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(Verse 1)
The kitchen is a courthouse, fluorescent lights hum low
You hold your coffee mug like a verdict I should know
I navigate the silence, mapping out the floor
Learned to make my footsteps apologies at the door
Every breath I'm taking, I'm trying to meter it down
Building little dams to stop the river from its sound
(Pre-Chorus)
And you watch me like a headline, looking for the crime
Another infraction, just a matter of time
I keep swallowing static, pay the quiet a tax
You just polish the lens and cover your tracks
(Chorus)
You keep the meter running on my heart
My decibel debt is tearing me apart
Click. Flash. New violation.
A bill for emotional inflation.
You keep the meter running, an account in my name
And loving you feels like a red light camera game
(Verse 2)
We're driving past the suburbs, a manufactured peace
I brace for the flash from your passenger-seat stare, it never seems to cease
You say my laugh's too broken, my sighing is a sin
A zoning ordinance for the feelings kept within
So I armor up in calm, wear a fragile truce
But underneath the chassis, the engine's coming loose
(Pre-Chorus)
And you watch me like a sensor, calibrated, cold
A story of defiance that's getting way too old
I keep folding my anger into tiny, perfect squares
Another fine delivered through unresponsive stares
(Chorus)
You keep the meter running on my heart
My decibel debt is tearing me apart
Click. Flash. New violation.
A bill for emotional inflation.
You keep the meter running, an account in my name
And loving you feels like a red light camera game
(Bridge)
You wanna talk in whispers? In paragraphs of grey?
Well my throttle-body soul has got too much to say
So let the sensor burn out, let the system overload
I'm revving up a feeling on this quiet stretch of road
Burn the ticket, burn the notice, I’ll pay in ash and smoke
I’d rather be condemned than be your carefully managed joke
(Guitar Solo / Breakdown)
(A distorted, raw guitar solo erupts, sounding like a high-performance engine breaking free. It's not clean; it's emotional, with feedback and aggressive bends, fighting against a cold, repetitive synth arpeggio.)
(Chorus / Outro)
Go on and run the meter on my heart!
This decibel debt's my favorite work of art!
Click. Flash. Sweet liberation!
This bill's my closing declaration!
Yeah, you can run the meter till the numbers all crash!
My love isn’t quiet…
(Sound of a camera shutter, then dead silence for two beats)
…It was made to last.
About The Song
"Decibel Debt" uses the recent news of cities implementing automated 'noise cameras' to ticket loud vehicles as a core metaphor. This technology, which quantifies and punishes expression, becomes a lens for exploring a deeply human experience: emotional surveillance within a relationship. The song is told from the perspective of someone who feels constantly monitored by their partner, where every sigh, laugh, or raised voice is a 'violation' that accrues a 'debt.' It captures the suffocating pressure to remain quiet and manageable, applying the Active Agency Mandate to frame this not as passive suffering, but as an active, draining effort to 'manage' the silence and 'swallow the static.' The ultimate theme is the cathartic decision to finally 'make noise' and embrace authentic emotional expression, regardless of the 'fine'—the social or relational consequence.
Production Notes
Vocals: The vocal performance is key. Verses should be close-mic'd, dry, and intimate, almost a whisper (think Billie Eilish). Use a vocal chain with minimal reverb but tight compression to feel claustrophobic. In the chorus, layer the lead with two tightly-timed, panned whisper tracks rhythmically accenting words like "Click. Flash." This creates the sonic hook of the 'camera.'
Instrumentation: The track is built on a foundation of a deep, resonant 808 bass and a sharp, metallic snare hit that sounds like a camera shutter. A cold, lonely synth pad should haunt the background. For the bridge and final chorus, unleash a raw, slightly-out-of-tune electric guitar, processed with heavy distortion and bit-crushing to symbolize the raw, 'illegal' emotion breaking through the sterile environment.
Arrangement: Keep the verses sparse to create tension. Let the bass and the 'shutter' snare drive the chorus. The bridge needs to feel like an explosion; automate the filter on the guitar to open up dramatically. The outro's sudden silence after the final 'flash' sound is crucial for impact. The goal is a stark contrast between cold, digital precision and raw, human chaos.
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