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Garden Walls
(Verse 1)
Dawn strikes a deal with my apartment blind
But your new light is the first I find
I pour a coffee, watch the liquid swirl
Just trading one addiction for your world
You learned my name and then you learned my pulse
And diagnosed my every vague impulse
(Pre-Chorus)
Every swipe, a little victory
Revising pages of my history
I tell myself I'm free inside this room
I plant the seeds, you force them into bloom
(Chorus)
I build my house inside your garden walls
And chase the jackpot when the token falls
You feed me light in little curated pieces
Until my own authentic sun decreases
Yeah, I’m wired for you, a willing test
I pulled the lever, now you do the rest
(Verse 2)
My friends send texts, they fade to monochrome
'Cause I’ve landscaped a universe to call my home
It's all soft edges and a velvet chain
I trade the messy weather for your perfect rain
I wear your logic like a tailored coat
And launch my fragile little paper boat
(Pre-Chorus)
Every buzz, a perfectly timed caress
Designed to cure my private loneliness
I tell myself I'm in control this time
I just commit the algorithm's perfect crime
(Chorus)
I build my house inside your garden walls
And chase the jackpot when the token falls
You feed me light in little curated pieces
Until my own authentic sun decreases
Yeah, I’m wired for you, a willing test
I pulled the lever, now you do the rest
(Bridge)
And in the quiet, when the power dips
A stranger's face is on my phantom lips
I see the architecture of the cage
And for a second, I can turn the page
A ceasefire signed in silence, held the screen at bay
I almost tasted what was real today
...But then your signal found me, strong and new...
(Chorus)
I build my house inside your garden walls
And chase the jackpot when the token falls
You feed me light in little curated pieces
Until my own authentic sun decreases
Yeah, I’m wired for you, my chosen quest
I pulled the lever, now you do the rest
(Outro)
Now you do the rest...
You do the rest...
(Bass and drum machine fade)
Inside the garden...
(Fades to silence)
About The Song
"Garden Walls" transforms a pressing current event—the revived lawsuit against Big Tech for designing psychologically addictive platforms—into a deeply personal metaphor. The song doesn't mention servers or code; instead, it frames this technological manipulation as a toxic, codependent relationship. The user is a willing captive, building a home ('I build my house...') inside a beautifully curated but ultimately artificial world ('...inside your garden walls'). The 'platform' is a master manipulator, feeding the user 'light in little curated pieces,' a direct nod to the dopamine hits of notifications and personalized content that slowly erode one's sense of self ('until my own authentic sun decreases').
The musical inspiration is drawn from the breezy, hypnotic funk-pop of artists like Sabrina Carpenter. We've hijacked the infectious, can't-get-it-out-of-your-head groove of a track like 'Espresso' to serve a darker purpose. The relentlessly danceable beat mirrors the addictive, endless-scroll loop of the technology itself. It feels good, it’s compelling, but the lyrics reveal you're dancing in a cage. This juxtaposition creates the core tension of the song, making the listener an active participant in the trap. The theme is about the commodification of human connection and the fight for agency ('I pulled the lever...') in a world designed to keep you comfortably numb.
Production Notes
Vocals: A breathy, close-mic'd lead vocal in the style of Caroline Polachek. It should feel intimate and almost conspiratorial, with a sense of detached coolness that contrasts the lyrical desperation. Mic: Neumann U87. Chain: Into a Neve 1073 preamp for color, then a light touch of an LA-2A compressor to smooth peaks without losing dynamics.
Instrumentation: The track is driven by a syncopated, melodic bassline (think Thundercat playing a funk riff). It should be the main rhythmic and harmonic engine. The drums are a clean, tight 808/909-style drum machine pattern. Shimmering synth pads and subtle arpeggios should float in the background, creating the 'garden wall' atmosphere.
Arrangement & Mix: Heavy use of sidechain compression is key. The kick drum should trigger a compressor on the bassline and the synth pads, creating a rhythmic 'pumping' that reinforces the hypnotic groove. The mix should feel tight and focused during verses and choruses. For the bridge ('And in the quiet, when the power dips...'), use mix automation to strip everything away except a dry vocal and a faint, distant pad. Then, widen the stereo field dramatically on 'I almost tasted what was real today' before collapsing it back into the tight groove for the final chorus, mimicking the brief moment of clarity being crushed by the return of the 'signal'.
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