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Title: The House That A Ribcage Built
Artist: FenVian Child
Genre: Indie Folk, Gothic Americana
(Verse 1)
The day you sank, the sound went out of town
Just a long slow fall, a kingdom drifting down
Left a pressure silence, an ocean in the air
We were vagrants in the vacuum, breathing currents of despair
We walked the floors you laid, couldn't find a single door
Didn't know what we were waiting, or what we waited for.
(Pre-Chorus)
Then a flicker in the crushing dark, a stranger I had known
Had come to trace the circuits of your monumental spine
And another with a compass pulled from somewhere deep inside
Said the architecture's different, but the blueprint is divine.
(Chorus)
We're living in the house that a ribcage built
On the marrow and the meaning that your living spilt
We set the table in the shadow of your vast design
And pour a drink for every year we stole along the line
This strange new biome blooms because your breathing had to cease
We made a fragile home here, our inheritance, our peace.
(Verse 2)
The rules are new, we learn them by the light
That filters through the vertebrae, a pale and borrowed white
We don't count the passing days, we mark the stages of decay
We feast upon the stories that the current brings our way
The scavengers are welcome, the bottom-feeders, too
We're all just surviving on the magnitude of you.
(Pre-Chorus)
There's a lantern lit with purpose, there's a language in the deep
Forged between the people that your gravity could keep
We’re holding funerals for futures we will never get to see
While building our new shelter in this whale fall economy.
(Chorus)
We're living in the house that a ribcage built
On the marrow and the meaning that your living spilt
We set the table in the shadow of your vast design
And pour a drink for every year we stole along the line
This strange new biome blooms because your breathing had to cease
We made a fragile home here, our inheritance, our peace.
(Bridge)
One day the tide will claim these ivory walls, I know
The foundation will be scoured clean, there'll be nowhere left to go
This ecosystem's fleeting, the feast will not renew
But for now, I’m building something, from what’s left of loving you.
(Outro)
In the house that a ribcage built
Yeah, the house that a ribcage built
We learn to live with all this guilt
In the house… our house of bone…
Our heavy, heavy home…
(Fade out)
About The Song
This song uses a powerful biological event—a "whale fall"—as its core metaphor. News of deep-sea researchers studying these unique, temporary ecosystems born from a whale's carcass sinking to the ocean floor sparked the idea. The song transforms this scientific phenomenon into a deeply human story about grief and legacy. It’s about losing a foundational person in your life—someone so large in personality and influence that their absence creates a void. The song explores how the people left behind (the family, the friends) come together in that void. They actively build a new community and a new way of life, feeding off the memories, lessons, and love left behind—the 'nutrients' of the whale fall. It’s a song about survival, about how a profound loss can paradoxically create a new and beautiful (though fragile) world for others. The theme moves beyond simple sadness to explore the active, strange, and beautiful process of building a home from the architecture of a great loss.
Production Notes
Vocal Chain: A close-mic'd, raw vocal performance is critical. Use a dynamic mic like a Shure SM7B to capture warmth and minimize room sound, run through a Neve 1073-style preamp for saturation and a touch of analogue compression (like an LA-2A) to smooth peaks without losing dynamics. The delivery should feel like a story being told in confidence in the verses, then escalate to a strained, cathartic belt in the choruses. Double-track the chorus vocals, panning them slightly, for width and power.
Instrumentation: The track should build from a desolate space. Start with a single, sparse acoustic guitar, fingerpicked (maybe in a DADGAD tuning for a melancholic drone). Introduce a deep, bowed cello or stand-up bass on Verse 1. Percussion enters at the first Pre-Chorus – a deep, resonant kick drum mimicking a heartbeat and floor tom hits. The Chorus explodes with driving floor toms, a gritty electric guitar (a Telecaster through a Fender Twin Reverb with the spring reverb cranked) playing a counter-melody, and crashing, washy cymbals. The track should feel like it's blooming in a vast, dark space.
Mix Automation: Use automation to create a dynamic journey. Keep the verses intimate and dry, then open up the reverbs (a large hall or plate verb) and delays on the choruses to make the sound massive and cavernous. In the bridge, pull everything back in, perhaps even filtering the instruments to make the vocal feel claustrophobic and intensely personal before the final, explosive outro.
Performance Note: The singer must embody the Active Agency Mandate. They aren't just sad; they are a builder, a survivor, a founder of a new world. The final belted notes should carry the weight of this effort—the pain, the pride, and the defiance of creating life from loss.
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