From the recording Burning up the Marquee (Digital Download)
3,000 Pieces of Me is about feeling blindsided by a breakup and the pain of all of the things you lose when someone moves out of your life. Sweet memories turn sour, and the song that used to light you up makes you switch off the radio. When she walks out of your life forever she’s taking pieces of your heart. And your favorite sweater. And some of your favorite records. And it’s all just… gone.
3,000 Pieces of Me is the third single from Eric Linden’s forthcoming album “Burning up the Marquee."
Released October 14, 2021
Written by Eric Linden; performed by Eric Linden and drummer Kristers Hartmanis. The song was recorded and produced in Minneapolis, Minnesota in conjunction with Knife River Records. The song was mastered by Red Dot Recording. Copyright 2021. All Rights Reserved.
Written by: Eric Linden
Vocal and Guitars: Eric Linden
Drums: Kristers Haremis
Mixed by: Eric Linden
Mastered: Red Dot Recording
Label: Knife River Records
Genre: New Indie Rock 2021, New Garage Rock 2021, Power Pop
Lyrics
I’m not understanding
Why you’re out standing in the rain
You just packed up your boxes
And used up my packaging tape
You smeared your mascara
Said you’re done crying for me
Now you’re filling your suitcase
The one we bought for our trip to Belize
You say that you’re leaving
You can’t wait to be free
But you’re taking three thousand
Three thousand pieces of me
You’re still wearing my sweater
It was a favorite of mine
But in this dreary weather
Don’t think I even mind
But my record collection
Is looking awfully sparse
Don’t take my Elton Johns
Please don’t go breaking my heart
You say that you’re leaving
You can’t wait to be free
But you’re taking three thousand
Three thousand pieces of me
The windshield wipers are squeaking
On your Honda Accord
Now your shoulders are heaving
Your back turned to my front porch
You say that you’re leaving
You can’t wait to be free
But you’re taking three thousand
Three thousand pieces of me
You say that you’re leaving
You can’t wait to be free
But you’re taking three thousand
Three thousand pieces of me