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The New Charts Don't Lie
(Verse 1)
The well-worn shipping lanes are closed tonight
Got the message in the pre-dawn, sub-aquatic light
Just a tremor, then the data, undeniable and stark
I folded up the maps we used to use to navigate the dark
They promised us a passage, easy and direct
But a new range is rising from the promises we wrecked
(Pre-Chorus)
And I'm fighting the inertia, the comfort of the coast
Fighting off the person that I know I loved the most
It’s a preventative measure, a catastrophic cost
I’m running calculations on everything we lost
(Chorus)
All my ships are turning, leaving this degree
Found a volcanic fault line running right under you and me
So I'm redrawing all the borders in my head
Because the new charts don't lie, and they're screaming that we're dead
So let the harbors wonder where I am
The fleet is rerouted, darling, god damn
(Verse 2)
The crew is asking questions, they don't understand the move
They only feel the shift, the unfamiliar groove
Of a colder current, a sky without a name
I’m unloading all the cargo I carried in your name
Every fragile memory, every future that we planned
Is dead weight on this journey to an un-promised land
(Pre-Chorus)
And I'm fighting the inertia, the pull of yesterday
I'm turning off the radios, I've got nothing left to say
It's a logistical nightmare, my compass spinning wild
To save the lonely future of my inner fenvian child
(Chorus)
All my ships are turning, leaving this degree
Found a volcanic fault line running right under you and me
So I'm redrawing all the borders in my head
Because the new charts don't lie, and they're screaming that we're dead
So let the harbors wonder where I am
The fleet is rerouted, darling, god damn
(Bridge)
And out here on the water, the silence is a roar
I’m not the ship you launched from your familiar shore
I'm navigating by a colder star, this wasn't in the plan
Building a new safe harbor, far away as I can stand
(Outro)
So far away...
No, the new charts don't lie
Let the engines grind a new goodbye...
The new charts don't lie
(Sound of a low engine pulse fades)
About The Song
"The New Charts Don't Lie" transforms a global news event—a shipping conglomerate forced to reroute its entire fleet to avoid a newly discovered, unstable volcanic ridge—into a deeply personal metaphor. It's about the harrowing, logistical act of leaving a relationship. The "unstable ridge" is the sudden, undeniable realization that the very foundation of a partnership is fatally flawed. The protagonist isn't just heartbroken; they are now the captain of their own life, forced by new, painful data (the "new charts") to undertake a massive, lonely rerouting of their entire future to avoid catastrophic emotional damage. The song captures the feeling that a breakup is not just an ending, but a complex, proactive mission of self-preservation, heavily influenced by the introspective-to-explosive dynamics of artists like Billie Eilish and Chappell Roan.
Production Notes
Concept: A sonic journey from deep-sea discovery to open-ocean defiance.
Vocals: The verses demand an intimate, close-mic performance (Neumann U 87/TLM 102), almost a confidential whisper, full of vulnerability and dread. Minimal processing, let the breath be an instrument. The pre-chorus should build in intensity and layers, leading to the chorus, which must be a powerful, belted declaration with tight, stacked harmonies to create a 'fleet' of voices. Think Chappell Roan's theatrical flair. The bridge returns to intimacy, but with resolve, not fear.
Instrumentation: The song begins with a single, recurring low-frequency synth pulse (like sonar pinging the fault line). Verse 1 is just this pulse, a subtle Rhodes-style keyboard, and vocals. The pre-chorus introduces a tense, arpeggiated synth and a rising string pad. The chorus explodes with a distorted 808 bass, a heavy backbeat drum pattern, and a wall of cinematic, wide strings and synth layers. The bridge strips it all back to a lone, ethereal pad and a distant piano melody before the final chorus hits even harder.
Mix/Automation: Critical automation. Verses should feel claustrophobic and mono-centric. Use automation to slowly widen the stereo field during the pre-chorus. The chorus should be a massive, immersive stereo image. Reverbs should go from a tight, small room sound in the verses to a massive hall/plate on the chorus vocals to emphasize the scale shift from internal thought to external action.
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