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Don't Break My Kessler Chain
(Verse 1)
You draw a map across my hand, a constellation just for us
Painting futures on my skin, rebuilding all my trust
Down here the air is clear, can't see the danger up above
But I’m tracking silent satellites from a disconnected love
I chart a course around the wreckage, a disciplined routine
A million tiny failures from a forgotten launch machine
(Pre-Chorus)
And I feel your gravity starting to pull
My careful orbit's getting full
Yeah, you're getting close now, can you hear the sound?
Another burn-up on the way back down
(Chorus)
So please, don't break my Kessler Chain
One collision starts a downpour of acid rain
Don't smash the quiet that I've fought to gain
'Cause the shrapnel makes a cage and the sky won't be the same
Don't break my Kessler Chain
(Verse 2)
I catalogued the pieces of the final, bitter crash
That solar panel promise that you knew would never last
The paint fleck of a memory, the size of a regret
A tumbling, loose antenna from a word I can't forget
I trained myself to see them, the bolts of a goodbye
Held a funeral for atmospheres and every single lie
(Pre-Chorus)
And I feel your gravity starting to pull
My careful orbit's getting full
Yeah, you're getting close now, can you hear the sound?
Another burn-up on the way back down
(Chorus)
So please, don't break my Kessler Chain
One collision starts a downpour of acid rain
Don't smash the quiet that I've fought to gain
'Cause the shrapnel makes a cage and the sky won't be the same
Don't break my Kessler Chain
(Bridge)
Is there any way to de-orbit the hurt?
Sweep the fragments from the dirt?
I'm wrestling this chaos I inherited from you
Praying your new trajectory is honest and is true
'Cause one wrong move makes it permanent, a legacy of pain...
A self-destructing, cascading chain...
(Chorus)
So please, don't break my Kessler Chain
One collision starts a downpour of acid rain
Don't smash the quiet that I've fought to gain
'Cause the shrapnel makes a cage and the sky won't be the same
Don't break my Kessler Chain
(Outro)
The sky won't be the same...
...my Kessler Chain...
Don't add to the pain...
(Signal breaking up) ...chain...
About The Song
"Don't Break My Kessler Chain" transforms the pressing scientific issue of "space junk" into a deeply personal metaphor for emotional trauma and the fear of carrying it into new relationships. Inspired by news of the growing crisis in low-Earth orbit, where debris from past missions threatens new launches, the song envisions emotional baggage as a personal debris field. The "Kessler Syndrome" – a theory where one collision creates a cascade of more collisions, making orbit impassable – becomes the "Kessler Chain" of the heart. The protagonist is not passively sad; they are an active agent, constantly navigating, tracking, and managing the shrapnel of past hurts ("I chart a course around the wreckage"). It's a plea to a new partner to tread carefully, not because of weakness, but because the narrator has fought hard to manage a fragile peace in their own emotional space, and a new collision could make that space uninhabitable forever. It speaks to the human experience of wanting to trust again while being acutely aware of the wreckage left by others.
Production Notes
Genre: Alt-Pop / Electropop / Dark Pop
Instrumentation: A deep, pulsing sub-bass (like a Moog or a clean 808) should be the song's heartbeat. The drums should be tight and modern, with a crisp, slightly syncopated hi-hat pattern and a powerful, reverbed snare on the chorus. A lonely, arpeggiated synth line (think Juno-106) weaves through the verses, representing the orbiting debris. The chorus should explode with layered vocal harmonies and a subtle but powerful synth pad to widen the space.
Vocals: The verses should have a close-mic'd, almost conversational, rhythmic delivery, reminiscent of Tate McRae, conveying control and anxiety. Use a high-end condenser mic (like a Neumann U 87) with minimal processing to capture the intimacy. The pre-chorus vocal should build in intensity and gain a touch of delay. The chorus should be powerful, layered, and soaked in a medium hall reverb to create a sense of vast, open space. Apply subtle pitch correction for effect, not for perfection.
Mix Automation: Automate the reverb and delay throws, especially on the last word of each pre-chorus and bridge line, to make them feel like they're flying off into space. During the outro, use a filter sweep and a bit-crusher on the final vocal lines to simulate a breaking-up signal, reinforcing the theme of orbital decay and distance.
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