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Title: Phantom Inventory Love
(Verse 1)
Sunrise hits the window, California cool
Got my coffee, black dress, playin' by the rules
You're across the table, reading off your phone
Yeah, you're in my postcode, but I've never felt so alone
The manifest said "delivered," signed for it last week
But I search your eyes for somethin' and I only hear you speak... 'bout nothin'
(Pre-Chorus)
And I keep paying all these high-priority fees
For a front-row seat to your apologies
Yeah, I'm fightin' through the backlog, trying to make it through
But every single shipment's delayed when it comes to you
(Chorus)
'Cause baby, we're just phantom inventory love
Itemized on paper but we're nothing I can touch
You're stuck out on the ocean, in some other harbor's haze
You're the future that I ordered, lost in transit for days and days
Yeah, phantom inventory, love
On the books but out of stock, guess it wasn't enough
(Verse 2)
Remember when our love was "next day air"? So fast
Now I'm navigating customs just to talk about our past
I built this warehouse for us, stocked it shelf by shelf
Now I'm guarding empty spaces, talkin' to myself
I track your signal moving on a map inside my head
Just a blue dot in a city sleeping in another bed... of lies
(Pre-Chorus)
And I keep paying all these high-priority fees
For a front-row seat to your vague guarantees
Yeah, I'm clearing out the gridlock, tryin' to make some room
But you're just a traffic jam of promises in the afternoon
(Chorus)
'Cause baby, we're just phantom inventory love
Itemized on paper but we're nothing I can touch
You're stuck out on the ocean, in some other harbor's haze
You're the future that I ordered, lost in transit for days and days
Yeah, phantom inventory, love
On the books but out of stock, guess it wasn't enough
(Bridge)
They say the whole system's broken, baby, it's not you, it's them
But I see other ships come sailing in again and again
And I'm holdin' onto paperwork, a bill of sale for you and I
While your heart is in a holding pattern in some other sky
(Guitar / Bass Solo)
(Funky, staccato Nile Rodgers-esque guitar riff over a driving, melodic bassline. Drums are tight and in the pocket. It should sound danceable but the minor chords underneath give it a questioning, melancholy feeling.)
(Chorus / Outro)
Oh, baby, we're just phantom inventory love!
(So close but you're nothing I can touch)
You're stuck out on the ocean, in some other harbor's haze
(Yeah, you're the one I ordered!)
You're the future that I ordered, lost in transit for days and days
Phantom inventory, love...
On the books, out of stock...
Just a name on a box...
Yeah, your port is on lockdown...
And I'm shutting this warehouse down.
(Bassline and a final cymbal crash)
About The Song
This track, "Phantom Inventory Love," uses the global supply chain crisis as a stark metaphor for a modern relationship breakdown. Inspired by news of 'phantom inventory'—products that exist on paper but are physically inaccessible due to logistical gridlock—the song explores the feeling of being with someone who is physically present but emotionally unavailable. The lyrics recast this emotional state as an active struggle, where the protagonist is "paying high-priority fees" for connection and "navigating customs" to discuss the past, directly applying the Active Agency Mandate. It's a song about holding onto the "paperwork" of a relationship (the memories, the promises) when the actual person—the "product"—is stuck in a holding pattern, forever out of reach. The core human theme is the painful dissonance between a relationship's potential and its disappointing reality.
Production Notes
The track should channel the chic, funk-pop revival energy of artists like Sabrina Carpenter and Dua Lipa.
- Instrumentation: The song is built on a relentlessly funky, melodic bassline in the style of Nile Rodgers or Bernard Edwards. It must be prominent in the mix, acting as a second vocal. The rhythm guitar should be clean, staccato, and percussive, adding to the groove. Drums should be tight, dry, and in-the-pocket, with a crisp hi-hat and a four-on-the-floor kick during the chorus to enhance danceability.
- Vocals: Lead vocal should be delivered with a confident, almost detached coolness, full of breathy texture. This creates a powerful contrast with the lyrical frustration. Mic: A Neumann U 47 or similar high-end condenser to capture detail. Vocal Chain: Light compression (LA-2A style) to manage dynamics without squashing the performance.
- Arrangement: The song builds from a sparse verse (bass, drums, vocal) into a fuller pre-chorus and chorus. The bridge should strip back momentarily before the instrumental solo. The outro should feature ad-libs that deconstruct the chorus hook, ending on a final, definitive bass note and cymbal hit.
- Mix Automation: Automate reverb and delay throws on key words ("haze," "days," "alone") to create space and highlight the feeling of distance. Pan backing vocals wide in the chorus to create an immersive, yet lonely, soundscape. The bass should remain dead center and powerful throughout.
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