Cool crying leads through this one, awesome playing💯👍👍

Dedicated to some folks in my life who've picked me up along the way, especially through music...

This is one I'm pretty proud of.  Oddly, it's the first time I’ve written a full original song with me singing my own lyrics. I'm joined by the uber talented @TexMex-Shaman, who is wielding the lead electric guitar starting at the first verse through to the end. (this is the second time now where my vocal melody is partly inspired by his magical playing!) He also lends his mastering skillz to great effect here. Thanks TMS for truly bringing this to life with your playing! 
All other instruments are played by me on the keyboard - acoustic guitar, bass, organ, Wurlitzer electric piano, 2nd electric guitar (the higher one in verse 2), horns, drums & percussion, words and voice. The chorus is supposed to sound like a 60's soul song, like Marvin Gaye meets Van Morrison. 
If you play this more than once I'm sorry but I'm afraid you'll be stuck with it in your head all day.  :)

This one's a personal one for me, so thanks for listening, and for picking us up with your music!

LYRICS: 

Verse 1
alone in the corner, that old six string whispers to me
ah but when daddy played, he could set your spirit free 
like the drops in the rain, or a forest tall and green
there's music alive all around
and mamma she told me, you must listen for more than the sound
and hear with your heart

Chorus     
(And then she’d) 
pick me up higher, pick me up higher, pick me up higher
pick me up, lift me up, build me up,  
pick me up higher, pick me up higher, pick me up higher
pick me up, lift me up, build me up, 
pick me up higher 

Verse 2
Now I’m writing my own song… makin’ music with old friends and new
But the joy of my days, are my beautiful daughter and you
And when you play that song, she would close her eyes and sway
all the while as she sings
And man when I hear her, whispered memories they lift me up still
like a bird on the wind

Chorus  

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Other credits: 
-second verse sample of 'Take Me Home, Country Roads' (by John Denver), performed by my 9 yr old daughter
-image design by me using Chat GPT
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here's a link to just the final chorus vocals and horns isolated: 
https://soundcloud.com/user-432503709/pick_me_up_vox_isolated

and here's a link that features mainly the sax solo & horn section:
https://on.soundcloud.com/y1PR8xv69y77n5CY5w
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here's some pictures I took:
https://500px.com/p/MrMark?view=photos

-mark

Pick Me Up (with TexMex Shaman)

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true ramblin'

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Play a simple Melody - A walk in the Black Forest - Java - K.Wunderlich Tribute Track

You see that guy in the gucci suit
The one with the Rolex
The one walking into the high-rise like he owns the whole damn block

He got a secret
He still checks his bank balance a dozen times a day
Still gets that little knot in his stomach everytime the phone rings
Still remembers the taste of instant noodles and the feel of a secondhand coat in a bitter wind

He ain’t no different to me

I see that girl on the corner, all torn jeans and defiant eyeliner
She’s got a story, too
A story of late nights and empty bottles and a phone that never rings with the right name
She got a tattoo of a bird on her wrist, a tiny thing
It’s not about freedom
It’s about being grounded
It’s about a cage she can’t fly out of

She ain’t different to me

We all got our ghosts
Our regrets
Our silent prayers whispered into the pillow at 3am
We’re all holding our breath, waiting for the other shoe to drop.
The CEO, the janitor
The influencer with a million likes, the kid with no friends
We’re all just trying to get by, trying to make sense of the noise

We put on these masks
The tough guy
The pretty one
The smart one
The one who has it all figured out
But peel back the layers and what do you find
The same raw, vulnerable heart
The same fear of not being enough

So next time you look at someone and think
“I could never be them” 
or
“They could never understand me”
take a moment
Look closer
Past the clothes
Past the car
Past the curated feed

You’lll see it
The flicker of doubt in their eyes
The tremor in their hand when they think no one’s looking
The way they stare at the ceiling, wondering where it all went wrong, or where it’s all going to go

And you’ll know.  They’re just like you. and me.

They ain’t no different.  Not one bit

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