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These Cracks Don't Lie
(Music starts: A single, moody piano line, clean and reverberant, like early Olivia Rodrigo. Vocal is intimate and close-mic'd.)
(Verse 1)
I built my peace on a fault line, yeah
Thought I could live here for a while
Learned the language of denial
Polished stone I call a smile
For a decade, I held the tremor in my jaw
Became a master of the thaw, then the freeze, then the draw
Of a quiet curtain on it all
(Pre-Chorus)
(Drums enter with a simple, tense hi-hat pattern. A low, distorted bass synth pulses underneath. Tempo builds.)
But lately I feel a deeper kind of heat
Under the asphalt of my street
And every teacup rattles with a brand new beat
A secret coming up from underneath my feet
(Chorus)
(Explosion of sound: Driving drums, overdriven guitars, layered vocals. Anthemic and powerful.)
Oh, the surface tension’s got a limit and it’s finally giving in
This polite geology was just the thinnest skin
I can seal the windows, I can lie about the weather
But the foundation's breaking and it's putting it together
This pressure tells a story that I kept down deep inside
Nowhere left to run to, no reason left to hide
'Cause these cracks don't lie!
(Verse 2)
(Music pulls back slightly but maintains the forward drive. Vocal has more grit now.)
You ask me lately if I'm getting enough sleep
You say my promises are getting hard to keep
You don't see the way the air is getting thick
Or the rhythm of my pulse is growing way too quick
I'm just fighting gravity with paper and with thread
Managing the fury living in my head
Holding back a million tons of everything I never said
(Pre-Chorus)
(Build is faster this time. You can hear feedback creeping in at the edges of the guitar.)
And oh, I feel that different kind of heat
Splitting the asphalt of my street
And every floorboard buckles with a brand new beat
This old volcano's waking underneath my feet
(Chorus)
(Even bigger this time. More vocal harmony, cymbals crashing.)
Oh, the surface tension’s got a limit and it’s finally giving in
This polite geology was just the thinnest skin
I can seal the windows, I can lie about the weather
But the foundation's breaking and it's putting it together
This pressure tells a story that I kept down deep inside
Nowhere left to run to, no reason left to hide
'Cause these cracks don't lie!
(Bridge)
(All instruments drop out except for the pulsing bass synth and a lone, shimmering guitar chord. Vocal is raw and almost breaking.)
Let it shatter, let it break
For goodness sake, how much can one heart take?
I'm done pretending this mountain isn't real
I'm done describing all the tremors that I feel
So let it rearrange, let it change its shape
There is no escape from the brand new landscape
I'll stand in the fallout, breathing in the plume
Finally making room... finally making room...
(Outro)
(Full band slams back in, heavy and slow, like a half-time victory march. Vocal is shouted, cathartic.)
These cracks don't lie!
(It was always gonna blow!)
These cracks don't lie!
(Living on a slow-motion countdown!)
The cracks don't lie!
(Watch it go...)
They never did...
(Music abruptly cuts to the sound of distant rumbling and the faint hiss of steam, then silence.)
About The Song
“These Cracks Don't Lie” is a powerful anthem about the inevitability of suppressed emotions breaking through to the surface. It was sparked by the news of a long-dormant volcano showing signs of reawakening. This geological event serves as a potent metaphor for a person who has spent years containing a past trauma or a core part of their identity. The song charts the journey from quiet, tense control (“I built my peace on a fault line”) to the first warning signs (“every teacup rattles”) and the final, cathartic eruption of truth. It's about recognizing that some internal pressures are too immense to be contained forever and that the 'cracks' in our composure are not weaknesses, but honest signs of a deeper truth fighting for air. Musically, it channels the dynamic build of artists like Olivia Rodrigo—starting intimately before exploding into a full-force rock chorus—with the raw, confessional lyrical honesty found in Noah Kahan's work.
Production Notes
Vocals: The verses should be recorded with a condenser mic (like a Neumann U87) very close to the vocalist for a dry, intimate feel. The choruses demand a dynamic mic (Shure SM7B) to capture a powerful, belted performance without harshness. Layer the chorus vocals with at least two harmony tracks, panned wide. The bridge should feel vulnerable and raw; capture the sound of the voice breaking and don't tune it perfectly.
Instrumentation: The song's arrangement is built on dynamic contrast. The intro piano should be simple and melancholic. The entrance of the pulsing bass synth in the pre-chorus is key to building tension. Guitars should be a mix of a clean, arpeggiated Telecaster in the verses and heavily overdriven Les Pauls in the chorus for weight. The drums should go from a tense, clicking hi-hat pattern to a full, explosive rock beat (think Dave Grohl's power).
Mix: Use automation to create the dramatic shifts. The mix should feel small and contained in the verses, then explode in width and volume in the chorus. Push the guitars and drums forward in the chorus mix. In the final outro, after the last hit, use sound design to create the soundscape of a cooling volcanic field—rumble, steam, cracking rock—to fully realize the metaphor before fading to absolute silence.
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