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Thirty-One Light Years Away
(Verse 1)
Found a map to a new world last night
In a story bathed in rose-red light
They said the air there was made to breathe
A perfect orbit, a sweet relief
And I pictured us on the shores of a tideless sea
You turned to me and said this was the place we were meant to be
I hold that postcard from a star I'll never see
It’s a fragile little thing you sold to me.
(Pre-Chorus)
And the coffee’s getting cold again
The clock on the wall’s my only friend
I’m wrestling gravity just to stay in place
While you’re colonizing empty space…
(Chorus)
And oh, what a lovely home we would have made
Safe from the storms and the bitter games we played
But I’m stuck here in this atmosphere I hate
And you're only thirty-one light years away.
(Verse 2)
They say my world is tidally locked
One side burns while the other’s frozen rock
And I’m living on that razor-thin line
Trying to make your absent sunshine, mine
I manage the silence, I keep the front door unlocked
I pretend this fragile truce we have is solid rock
But you promised me a garden and you gave me a cage
Just a finger-smudged picture on a crumpled page.
(Bridge - music begins to distort, tempo pushes slightly, vocal intensity grows)
You were an expert architect of sand
You drew a blueprint on the back of my hand
You talked of futures like you owned the damn design
Did you ever once think your world had to collide with mine?
Did you? I’m asking!
(Chorus - EXPLOSION. Heavy distorted guitars, crashing drums, screaming vocal)
AND DON'T YOU TALK TO ME ABOUT SOME BETTER FATE
DON’T YOU TELL ME IT WAS WORTH THE WEIGHT
I’M SUFFOCATING IN THE ATMOSPHERE YOU HATE
AND YOU’RE ONLY THIRTY-ONE LIGHT YEARS AWAY!
YEAH, I’D RATHER BE ALONE THAN IN THIS GOLDEN CAGE
SET FIRE TO THE MEMORY, JUST TURN THE GODDAMN PAGE
YOU BUILT A PERFECT WORLD AND THEN YOU BURNED THE MAPS IN RAGE
THIRTY-ONE LIGHT YEARS, THIRTY-ONE LIGHT YEARS AWAY!
(Outro - Heavy, fuzzed-out bass and chaotic drums)
Thirty-one light years…
So close… I could almost…
So close.
Away.
(Sound cuts abruptly to silence)
About The Song
This track finds its emotional core in the recent discovery of the 'super-Earth' planet Wolf 1069 b, a potentially habitable world a 'mere' 31 light-years away. This scientific breakthrough becomes a powerful metaphor for a deeply personal story of loss and disillusionment. The song is a lament for a perfect, idealized future with someone—a 'habitable world'—that remains tantalizingly, impossibly out of reach. It explores the feeling of being emotionally 'tidally locked' to a painful reality, one side of you perpetually burning with memory while the other is frozen by absence. Musically influenced by the dynamic shift in songs like Billie Eilish's "Happier Than Ever," the track begins as a soft, lo-fi ballad embodying wistful fantasy before erupting into a raw, cathartic rock anthem. This shift represents the protagonist’s transition from quietly mourning the promised future to violently rejecting the lie it was built on. It’s a song about the immense distance between what was promised and what is, and the furious energy it takes to survive in that empty space.
Production Notes
The song is built on a stark dynamic contrast.
Part 1 (Verses 1, 2, Chorus 1): The production should be intimate and lo-fi. Use a close-mic'd, warm condenser microphone (like a Neumann U 47) for the main vocal, capturing every breath and imperfection. The arrangement is sparse: a gently fingerpicked baritone ukulele or nylon-string guitar, a simple synth pad providing a low, humming drone, and maybe the sound of room tone or soft rain. The feeling is late-night, confessional, and melancholic.
Part 2 (Bridge, Chorus 2, Outro): The transition should be abrupt and violent. On the line "Did you ever once think..." a wall of sound crashes in. Distorted guitars (double-tracked, maybe using a blend of a Big Muff pedal for fuzz and a ProCo RAT for bite) should dominate. The drums, previously absent, should enter with force—live, aggressive, and heavily compressed, with a particularly cutting snare sound. The vocal chain changes completely; switch to a dynamic mic (Shure SM7B) driven hard through a tube preamp to get grit and power. The lead vocal should be raw, unpolished, and even slightly off-pitch in its desperation. Automate a stereo-widening effect on the final chorus to make it feel overwhelming. The song ends suddenly, cutting off the final feedback ring to emphasize the finality and emotional exhaustion.
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