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Coronal
(Verse 1)
The world held its breath an hour ago
A solar pulse, a thing we couldn't know
Little green auroras dancing in the south
Same dead-air silence that just left your mouth
The network's down, a planet in the dark
Just like you striking a match and missing the mark
No, not a miss… a direct, intended hit
You were aiming for the circuits, I'm admitting it
(Chorus)
And the blue light on my skin is the only thing that's real
Checking for a signal that your heart doesn't feel
And the hum from the fridge is the only reply
To the last three words you left hanging to die
You went coronal on me, a blast of perfect grace
And wiped our whole damn timeline, leaving zero space
(Verse 2)
They said on the old car radio, the one that still works
That the particles are hitting with their own little quirks
Compass needles spinning, pointing to the floor
Kind of like me when you walked out the door
I’m navigating by the flicker of a candle’s light
And tracing constellations on my screen all night
I'm holding my own hand so I don't reach for the phone
Practicing the motions of being all alone
(Chorus)
And the blue light on my skin is the only thing that's real
Checking for a signal that your heart doesn't feel
And the hum from the fridge is the only reply
To the last three words you left hanging to die
You went coronal on me, a blast of perfect grace
And wiped our whole damn timeline, leaving zero space
(Music cuts. Silence for two beats. A distorted bass guitar hits like a defibrillator. Drums crash in. Vocals become raw, strained, and loud.)
(Bridge)
You know, it's funny, I thought I'd be relieved
From the constant pressure, the love I half-believed
Some digital detox, some quiet, some peace!
But I'm just sitting here, managing the long release
Of every promise you built and then burned!
Every lesson I swear I should have learned!
(Outro)
YOU WENT CORONAL ON ME
YOU RIPPED OUT THE WIRING
AND LEFT ME WITH THE WRECKAGE OF A LOVE SO TIRING
YOU WENT CORONAL ON ME
ERASED ME FROM THE GRID
I'M STANDING IN THE FALLOUT OF EVERYTHING YOU DID
YOU TOOK THE SUN IN YOUR HANDS
AND POINTED IT RIGHT HERE
AND YOU BURNED ME OFF THE MAP, IS THAT PERFECTLY CLEAR?
About The Song
"Coronal" uses the stunning, catastrophic phenomenon of a massive solar storm as a metaphor for a sudden, brutal, and all-encompassing breakup. The news of increasing solar flare activity, threatening global communication grids, provides the fertile ground for this emotional analogy. The song's protagonist isn't literally experiencing a planetary event; they are processing the personal shockwave of being cut off by a partner. The "digital silence" of a downed grid mirrors the profound quiet after a relationship built on constant contact ends. Terms like "coronal," "grid," and "auroras" are re-contextualized to describe the explosive argument, the structure of their life together, and the bizarre, disorienting beauty found in the emotional aftermath. The core theme explores how a person can become your entire infrastructure, and their departure can feel like a cataclysm, forcing you to navigate by a completely new, primitive set of rules while wrestling with the wreckage. This is a story of active survival, not passive sorrow—managing the fallout and pointing a finger at the source of the blast.
Production Notes
Concept: A dramatic two-act structure, moving from atmospheric indie pop to raw, explosive alternative rock.
Act 1 (Verses/Choruses):
• Vocals: Close-mic'd, intimate, and breathy. Use a high-end condenser mic like a Neumann U 87. Vocal chain should have light compression, a touch of plate reverb, and subtle slap-back delay to create a sense of isolated space.
• Instrumentation: A filtered, pulsating synth bass provides the heartbeat. A sparse, gentle piano melody plays the main chords. The drums are a simple, light electronic beat (think TR-808), low in the mix. The overall atmosphere should feel like 3 AM in a silent city.
The Shift: Two full beats of absolute silence. No reverb tails, no hum. A hard gate.
Act 2 (Bridge/Outro):
• Vocals: Switch to a dynamic mic (Shure SM7B) pushed hard through a preamp into slight distortion. The performance should be aggressive, unhinged, with vocal cracks and strain left in the final take. Double-track the shouted parts and pan them wide.
• Instrumentation: A heavily distorted and fuzzed-out bass guitar (e.g., a Fender P-Bass through a Big Muff pedal) becomes the lead instrument. The drums switch to a live, powerfully played acoustic kit, compressed heavily for a 'wall of sound' feel. An electric guitar, possibly an overdriven Telecaster, adds feedback and noise textures in the background.
• Mix Automation: The master bus should feel like it's being pushed into the red. Use automation to increase the distortion and overall volume throughout the outro, culminating in a sudden, sharp cutoff on the final word, "CLEAR?"
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