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Blue Sky Contempt
(Verse 1)
Funky, syncopated bassline kicks in, tight and dry
Six A.M., the window’s shinin' like a hostile eye
You're lookin' good today, I'll give you that, so sharp and clean
Another perfect picture of a day that's built on mean
I'm walkin' on this cracked porcelain ground
Pretendin' that I love the burnin' sound
The heat's got a rhythm, a relentless beat
While I negotiate with dust devils in the street
(Pre-Chorus)
(Music pulls back slightly, vocal goes into a strained, hopeful falsetto)
I remember when you'd cry just 'cause you felt like it
We'd dance in it for hours, never thought you'd quit
Now I look up and all I get's that empty, polished glare
Oh, you know I need it, and you know it isn't there
(Chorus)
(Full groove slams back in, bigger and bolder. Backing vocals add soulful “Oohs”)
It's this Blue Sky Contempt you keep on givin' me
Got that high-pressure smile for the whole world to see
You're beautiful and empty, a flawless tyranny
Yeah, this Blue Sky Contempt is breakin' me
(Post-Chorus)
It's killin' me softly with all this scenery
Oh, it’s killin’ me
(Verse 2)
I argue with the weather vane, it spins a pretty lie
Points to a maybe, underneath a killer sky
You bleed the riverbeds and call it tough love, what a line
You show the sun-bleached bones of the lawn and say that it’s a sign
A sign that I should be much stronger now
To just survive your cruelty somehow
But this kind of perfect is a violence, you see
And it takes a bigger person to just let it rain on me
(Pre-Chorus)
(Vocal more desperate, pushing the falsetto to its edge)
I check the charts, the long-range tragicomedy
They say you might show mercy in a week, or maybe three
Now I'm down here bargainin' with what I used to own
I gave you everything, and you left me with this loan
(Chorus)
(Bigger, more impassioned, ad-libs start to fly)
It's this Blue Sky Contempt you keep on givin' me! (Givin' me!)
Got that high-pressure smile for the whole damn world to see
You're beautiful and empty, a flawless tyranny (Oh, so flawless!)
Yeah, this Blue Sky Contempt is breakin' me
(Bridge)
(Music strips down to just a pulsing synth pad, the kick drum, and a reverb-heavy vocal)
They say, "Just wait it out, it’s just a phase, it’s bound to turn"
But every perfect sunrise is a harder lesson learned
This thirst isn't a weakness, it's the proof that I'm alive
And I’m wearin’ this longin’ just to prove I can survive
I’m dancing on the damage that you did... oh god, I am.
(Guitar Solo / Breakdown)
(Funky guitar with a wah pedal takes over, playing a solo that sounds like it’s arguing with the bassline. It's soulful and melodic but full of jagged, angry phrases. It fights for space, then yields.)
(Chorus)
(Vocals come back with pure, raw power. No falsetto, all chest voice.)
It's your Blue Sky Contempt you keep on givin' me!
Got that high-pressure smile for the whole world to see!
You're beautiful and empty, a flawless TYRANNY!
This Blue Sky Contempt is what made me!
(Outro)
(Music slowly breaks down, element by element, leaving just the dry kick and the bass)
It made me…
Yeah, the heat’s got a rhythm…
But the rain’s got no memory…
No memory for me...
(Bassline hits one last note and cuts abruptly.)
About The Song
"Blue Sky Contempt" transforms the harrowing reality of a severe agricultural drought into a raw, personal metaphor for being trapped in a toxic relationship. The song's emotional core is borrowed from the soulful desperation found in Teddy Swims' work, while its musical chassis—a relentless, almost cruelly upbeat nu-funk groove—is inspired by the slick, inescapable rhythm of tracks like Sabrina Carpenter's "Espresso." The central idea is the painful irony of a clear, beautiful, sunny day that feels not like a blessing, but a punishment. The sky becomes a withholding, gaslighting partner who offers a facade of perfection while denying the essential thing needed to survive: rain, or in the metaphor, love and emotional vulnerability. It’s about the active struggle to endure this perfect-looking cruelty, and the weird, defiant dance of survival on cracked ground.
Production Notes
Genre: Nu-Funk / Soul Pop
Vocal Chain: A Neumann U87 for warmth and clarity. Run it through a vintage Neve 1073 preamp for character and a Tube-Tech CL 1B compressor with a medium attack to let transients pop while controlling the dynamics. Vocals should be dry and intimate in the verses, but with a spacious plate reverb blended in for the pre-chorus falsetto and chorus.
Arrangement: The song lives and dies by the bassline. It needs to be played by a real bassist on a 70s Fender P-Bass for that authentic thump—tight, in the pocket, and slightly ahead of the beat. The kick drum is a simple, dry four-on-the-floor, acting as a metronome for the oppressive heat. Real horns in the chorus would elevate it, but high-quality samples will work if layered. The guitar should be clean and choppy in the verses, almost percussive, saving the soulful wah solo for the bridge release.
Mix Automation: Automate the reverb and delay throws to accentuate the lyrical desperation, especially on the ends of phrases in the pre-chorus. Pan the backing vocals wide in the chorus to create a wall of sound. During the bridge, automate a filter to sweep out the high and low frequencies, creating a muffled, underwater feeling before it all opens up for the final chorus.
Performance: The vocalist must channel defiant desperation. The verses are conversational, almost muttered with resentment. The pre-chorus must be a true, strained falsetto, conveying a sense of yearning and cracking under pressure. The final chorus should be a cathartic belt, trading the fragility for raw, righteous anger.
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