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Title: Hothouse Season
Artist: FenVian Child
Genre: Indie Folk / Dark Pop
(Verse 1)
You brought the plans, I brought the wire
We built a world on pure desire
Pulled a decade through a needle's eye
Beneath an artificial sky
Drew the maps to towns we'd never seen
Spun the future on a home-built machine
We ran the loom 'til the thread went taut
Faster than we ever thought
(Chorus)
We had a hothouse season, then the glass all cracked
A forever in a moment, you can't take it back
You called the frost down on the fields, a kill switch on the heat
Just a beautiful, perfect harvest, frozen on the vine, incomplete
(Verse 2)
I walk the halls of our design
Your coffee cup still smells of wine
Every book is open to the page
You locked our life inside a cage
Of fragile ice, a crystal stop
Heard the sound when the pressure dropped
Your winter coat's still on the chair
A silent testament to thin air
(Chorus)
We had a hothouse season, then the glass all cracked
A forever in a moment, you can't take it back
You called the frost down on the fields, a kill switch on the heat
Just a beautiful, perfect harvest, frozen on the vine, incomplete
(Bridge)
Did we move too fast, did we build too high?
Defy the seasons, ignore the sky?
Maybe this cold is the price you pay
For pulling tomorrow into today
A perfect picture, I can't erase
Trapped in time, locked in place
Was it a failure of the root or seed?
Or just the consequence of our speed?
(Chorus)
We had a hothouse season, then the glass all cracked
A forever in a moment, there's no going back
You called the frost down on the fields, a kill switch on the heat
Just a beautiful, perfect harvest, frozen on the vine, incomplete
(Outro)
The thermostat's at zero.
Your perfume's on the breeze.
The leaves on the floor are brittle,
perfectly preserved...
The flowers are still perfect.
And they'll never bloom.
About The Song
"Hothouse Season" uses two current events—the creation of a computational "time dilation" device allowing for accelerated simulations, and a freak "flash freeze" devastating crops before harvest—as a single, powerful metaphor for a modern romance. The song captures the feeling of a relationship that develops at an unnatural, compressed speed, building a whole future in a frantic moment. The "flash freeze" represents a sudden, clean, and devastating breakup. It’s not about a slow decay, but a brutal stop that preserves the relationship in a state of perfect, unfulfilled potential—making the grief sharper. The partner isn't a passive force; they are the agent who "called the frost down," reflecting the AAM protocol to frame emotional events with active agency. It's a song about mourning not just a person, but an entire accelerated future that was frozen just before it could be realized.
Production Notes
Vocals: The performance should be incredibly intimate and close-mic'd, capturing every breath and nuance. Think Billie Eilish's delivery with the raw, narrative honesty of Zach Bryan. The vocal chain should prioritize warmth and clarity: a Neumann TLM 102 condenser mic into a Neve 1073 preamp and light compression from a Tube-Tech CL 1B. During the chorus, add a distant, icy harmony, heavily processed with a crystalline reverb (Valhalla Shimmer).
Arrangement: The verses should be sparse and tense. A simple, fingerpicked acoustic guitar line (tuned down a half-step for moodiness) sits over a subtle, ticking clock sample that pans slowly from left to right, creating anxiety. The chorus erupts—not with loudness, but with cold density. A deep, muffled 808 sub-bass provides a slow, chilling heartbeat. Layer this with wide, detuned synth pads that sound like arctic wind (e.g., Arturia's Juno-6V with the chorus off). The bridge should strip back to just the vocal and a single, low piano note per chord change.
Mix Automation: The key is contrast. During verses, keep the mix dry and centered. On the first beat of the chorus, automate a wide, cavernous reverb to bloom across the synth pads and backing vocals, making the soundscape feel like it suddenly froze over. Automate the volume of the ticking clock to fade in the intros/outros and become almost subliminal under the verses.
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