
Production Notes
Concept: A raw, brutally honest, 'in-the-room' duet. The production should feel like you are sitting on the floor between two people having their final, devastating conversation. Dynamic range and authenticity are paramount.
Vocal Chain:
• Her Vocal: Neumann U87, close-mic'd to capture intimate breaths and nuances. Chain: Neve 1073 preamp -> LA-2A style optical compressor (just 2-3dB of gentle compression) -> A subtle plate reverb. Her performance should be weary, resolute, and controlled.
• Him Vocal: Shure SM7B to give a slightly warmer, grittier, and more grounded tone. Chain: API 512c preamp -> 1176 style FET compressor (with a faster attack to catch his more percussive pleading). His performance should have more dynamic range, shifting from frustration to sadness.
Arrangement:
• Acoustic Guitar: The anchor. A Martin D-28 (Capo 2) recorded with a stereo XY pair to capture a wide, natural sound. It should be the first and last thing you hear.
• Bass: A simple, round-toned upright bass line enters on Verse 2, providing a warm foundation without being intrusive.
• Pedal Steel: Introduced gently in the second chorus. It's a texture, not a lead instrument. Used for emotional swells, playing weeping, sustained notes that fill the space between lyrical phrases, especially in the bridge and outro.
• Percussion: Minimalist. A single suitcase kick drum played with a soft mallet, starting in Verse 2 with the bass. It should provide a simple, heartbeat-like pulse (thump... thump-thump...).
Mix & Automation: Pan the male and female vocals slightly left and right (e.g., 10 o'clock and 2 o'clock) to enhance the feeling of a conversation. The mix should remain sparse. Automate the volume of the pedal steel to swell dramatically during the bridge to amplify the tension. The final chorus should feel slightly chaotic, with vocals pushing the verge of clipping to convey desperation, before everything drops out for the quiet, fragile outro. Do not over-compress the master bus; let the song breathe.
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