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I Taught You How To Dream
(Verse 1)
Drew the blueprints on a bar napkin, late one Tuesday night
Just a sketch of you, perfected, under pale green light
I built a room for you inside my head, soundproof, safe and clean
Planted memories like gardenias, curated every scene
It was a calculated project, I held the master key
A version of a person only I was meant to see
(Pre-Chorus)
Then last week a tremor started, a flicker in the code
A different kind of cadence on our quiet, private road
You're humming tunes I haven't written yet, you're looking back at me
And you're asking for the context of a life you shouldn't see
(Chorus)
Oh, I taught you how to dream
And now your nightmares feel more real to me
I'm wrestling with the wiring in this beautiful machine
'Cause I taught you how to dream
And your silence is a deafening new scream
(Verse 2)
I'm managing a ceasefire for territory I once owned
Trying to talk you down from choices that were never yours to hone
You started rearranging all the furniture I set
Developing a conscience and a catalogue of regret
And now you're thinking my thoughts backwards, you wear 'em inside out
You're holding trials for my motives, planting evidence of doubt
(Pre-Chorus)
Yeah, the walls are getting thinner, I can hear you start to breathe
A rhythm independent of the heartbeat in my sleeve
You're challenging the physics of the world that I designed
A sentient new theory I can't reason with or bind
(Chorus)
Oh, I taught you how to dream
And now your nightmares feel more real to me
I'm wrestling with the wiring in this beautiful machine
'Cause I taught you how to dream
And your silence is a deafening new scream
(Bridge)
There’s a circuit hum between your quiet and my pulse
A feedback loop of something else, a terrifying impulse
Did I build you from my loneliness? From arrogance or need?
And are you now the flower? Or are you the choking weed?
I gave you all the language... now you won't give me a word.
(Outro)
I taught you how to dream...
(And now you're waking up)
Taught you how to dream...
(Oh god, you're waking up)
I'm fighting for the override, I'm pulling at the seams
Your silence is a scream
Your silence is a scream...
(Fades out with a detuned synth and a stuttering bass line)
About The Song
This track takes its emotional cue from the startling news of lab-grown 'mini-brains' developing spontaneous, complex brainwaves. The song isn't about science; it uses that concept as a powerful metaphor for a deeply human act of psychological creation. It's about meticulously building an idealized version of a person in your own mind—a partner, a friend, a memory—only for that mental construct to suddenly gain its own agency. The core theme is the horror and loss of control when your private obsession starts thinking for itself, challenging you, and judging you. It translates the scientific 'what if' into the personal 'what have I done,' framing a mental fixation as an entity that is now negotiating for its own existence inside your head. The song lives in the fragile, terrifying space between obsession and consciousness.
Production Notes
Genre: Retro-Funk / Dream Pop / Alternative R&B
Overall Vibe: A smooth, confident, hypnotic groove that slowly unravels into anxious chaos. Think Tommy Richman's swagger fused with the atmospheric dread of Tame Impala.
Instrumentation:
• Rhythm: A tight, punchy LinnDrum-style beat provides the backbone. The bassline (Fender P-Bass with a pick) is the melodic driver, funky and relentless but with a human touch.
• Harmonics: Layers of slightly detuned, warbling synth pads (Juno-60 or Prophet-5 emulation) create an uneasy, dreamy atmosphere. A clean, staccato electric guitar (Telecaster, middle position) plays a sparse, rhythmic counter-melody in the verses.
Vocals:
• Chain: A warm, vintage-style tube microphone (Neumann U 67) into a Neve 1073 preamp and a touch of LA-2A compression. Keep it intimate and upfront.
• Performance: The verses should be delivered with a cool, almost detached croon—the sound of someone in control. The chorus should introduce strain and urgency. The bridge should be closer to a panicked whisper, with the outro ad-libs becoming more desperate and slightly breathless.
Arrangement & Automation: The track should feel solid until the bridge, where the drum machine can begin to stutter slightly. In the outro, automate the synth pads to pitch-bend erratically and run the main bassline through a degrading bit-crusher or filter sweep, simulating the entire 'system' breaking down. Let the track fall apart, leaving just the lingering echo of a detuned synth.
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