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(Verse 1)
You tore a page out of the atmosphere
Sent down a surge to kill the signal here
No blue light bargain for a little peace
Just my thumbprint smudge on a useless screen
We built a quiet out of broken sound
The kind you only find on holy ground
Or in the wreckage when a war is done
I’m fighting reflexes to call someone
(Pre-Chorus)
And oh, the air is thick, you can taste the volts
I’m measuring my breathing in jolts
I’m reading omens in the satellite’s fall
Forgot the reason we constructed this wall
(Chorus)
It's a pretty disaster, what you did to the sky
Hung poison green to tell a beautiful lie
And every current running wild and free
Is just a pretty disaster, what you did to the sky…
And me
(Verse 2)
We’re trading arguments in candlelight
Forced into facing what we wouldn’t write
You learn a language in the silent space
I map the fractures running through your face
We wore the shutdown like a second skin
This new confessional we're speaking in
Didn't know I could survive the hush
Or that a silence could feel like a crush
(Pre-Chorus)
And oh, the air is thin, a high-altitude strain
I’m holding onto all this beautiful pain
I'm reading futures in the power lines’ dip
Remembering the venom that fell from your lip
(Chorus)
It's a pretty disaster, what you did to the sky
Hung poison green to tell a beautiful lie
And every current running wild and free
Is just a pretty disaster, what you did to the sky…
And me
(Bridge)
Maybe we needed the sun to lose its mind
Maybe we needed to be cruel to be kind
To burn the circuits and to trip the main
To stand here shivering in acid rain
And I’m afraid of what we're gonna do
When they repair the world I broke with you
Will we just patch it up and call it grace?
Or find the power to escape this place?
(Chorus)
Such a pretty disaster, what you did to the sky
Hung poison green so you could sell me a lie
And every current running wild and free
Is just a pretty disaster, what you did to the sky…
And me
(Outro)
(Faint sound of a phone booting up, a single notification chime)
Oh.
What you did to me.
The pretty disaster.
(Fade to black)
About The Song
"Coronal" uses the terrifying, awe-inspiring event of a massive solar flare as a metaphor for a relationship's breaking point. The news of such an event causing communication blackouts served as the catalyst, but the emotional core is about the strange relief and forced intimacy that comes when digital distractions are violently stripped away. The "pretty disaster" of the resulting auroras mirrors the beautiful, painful clarity that can arise from a catastrophic argument. Influenced by the intimate, dynamic-range vocal styles of alt-pop artists, the song captures the feeling of a world, and a relationship, being reset. It actively embraces the AAM (Active Agency Mandate) by framing the silence not as something that happens *to* the characters, but as a space they "build" and a state they "wear," transforming them from passive victims of circumstance into active participants in their survival.
Production Notes
Vocals: Close-mic'd with a Neumann U 87 for a dry, intimate, and personal feel in the verses. Delivery should be hushed, almost conspiratorial. The pre-chorus vocal should be double-tracked with rising intensity. The chorus should explode with stacked, wide-panned harmonies, with the lead vocal pushed into a gritty, emotional belt, capturing the "pretty disaster" concept. Use subtle, automated slap-back delay in the verses and long, lush reverb throws on the final word of each chorus line ("sky," "lie").
Instrumentation: The song begins with just a simple, dark piano melody and the vocal. A deep, pulsing 808 sub-bass enters at the end of Verse 1, syncopated to feel like a nervous heartbeat. In the pre-chorus, introduce a detuned, sweeping synth pad (emulating a classic OB-Xa or Juno-60) that creates tension. The chorus should hit hard: a powerful, compressed kick drum, layered finger snaps, and a crackling vinyl sound effect low in the mix. The bridge should strip back to just the vocal and a filtered piano, creating space before the final, impactful chorus.
Mix/Mastering: Keep the stereo field narrow in the verses to enhance the feeling of intimacy and claustrophobia. Automate the stereo width to expand dramatically in the chorus, making it feel vast and overwhelming. Use sidechain compression to make the synth pads pump with the kick drum, adding to the rhythmic drive. A mastering chain with a gentle low-pass filter can give the track a slightly lo-fi, worn-in feel that fits the theme of system failure.
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