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The Hard Re-Wiring
(Verse 1)
Used to get my comfort same-day delivery
You kept my sanity in your inventory
A single source for every little part of me
Plug-and-play, perfect interoperability
Your love was cheap and it was easy and the lines were always clear
Didn't have to think about where I'm gonna be next year
(Pre-Chorus)
Now I'm tracing all the labels back to the source
Plotting out a brand new, solitary course
This whole system's obsolete, a fragile house of cards
I'm hunting for the pieces in my own back yards
(Chorus)
This is the hard re-wiring, the one-man factory line
Learning to build with local parts and a heart that's foreign-mined
Yeah, the blueprints are all faded, the instructions are a lie
I’m wrestling with the new design, tryin' to keep supply
Yeah, this is the hard re-wiring, beneath a burned-out sky
Yeah, building on the fault line, trying to keep supply
(Verse 2)
The faucet's dripping out a beat I can't repair
I'm hoarding little moments of breathable air
The easy jokes we traded, can't find 'em anywhere
A shortage of the way you'd run your fingers through my hair
So I drink my coffee bitter, call it 'resilience chic'
While I’m soldering the circuits of the mess you left last week
(Pre-Chorus)
'Cause I'm tracing all the labels back to the source
Fighting through a brutal, solo tour de force
This whole network’s down, it's just a fragile house of cards
I’m rebuilding the defenses in my own back yards
(Chorus)
This is the hard re-wiring, the one-man factory line
Learning to build with local parts and a heart that's foreign-mined
Yeah, the blueprints are all faded, the instructions are a lie
I’m wrestling with the new design, tryin' to keep supply
Yeah, this is the hard re-wiring, beneath a burned-out sky
Yeah, building on the fault line, trying to keep supply
(Bridge)
They told me integration was the key, but the whole damn kingdom fell
Now I'm guarding every border of this private, handmade hell
I've slapped a tariff on the memories, put a tax on yesterday
'Cause dependency's a currency I am not prepared to pay... anymore.
(Chorus)
This is the hard re-wiring! The one-man factory line!
Learning to build with local parts and a heart that's foreign-mined!
The blueprints are all ashes, the instructions were a lie!
I’m fighting with this new design, just to keep supply!
Yeah, this is the hard re-wiring, beneath a burned-out sky!
Building on the fault line and I ain't gonna die!
(Outro)
(Over a driving bassline and clanking sounds)
My own two hands... on the fault line...
My own design... yeah...
This hard re-wire... one day at a time...
(Sound of a power tool whirring down and a single, heavy metallic clank)
About The Song
This track takes the geopolitical news of global supply chains being reconfigured for 'economic resilience' and transforms it into a powerful metaphor for personal rebuilding after a codependent relationship ends. The concept of 'friend-shoring' and dismantling decades of interconnectedness is mirrored in the narrator's painful journey toward self-sufficiency. Words like 'inventory,' 'local parts,' and 'factory line' are used to describe the deeply personal and unglamorous work of learning to be whole on your own again. Musically, it draws from the gritty, bass-driven retro-funk of artists like Tommy Richman, using a relentless rhythm to capture the feeling of a constant, exhausting struggle forward. It’s a song about survival, not sadness—an anthem for anyone who's had to rebuild their life from the studs out.
Production Notes
Genre: Retro-Funk / Indie Pop / Industrial
Tempo: 115 BPM
Instrumentation: The track is built on a relentless, slightly overdriven bassline (Fender P-Bass through a SansAmp pedal). Drums should be lo-fi and punchy, a mix of a 70s funk break and industrial percussion samples (clanks, sheet metal hits). A hazy, detuned Juno-style synth pad should float in the background, providing dissonant harmony.
Vocals: The performance is key. Verses should be delivered in a tight, rhythmic, almost-spoken style. The pre-chorus should build in intensity, leading into a raw, strained, and high-energy falsetto for the chorus, capturing a sense of desperate effort. The vocal chain should be a dynamic mic (Shure SM7B) into a vintage preamp (Neve 1073) with heavy compression to bring out the grit.
Mix: Keep it raw and centered. The bass and kick drum are the anchors. Vocals should sit right on top, intimate and aggressive. The industrial foley sounds should be automated to pop in and out, creating a sense of a chaotic, makeshift workshop. During the final chorus, automate a bit-crusher or distortion plugin on the main vocal bus to increase the feeling of breakdown and raw determination.
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