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Blueprint Mine
(Verse 1)
You handed me the rendering, all chrome and glass and light
Said, “This is who we’re gonna be, starting from tonight”
No room for complications, no weathered wood or flaws
Just clean lines and compliance with your architectural laws
You said my frame was charming, but the history had to go
Then you gave me the crowbar and you told me to start slow.
(Pre-Chorus)
So I’m swinging for you, darling, at the archways in my head
I’m tearing out the wiring where the warmer currents fled
I pull the memories from the walls like they’re just outdated art
I’m taking a sledgehammer to the library of my heart.
(Chorus)
You can have the skyline, you can own the empty space
Build your cold cathedral, put a stranger in my place
I’ll tear it down, and build me new, it’s what you want me to
But I’m keeping one last corner of the blueprint that was true
Go on, watch the demolition, a spectacle so grand
I’ve still got the master plan clenched here in my hand.
(Verse 2)
Remember reading novels in the alcoves of my spine?
That comfortable disorder you said couldn't be mine
Each book a different memory, each worn page a defense
You called it sentimental, and said it made no sense
So I’m piling up the paper, I’m making up the pyre
Executing every chapter just to feed your cold fire.
(Pre-Chorus)
And I’m swinging for you, darling, at the frescoes on the ceiling
Chipping off the faces, ‘til I don’t know what I’m feeling
I pull the stories from the studs like they’re a fire risk
I’m making myself vacant, with a dedicated flick of the wrist.
(Chorus)
You can have the skyline, you can own the empty space
Build your cold cathedral, put a stranger in my place
I’ll tear it down, and build me new, it’s what you want me to
But I’m keeping one last corner of the blueprint that was true
Go on, watch the demolition, a spectacle so grand
I’ve still got the master plan clenched here in my hand.
(Bridge)
The wrecking ball is quiet now, the dust begins to fall
And I’m standing in the silence where I used to stand up tall
You got your perfect monument, your victory of will
But the foundation’s fractured... and the architect is ill
You engineered this vacancy, this modernist design
But you forgot one little detail: the blueprint’s still mine.
(Outro)
The blueprint's mine
This corner is mine
This line... this single line...
Mine... mine...
(Sound of a single pen scratch over a fading synth pad)
About The Song
"Blueprint Mine" uses the news of a century-old, ornate library being demolished for a modern skyscraper as a powerful metaphor for personal erasure within a controlling relationship. The song’s narrator is forced into an act of self-demolition, tearing down the warm, complex "rooms" of their own history and personality to be rebuilt into a colder, simpler version that pleases their partner. The core of the song isn't passive sadness, but the agonizing *action* of participating in one's own dismantling—a direct application of the Active Agency Mandate. It's a song about the fight to save one small, true part of yourself—the original blueprint—before you're completely redesigned. It taps into the universal human fear of losing one's identity for the sake of acceptance or love.
Production Notes
Genre: Electro-Grit / Chamber Pop
Vocals: The performance is key. Mic with a warm, sensitive condenser like a Neumann U 47 to capture intimate details. The verses should be close-mic'd, breathy, and delivered with a sense of exhausted resignation. The pre-chorus builds in tension, and the chorus erupts with a strained, raw power that clips a vintage pre-amp (Neve 1073 style) just slightly. Harmonies in the chorus should be tight but sound desperate, not polished.
Arrangement: Verses are stark: a heavy, syncopated 808-style kick, a pulsing Moog-like bass synth, and vocals. This creates a claustrophobic, mechanical feel. The pre-chorus introduces a tense, high-pass-filtered drum machine loop and a dissonant synth pad that swells. The chorus hits hard with a wide, industrial snare, layered aggressive synths, and the return of the heavy kick. The bridge must feel like the aftermath of a bombing: drop nearly all instrumentation, leaving only a faint, airy pad and a heartbeat-like kick drum under a very dry, centered vocal. The outro fades on the synth pad and a single foley sound of a pencil scratching on paper.
Mix Automation: Use automation to tell the story. In the verses, pan vocals dead center with short, dark reverbs that cut off abruptly. Widen the stereo field dramatically in the chorus, making the synths and harmonies feel huge and overwhelming. During the bridge, snap everything back to mono, creating a sudden sense of intimacy and claustrophobia, then let the outro slowly spread out again as it fades.
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