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(Verse 1)
Sunrise spills across the floorboards, eight AM sharp
Used to have a standing order for the architecture of my heart
It was a simple logistics chain, you know, nothing profound
Now I'm tracing the outline where your coffee cup stained the ground
I’m just performing my due diligence, I'm auditing the quiet
Building a case against the stillness, trying to deny it.
(Pre-Chorus)
Flickering connection, that’s my operating theory
Your signal’s intermittent, but it used to be so near me
I scroll a thousand conversations, an import from the past
Looking for the tariff on a love you said would last.
(Chorus)
There’s bare shelves in my kitchen, a real peculiar ache
'Cause every missing item has your unforgettable shape
Got that 24/7 craving, my own hands I’m betraying
‘Cause you engineered a phantom shortage of your name
Yeah, you engineered a phantom shortage, it's a cold and bloodless game.
(Verse 2)
I’m walking down the aisles of last July after dark
Remember when you called our bodies a sustainable market?
Now I’m checking labels on the emptiness, searching for the brand
Of the specific kind of silence you left here on the land
Was it a geopolitical shift? A sudden, steep decline?
Or just a memo I missed about the new end of the line?
(Pre-Chorus)
Flickering connection, that’s my operating theory
Your signal’s intermittent, but it used to be so near me
I scroll a thousand conversations, an import from the past
Looking for the tariff on a love you said would last.
(Chorus)
There’s bare shelves in my kitchen, a real peculiar ache
'Cause every missing item has your unforgettable shape
Got that 24/7 craving, my own hands I’m betraying
‘Cause you engineered a phantom shortage of your name
Yeah, you engineered a phantom shortage, it's a cold and bloodless game.
(Bridge)
You didn’t stage a protest, you didn’t start a war
You just ceased all new shipments, you don't deliver anymore
And I’m the sole consumer with a need I can't fulfill
Wrestling this embargo that you imposed by standing still.
(Outro)
No stock... no notice... no you...
No stock... no reason... no truth...
Phantom shortage...
I keep checking...
(Bass and drum fade, leaving a single, dry guitar pluck).
About The Song
This song translates the systemic anxiety of supply chain fragility into the deeply personal horror of being ghosted. Inspired by news of 'phantom shortages' where goods vanish from shelves without explanation, the track recasts a romantic partner as a vital, daily resource. When they suddenly withdraw communication and affection, it’s not just a breakup; it’s a 'phantom shortage.' The protagonist isn’t just sad; they are an active agent trying to understand the logistics of their heartbreak, auditing the silence and investigating the 'embargo' on love. The musical style—a breezy, groovy lounge-pop—creates a stark contrast, mirroring the mask of nonchalance people wear while their inner world is destabilized by an absence they cannot explain.
Production Notes
Vocals: Dry, intimate, and conversational, almost like a wry internal monologue spoken over the groove. Use a Neumann U87 or similar condenser, close-mic'd with minimal reverb. During the chorus, layer with airy, slightly-off-pitch doubles to enhance the feeling of anxious unraveling. The delivery must carry a sense of feigned coolness hiding a frantic core.
Arrangement: Built around a hypnotic, funky bassline (think Thundercat meets Parcels) and a tight, in-the-pocket drum groove with a snappy snare. Clean, staccato 16th-note guitar work should provide the harmonic color, panned left and right. A vintage Rhodes-style electric piano adds texture with sparse, deliberate chords. The arrangement must feel spacious to let the vocal narrative breathe.
Mix Automation: The mix should start clean and pristine. As the song progresses, introduce subtle signs of decay. In the second verse, automate a very slight, slow phaser onto the Rhodes. During the bridge, introduce a nearly imperceptible tape-delay-throw on the last word of each vocal line. The final outro should have the bass and drums abruptly gated and muted, leaving a single, stark guitar pluck in an empty sonic space to signify the finality of the shortage.
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