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Title: Your Beat Was A Borrowed Thing
Artist: Fenvian Child
Genre: Indie Pop / Trip-Hop
(Verse 1)
Under the sterile white light of the promises you made
I cultured our love in the incubator shade
I gave you the cells, the essential parts of me
To build a little kingdom only you and I could see
Drew blueprints for a future on a fragile slide of glass
Convinced myself this kind of perfect thing was built to last.
(Pre-Chorus)
Then I saw the first twitch, a life I didn't start
A separate little pulse inside our fragile work of art
You were so proud of what you'd grown, so proud of the design
But you forgot the architect, you forgot what part was mine.
(Chorus)
And oh, it beats without me now, a frantic little drum
In this cold laboratory where my own heart has gone numb
I'm watching from a distance, tracing lines on the cold screen
'Cause your beat was a borrowed thing, a secondhand routine
Now this one's mine, this slow and steady pain
Learning to count my own damn pulse in the acid rain.
(Verse 2)
I trace the pattern on the monitor, a language I once knew
A rhythm I mistook for love, a rhythm I tied to you
You nourished it with carelessness, with your secondhand blood
And watched it grow beyond my reach, a cellular-level flood
I built a fortress in your name, held your ego in my hands
While you were learning how to thrive on independent strands.
(Pre-Chorus)
And I can see it clearly now, a life I didn't start
That separate little pulse you planted deep within my heart
You were so proud of your control, so proud of the machine
You turned me into just another part of the routine.
(Chorus)
And oh, it beats without me now, a frantic little drum
In this cold laboratory where my own heart has gone numb
I'm watching from a distance, tracing lines on the cold screen
'Cause your beat was a borrowed thing, a secondhand routine
Now this one's mine, this slow and steady pain
Learning to count my own damn pulse in the acid rain.
(Bridge)
Did you think I'd just dissolve?
A sample left there on a shelf?
Just stare into the void you made and blame my broken self?
No, I'm smashing all the vials, I'm shutting down the grid
I'm throwing open all the doors, for the life I finally rid
Of you.
(Chorus)
And god, it beats without you now, a fire in the drum
Escaping this cold laboratory, no longer feeling numb
I'm finished with the distance, I have shattered every screen
'Cause your beat was a borrowed thing, a secondhand routine
Yeah, this one's mine, this thunder and this pain
I finally found my own damn pulse in the cleansing rain!
(Outro)
One... two... three... four...
This one's mine.
This one is mine.
Not yours anymore...
About The Song
"Your Beat Was A Borrowed Thing" translates a scientific breakthrough—the creation of a functional 'mini-heart' from stem cells that beats autonomously—into a raw metaphor for escaping a codependent or toxic relationship. The 'mini-heart' symbolizes the shared identity ('us') created within the relationship, grown from the 'stem cells' of one person's sacrifices and personality. The song's protagonist, like a scientist observing their creation, watches in a mix of horror and wonder as this shared life takes on its own rhythm, independent and separate from them. It's about that terrifying, yet ultimately liberating moment of realization: the pulse you thought you shared was just a borrowed rhythm. The song follows the active struggle—mandated by the Active Agency Mandate—from passive observation in a sterile 'lab' to actively shattering the glass and reclaiming one's own, true heartbeat.
Production Notes
Concept: Lo-fi Trip-Hop meets emotionally charged Indie Pop. The song should feel like it's being observed through glass before shattering it entirely.
Vocals: Use a Neumann U47 or similar warm condenser, close-mic'd with minimal processing for the verses to create a sense of intimacy and claustrophobia. The vocal performance should be near-whispered, vulnerable, and full of raw texture. In the chorus and bridge, the vocal should be stacked with tight, powerful harmonies and driven with light saturation to convey rage and release.
Instrumentation: Verses are built around a degraded, warped piano loop and a sparse, deep 808 kick that feels more like a pressure change than a beat. The pre-chorus introduces a subtle, anxious hi-hat pattern and a filtered arpeggio. The Chorus should explode: A heavy, slowed-down breakbeat (think Portishead or Massive Attack), a snarling sub-bass, and distorted pads that pan wide. The bridge should strip back to just the aggressive vocal and a resonant filter sweep before the final chorus hits even harder.
Mix Automation: This is key. Verses should be mixed almost in mono, very centered and tight. As the pre-chorus builds, the stereo field widens slightly. The Chorus should feel massive and panoramic, with instruments and harmonies pushed to the sides. This dynamic shift from contained to explosive mirrors the lyrical journey of breaking free.
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