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These Unconscious Waves
(Verse 1)
Another night, the lamp is low, a truce is underway
I’m charting all the weather fronts that gather in your face
Familiar lines of pressure start to build behind your eyes
A clinical observer of our beautiful demise
It started out with nothing, just a promise and a spark
Two lonely cells that came together fighting in the dark
(Pre-Chorus)
And now it's got a rhythm that we didn't authorize
A complex, tangled system that we learned to recognize
I can feel the voltage rising, a hum inside the air
I’m the mad creator, caught inside my own nightmare
(Chorus)
We fed it our sorrow, we gave it our names
And now we just dance in these electrical flames
Oh, these unconscious waves, a storm in a jar
We grew this disaster just to see how far
It pulls and it pulses, a tide we can't beat
A bitter new lifeform on our dead-end street
(Verse 2)
I tried to pull the wires out, I tried to flip the switch
But every move I make just fuels the automatic twitch
You react and I respond, a pre-recorded show
We planted every seed of this strange harvest that we grow
This isn't rage or passion, it's procedural and clean
We built this ugly engine, and we're servants to the machine
(Chorus)
We fed it our sorrow, we gave it our names
And now we just dance in these electrical flames
Oh, these unconscious waves, a storm in a jar
We grew this disaster just to see how far
It pulls and it pulses, a tide we can't beat
A bitter new lifeform on our dead-end street
(Bridge)
It almost looks real, in the right kind of light
A beautiful tremor in the dead of the night
It mimics a feeling, it fakes a reply
But there's nothing behind it, no soul in the sound
Just the monster we cultured on this poisoned ground
(Guitar Solo - raw, melodic, mirroring a chaotic but rhythmic wave pattern, full of feedback and sharp bends that resolve into a sad, repeating phrase)
(Chorus)
We fed it our sorrow! We gave it our names!
And now we just dance in these electrical flames!
Oh, these unconscious waves, a storm in a jar!
We grew this disaster just to see how far!
It pulls and it pulses, a tide we can't beat!
A bitter new lifeform on our dead-end street!
(Outro)
(Music strips away to a pulsing synth bassline and a single, clean guitar note repeating like a heart monitor)
It's pulsing...
A rhythm we made...
(Pulse fades to silence)
About The Song
This track finds its emotional seed in a startling scientific breakthrough: lab-grown 'brain organoids' that began exhibiting complex, coordinated electrical waves, much like a developing brain. The core idea isn't the science itself, but the deeply human feeling of creating something that develops its own life and patterns beyond your control. That concept is wielded here as a powerful metaphor for a toxic relationship. The couple in the song actively 'grew' their own disaster, feeding a dynamic with sorrow and arguments until it became a self-sustaining, cyclical monster. The 'unconscious waves' aren't from an organoid; they're the predictable, painful rhythms of a love that has devolved into a mere set of uncontrollable reactions. Musically, it blends the anthemic, hook-driven energy of an artist like Post Malone in its chorus with the intimate, tense atmosphere of Billie Eilish or Clairo in the verses, creating a dynamic that mirrors the song's themes of quiet dread and explosive, shared pain.
Production Notes
Genre: Indie Rock / Alt-Pop
Vocals: The verses should be recorded with a close-mic technique (Neumann TLM 103) for an intimate, almost whispered delivery, with minimal processing aside from light compression. In the chorus, the vocal becomes powerful and layered. Double-track the main vocal and add two higher harmonies, pushed back with a subtle stereo delay to create width and anthem-like power. The final chorus should have audible strain, prioritizing emotion over perfect pitch.
Arrangement: Verses are sparse: a clean, slightly chorused guitar line, a simple kick-and-snare pattern, and a deep, pulsing synth bass holding the root. The pre-chorus builds tension with rising synth pads and a faster hi-hat pattern. The chorus explodes with a thick, driving bass guitar that takes over from the synth, heavily distorted rhythm guitars, and a powerful live drum sound. The bridge should strip everything back to a filtered piano/synth and the lead vocal, creating a moment of unnerving quiet before the final chorus.
Mix Automation: Use automation to create a sense of dynamics. Keep the verses tight and narrow in the stereo field. Widen everything dramatically for the chorus. During the guitar solo, automate a slow phaser over the rhythm guitars to give them a swirling, chaotic feeling. In the outro, automate a low-pass filter on the repeating synth pulse, making it sound like it's sinking away into nothingness.
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