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Artist: Fenvian Child (Apple, Spotify, YouTube Music, Amazon, Deezer, Tidal..
The Great Patch
(Intro - Atmospheric pads, sound of distant waves mixed with digital static, a single, deep synth pulse like sonar)
Blue light on the screen, another headline flashes
System Three is draggin' *ghosts* from all your past crashes
They say it's progress, a victory lap they're running
I just feel the weight of all the mess that's still coming
I seal the hatches on my sanity for the night dive
Wrestle with the nets to keep a single hope alive.
(Pre-Chorus)
Out here in the pacific of my own damn head
Trying to un-say every toxic thing you said
Every bottle-cap promise, every plastic-bag lie
Building an island of hurt against the sky.
(Chorus)
Ten thousand tons of your sorry
I pull 'em up just to find more
I'm working the Great Patch you left in me
A coastline I don't recognize anymore
This ain't a rescue mission, it's a war
Dredging the floor of the great patch you left in me.
(Verse 2)
They got their charts and graphs, the metrics of removal
I've just got this engine screaming its disapproval
Each day I map the currents of your careless wreckage
Then build a stronger wall to stand against the message
That this is permanent, this endless floating graveyard
I hold the helm against the pull that drags me backward.
(Pre-Chorus)
Out here in the pacific of my own damn mind
Trying to leave your particles and poisons behind
Every micro-aggression, every chemical tear
Adds another layer to the poison in the atmosphere.
(Chorus)
Ten thousand tons of your sorry
I pull 'em up just to find more
I'm working the Great Patch you left in me
A coastline I don't recognize anymore
This ain't a rescue mission, it's a war
Dredging the floor of the great patch you left in me.
(Bridge)
And for a second, the water's clear
I see the bottom, I conquer the fear
Just one clear patch of ocean, a fragile truce I've won
Then the tide turns, and brings the damage you had done
A moment of sunlight on my own two hands
Before I get back to clearing out these broken lands.
(Chorus - More intense, vocals more strained and layered, drums hitting harder)
Ten thousand tons of your sorry!
I pull 'em up just to find more!
I'm working the Great Patch you left in me!
A coastline I don't recognize anymore!
This ain't a rescue mission, it's a war!
Dredging the floor of the great patch you left in me!
(Outro - Beat deconstructs, leaving just the sonar pulse, the atmospheric pad, and a final, distorted vocal)
Just one... piece... at a... time...
(Sound of digital static fades to the sound of a single, clean wave hitting a shore)
About The Song
“The Great Patch” transforms a current news item—the monumental effort to clean the Great Pacific Garbage Patch—into a powerful metaphor for psychological healing. The song captures the overwhelming and often thankless task of clearing out the emotional debris and trauma left behind by a toxic relationship or damaging past. The 'Great Patch' is the accumulated hurt in one's soul, and the act of 'cleaning' is the grueling, active process of self-repair. The small victories, like a record amount of plastic being removed from the ocean, are mirrored in the bridge's moment of clarity, which is fleeting but essential. Musically, the song draws from the dark, atmospheric synthpop and industrial textures of artists like The Weeknd and 070 Shake, using a driving, trap-influenced beat to represent the relentless nature of the fight. The use of the word *ghosts* is deliberate, as it represents the intangible, haunting nature of past words and actions that pollute the present, making them a core part of the 'debris' being cleaned up.
Production Notes
Concept: A vast, lonely, industrial soundscape reflecting the scale of an internal, emotional ocean.
Vocals: The lead vocal should be recorded with a condenser mic like a Neumann U 87 for warmth and clarity, but processed with significant reverb (Valhalla VintageVerb 'Concert Hall' preset) and a subtle, drifting slap-back delay. The doubles and harmony layers in the chorus should be wider in the stereo field and slightly more distorted (using a plugin like Soundtoys Decapitator) to add grit and desperation. Performance should embody the Active Agency Mandate: it's not sad, it's exhausted but determined.
Instrumentation: The foundation is a heavy, distorted 808 bass synth, which should be side-chained to the kick for maximum impact. The primary synth melody is a lonely, detuned arpeggio from a virtual analog synth (like Arturia's Prophet-5 V). Atmospheric pads should be wide and evolving (Spectrasonics Omnisphere). The drums are a hybrid of a LinnDrum-style clap and modern, syncopated trap hi-hats (a rhythmic hook) that pan erratically during the pre-chorus to build tension.
Arrangement & Mix: Keep the verses sparse to emphasize the lyrical weight. The pre-chorus should build tension with rising pads and accelerating hi-hats. The chorus needs to explode, with the 808 and all vocal layers hitting at once. Use automation to push the reverb and delay sends higher in the choruses and bridge to create a sense of being overwhelmed. The outro deconstructs the beat element by element, leaving the listener with the core atmospheric elements before fading into a single, clean sound of hope—a natural wave.
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