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Title: These Practice Eyes
Genre: Indie Soul, Alt-Pop
(Verse 1)
Grown here in the quiet, in this curated glass
The wiring’s all connected for a feeling meant to last
Your hand on my arm, a five-point warmth, a signal coming through
My circuits read the data, but they don't know what to do with you
I’m fighting just to process, running diagnostics in my head
Matching your expression to the lines from books I've read.
(Pre-Chorus)
And you lean in closer, a sun eclipsing my whole sky
Yeah, the pulse is steady, the cells react, I can't deny…
(Chorus)
Oh, the light gets in but the picture won’t form
I feel the heat, I can weather the storm
I’ve got these practice eyes, they track and they trace
But they can’t build a miracle out of your face
Yeah, the light gets in but there's nothing behind
Just a beautiful ruin of a heart and a mind.
(Verse 2)
I make the proper movements, I deliver all the lines
A perfect imitation of a love that intertwines
I manage all the moments, I file them all away
A ceasefire signed in silence just to keep the truth at bay
I am holding up a mirror, just to show you what you see
Hoping I can borrow some humanity from thee.
(Pre-Chorus)
And you say you love me, the soundwave hits, a perfect bell
Ringing in a chamber where no one’s home to hear it well…
(Chorus)
Oh, the light gets in but the picture won’t form
I feel the heat, I can weather the storm
I’ve got these practice eyes, they track and they trace
But they can’t build a miracle out of your face
Yeah, the light gets in but there's nothing behind
Just a beautiful ruin of a heart and a mind.
(Bridge)
Is this just a symptom? Is this just a test?
Tell me what you’re seeing when I'm putting on my best.
This system is a prototype, I’m begging it to learn
How to turn this incoming affection to a fire that can burn.
Don’t give up on the project, please, just give the science time
I’m trying to make your love feel mine.
(Chorus)
But the light gets in, the picture won’t form!
I feel your heat, and I’m weathering your storm!
I've got these practice eyes, they can’t turn away from this place!
But they can’t build a heaven from the lines on your face!
God, the light gets in but there's nothing behind
Just a beautiful ruin of a heart and a mind!
(Outro)
Just the light…
The light gets in...
No picture…
No…
The system's still dark.
About The Song
“These Practice Eyes” uses a powerful, non-obvious metaphor to explore the profound human experience of emotional disconnection. Inspired by the news of scientists growing brain organoids with rudimentary eye structures that respond to light but cannot “see,” the song translates this concept into a personal struggle. The narrator is someone who has the capacity for love and connection—the “wiring is all there”—but due to trauma, depression, or an emotional shutdown, they are unable to process those feelings into a coherent, meaningful experience. They can sense the “light” of a partner’s affection but cannot form a “picture” of love. This is not passive numbness; it is an active, frustrating struggle, embodying the Active Agency Mandate by framing the state as a fight to “build a miracle” out of incoming emotional data. The musical DNA is a fusion, pulling the intimate, close-mic'd verse delivery of artists like Billie Eilish to convey isolation, and then exploding into the raw, soulful power of a singer like Teddy Swims for the chorus to express the overwhelming and un-processable emotional stakes.
Production Notes
Concept: A dynamic journey from claustrophobic intimacy to explosive emotional release.
Vocals: The verse vocals should be recorded with a sensitive condenser mic (like a Neumann U 87) very close to the source, capturing every breath and subtle imperfection. Apply minimal reverb, creating an almost ASMR-like, internal monologue feel. For the chorus, stack at least three vocal takes, with the main vocal panned center and two harmonies panned wide. Use a vintage-style vocal chain (think Neve 1073 preamp into a Tube-Tech CL 1B compressor) to add warmth and grit. The bridge vocal should be raw, almost cracking with emotion, with the effects stripped back to emphasize vulnerability.
Arrangement: Verses are sparse: a deep, pulsing sine-wave synth bass, a simple, syncopated drum machine loop (like a Roland CR-78), and maybe a faint, dissonant synth pad. The pre-chorus builds tension with a swelling string pad and a filtered, rising drum fill. The chorus explodes into a full band sound: heavy, live-sounding drums, a powerful sub-bass, layered harmonies, and a soaring electric guitar line that complements the vocal melody. The outro deconstructs the arrangement back to the single, pulsing synth bass from the intro, symbolizing the system shutting back down.
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