Give me back yesterday

Songtext

GIVE ME BACK YESTERDAY! BEZBEZ [INTRO — RAIN / DISTANT SUBWAY / SOFT GUITAR] STRANGER — LOW, DISTORTED VOICE: “One memory for every show.” BEZBEZ — SPOKEN: “That’s the price?” STRANGER: “You won’t miss… what you can’t remember.” [PEN SCRATCHES PAPER] [BASS IMPACT] ⸻ [VERSE 1 — HIP-HOP / MUTED GUITAR] Playing six strings by the midnight train, Open case catching pennies and rain. Last guy stopped, said, “Kid, you’re good,” Then disappeared like they always would. Three missed meals and a rent-past-due, One broken string I couldn’t replace with two. Then a man stepped out in a tailored coat, Dropped a blank check beside the notes. Said, “I can put your face downtown, Have a hundred thousand people sing your sound. One little memory for every stage— You’ve got a lifetime. What’s a page?” I thought of all the shit I’d like to forget, Every closed door, every unpaid debt. Signed my name by the passing train— Next week, the whole world knew my name. ⸻ [PRE-CHORUS — MELODIC / RISING SYNTH] First show— Lost the street where I grew up. Next show— Forgot who gave me that old cup. Ten shows— A woman kissed me on the cheek. Said, “I’m so proud of you, my son.” I couldn’t speak. ⸻ [CHORUS — EXPLOSIVE HARD ROCK / TRANCE] TAKE IT ALL! TAKE IT ALL! I had a life before the applause! Every night they scream my name, Every morning, less remains. KEEP YOUR GOLD! KEEP YOUR STAGE! GIVE ME BACK MY YESTERDAY! What’s the point of being known If I don’t know who’s waiting home? ⸻ [POST-CHORUS — TRANCE DROP / VOCAL CHOPS] Yesterday… Yesterday… A little more applause— A little less of me. ⸻ [VERSE 2 — AGGRESSIVE RAP / HEAVY DRUMS] Penthouse windows, twenty floors, Security posted outside my door. Phone full of faces I should’ve known, Read “Happy birthday” like a stranger’s phone. Found an old video, shaky and blurred: A kitchen table, three half-learned chords. Little boy laughing when his fingers slipped, His mother singing while she washed the dishes. Watched it twice, then ten times more, Sitting barefoot on the marble floor. I knew that kid had to be me— But knowing ain’t the same as a memory. They knocked, said, “Boss, your car’s downstairs. Sold-out stadium. Everybody’s there.” I looked at the screen, at my mother’s face, Then called the man who made the trade. ⸻ [PRE-CHORUS — DRUMS DROP / DISTORTED PHONE VOCAL] BEZBEZ: “I want out.” STRANGER: “You want them back?” BEZBEZ: “Every one.” STRANGER: “Then every record, every room, Every person singing you— They’ll forget you when you’re through.” [SILENCE] BEZBEZ: “Tell me what I have to do.” ⸻ [CHORUS — FULL BAND / HIGHER VOCAL] TAKE IT ALL! TAKE IT ALL! I had a life before the applause! Every night they scream my name, Every morning, less remains. KEEP YOUR GOLD! KEEP YOUR STAGE! GIVE ME BACK MY YESTERDAY! What’s the point of being known If I don’t know who’s waiting home? ⸻ [BRIDGE — PIANO / SPOKEN BUILD] STRANGER: “Walk out there. Tell them you’re finished. Then leave before they clap.” [STADIUM CROWD FADES IN] BEZBEZ: I stood beneath those burning lights, Saw my face ten stories high. Had the speech up on the screen— Forgot what any of it meant to me. Then somewhere underneath the noise, I heard that little kitchen boy. Three wrong chords. My mother laughing. [ONE CLEAN GUITAR NOTE] I set the microphone down. ⸻ [BREAKDOWN — HEAVY GUITARS / SHOUTED VOCAL] LET THE BILLBOARDS GO BLACK! LET THE TICKETS HIT THE GROUND! I WAS SOMEONE BEFORE THIS FUCKING CROWD! [HALF-TIME DRUMS] No last bow. No encore. Left the spotlight through a side door. ⸻ [VERSE 3 — QUIET RAP / GRADUALLY WARMER] No driver waiting by the curb, Nobody turned when they heard my words. My face went blank on a passing sign— Then an old street name came back to mind. Caught the last train, missed my stop, Remembered Dad at the barber shop. Remembered scraped knees, summer heat, My mother calling me in to eat. By the time I reached her second-floor door, I knew that hallway like I had before. She opened up in her faded robe: “You hungry, baby? Come on home.” ⸻ [FINAL CHORUS — SOARING ROCK / WARM TRANCE] TAKE IT ALL! TAKE IT ALL! I found my life beyond the applause! Nobody out there knows my name— But she still says it just the same. KEEP YOUR GOLD! KEEP YOUR STAGE! I’VE GOT BACK MY YESTERDAY! There’s a light above the stove, And somebody who knows I’m home. ⸻ [OUTRO — ACOUSTIC GUITAR / QUIET KITCHEN SOUNDS] BEZBEZ — SOFTLY SUNG: Three wrong chords… You laugh again. I start it over. You sing the end. [SPOKEN] “Yeah, Mom… I remember that one.” [FINAL GUITAR NOTE for the last 30 second of this song with no vocals just the beat]