Lewis Knudsen - Things Lyrics

This digital piano that I had for 15 years gave out on me
Tried everything to fix it, and I don't like holding on to broken things no
But as I carried my broken piano toward the dumpster
I remembered all these memories, one after the other
Of the stages in different places all the
Songs for different faces
I sang to the music of these keys
How could I bury them in coffee grounds, eggshells and TVs
College improv parodies, singing with these ivories
Summer winter touring, piano buckled up back seat
I guess fame wasn't meant to be
But we found fortune in these memories
And that's why I still can't
Bring myself to get rid of my
Broken digital piano
The weight of every key
From fifteen years of memories
Have made this thing way too heavy to handle
A while back my wife and I were going through our storage room getting rid of things we didn't need
I found an old suitcase with her grandpa's name inside
She said oh how I miss my grandpa and I hugged her as she cried
Now I get it now I understand
How a thing can be much more than something you hold in your hand
And that's why I still can't
Bring myself to get rid of my
Broken digital piano
The weight of every key
From fifteen years of memories
Have made this thing way too heavy to handle
And that's why I still can't
Bring myself to get rid of my
Broken digital piano
The weight of every key
From fifteen years of memories
Have made this thing way too heavy to handle
Uncommon Ground Chicago Elijah's in Detroit
318 Exelcior Mars Cafe in Des Moines
Redstone Room in Davenport Cyberwest in Binghamtom
Rozz Tox Rock Island Pete's Candy Store Brooklyn
The old hotel in Trempealeau The Coffee Bean in Plymouth Michigan
Blind Pig Ann Arbor Cedar Rapids Sag Wagon
Red Rooster Aberdeen The Island in Moline
The Root Note in LaCross

This digital piano that I had for 15 years gave out on me
Tried everything to fix it, and I don't like holding on to broken things no
But as I carried my broken piano toward the dumpster
I remembered all these memories, one after the other
Of the stages in different places all the
Songs for different faces
I sang to the music of these keys
How could I bury them in coffee grounds, eggshells and TVs
College improv parodies, singing with these ivories
Summer winter touring, piano buckled up back seat
I guess fame wasn't meant to be
But we found fortune in these memories
And that's why I still can't
Bring myself to get rid of my
Broken digital piano
The weight of every key
From fifteen years of memories
Have made this thing way too heavy to handle
A while back my wife and I were going through our storage room getting rid of things we didn't need
I found an old suitcase with her grandpa's name inside
She said oh how I miss my grandpa and I hugged her as she cried
Now I get it now I understand
How a thing can be much more than something you hold in your hand
And that's why I still can't
Bring myself to get rid of my
Broken digital piano
The weight of every key
From fifteen years of memories
Have made this thing way too heavy to handle
And that's why I still can't
Bring myself to get rid of my
Broken digital piano
The weight of every key
From fifteen years of memories
Have made this thing way too heavy to handle
Uncommon Ground Chicago Elijah's in Detroit
318 Exelcior Mars Cafe in Des Moines
Redstone Room in Davenport Cyberwest in Binghamtom
Rozz Tox Rock Island Pete's Candy Store Brooklyn
The old hotel in Trempealeau The Coffee Bean in Plymouth Michigan
Blind Pig Ann Arbor Cedar Rapids Sag Wagon
Red Rooster Aberdeen The Island in Moline
The Root Note in LaCross