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Burning Fuel To Stand Still
(Verse 1)
Another Tuesday on the water, engine running low
Red lights blinking down the channel, nowhere left to go
Your silence is the shipping forecast, promising a frost
I’m plotting courses we can’t follow, counting up the cost
Still lashing down the same old baggage we both swore we’d shed
Maneuvering around the words we never really said
(Pre-Chorus)
You keep stacking reasons on the dock, a wall I can't break through
Over-leveraged, under-loved, and overdue
The currents of avoidance pull us out against the tide
Another holding pattern where we just pretend we tried
(Chorus)
And we're burning fuel just to stand still
A high-cost, low-yield kind of thrill
Anchored down by the amber of your will
Oh, we're burning fuel just to stand still
(Verse 2)
Our history is in the cargo hold, a heavy, sinking weight
Stories getting water-damaged, sealed by stubborn fate
I rearrange the boxes just to feel a little sane
While you just polish all the brass and wait for acidic rain
They say the port will clear up someday, maybe by the fall
But you're not listening for my signal, I'm not answering your call
(Pre-Chorus)
You keep stacking reasons on the dock, a wall I can't break through
Over-leveraged, under-loved, and overdue
The currents of avoidance pull us out against the tide
Another holding pattern where we just pretend we tried
(Chorus)
And we're burning fuel just to stand still
A high-cost, low-yield kind of thrill
Anchored down by the amber of your will
Oh, we're burning fuel just to stand still
(Bridge)
Send up a flare, or cut the line, I really just don't care
Let this whole thing drift aground, just take us anywhere
'Cause this stagnant harbor's not a shelter, it’s a beautifully lit grave
I am wrestling this inertia, fighting just to not be brave
(Chorus)
'Cause we’re burning fuel just to stand still
A high-cost, low-yield kind of thrill
Anchored down by the poison of your will
Yeah, we’re burning fuel just to stand still
(Outro)
Just to stand still...
Yeah, we’re burning fuel...
Red lights blinking...
Just to stand still.
About The Song
This song translates the systemic frustration of global supply chain congestion and port gridlock into a deeply personal metaphor for a relationship that is stuck. It's about that specific, agonizing feeling where moving forward is impossible, but so is breaking away. The relationship isn't over, it's just 'in port' — consuming energy, time, and emotional resources without any actual progress. This aligns with the 'Active Agency Mandate,' reframing a passive state of 'being stuck' into the exhausting *action* of 'burning fuel to stand still.' The protagonists are not just waiting; they are actively managing their own inertia, plotting impossible courses and rearranging old baggage. It’s a song for anyone who has felt the immense drain of a stalemate, pouring everything they have into simply not drifting backward.
Production Notes
Genre: Synth-Pop / Indie Rock
Vibe: Driving, melancholic, expansive but claustrophobic.
Instrumentation: The track should be built on a persistent, tight 808 kick and snare pattern with a pulsing, syncopated Moog-style bassline that acts as the core rhythmic hook. The verses feature a lonely, shimmering synth pad (like a Roland Juno-60) and a clean, delayed electric guitar playing sparse, repeating notes. The pre-chorus should build with rising arpeggiated synths and added layers of percussion. The chorus needs to explode in width: wide, stacked vocal harmonies, a wall of saw-wave synths, and crashing live cymbals.
Vocals: The lead vocal should be recorded with a Neumann U 87 for clarity and warmth. Verses should be delivered in a close-mic'd, almost conversational tone, slightly compressed with an LA-2A. Chorus vocals need to be powerful and layered, with the lead doubled and panned slightly. The bridge vocal must be raw and desperate, pushing into slight natural overdrive. Automate delay throws on words like "still" and "will" to create a sense of cavernous space.
Mix: Keep the verses tight and centered. Use mix automation to drastically widen the stereo field in the chorus. The bass must remain centered and powerful throughout, acting as the 'engine.' The final outro should slowly filter out the high-end, leaving only the bass pulse and the fading vocal, mimicking an engine sputtering out.
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