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This Anomaly in My Chest
(Verse 1)
Everybody’s living on a level plane
Walkin' through their days, feelin' just the sun and rain
But there's a fault line runnin' right under the floor
A map inside my bones that the doctors just ignore
They call it empty, but it ain't a vacant space
It's a heavy kind of nothing with a furious grace
I fight the sink, I learn the bend, I measure the degree
That this invisible ocean is claimin' from me
(Pre-Chorus)
Yeah, compasses spin for no reason
And ships list on my skin every season
I'm bending the physics of breathing again, and again…
(Chorus)
It's the pull, the pull, the pull that's draggin' me down
This anomaly in my chest, this hollow in the ground
I'm an island where the water just refuses to be sound
It's the pull, the pull, the pull... I'm still standin' my ground
(Verse 2)
They say a million years of pressure put it there
The tectonic plates in my past that shifted my air
Some ancient continental breakup in my soul
Left a geoid dip that defies all my control
So I wake up and I calibrate the force required
To lift a coffee cup, to act like I'm not tired
I manage the accounts of a debt I can't see
And wrestle with the math of this gravity
(Pre-Chorus)
Yeah, compasses spin for no reason
And ships list on my skin every season
I'm bending the physics of breathing again, and again…
(Chorus)
It's the pull, the pull, the pull that's draggin' me down
This anomaly in my chest, this hollow in the ground
I'm an island where the water just refuses to be sound
It's the pull, the pull, the pull... I'm still standin' my ground
(Bridge)
And you... you tried to sail me
Thought your love was an anchor, a certainty
You mapped my coasts, but you couldn't chart the deep
Where the world's laws die, and the old titans sleep
You can't fix a thing that ain't broken, just bent
A phenomenon... heaven-sent or hell-bent...
(Breakdown / Chorus)
(Softer, strained vocal... building with massive drums)
It's the pull... oh God, the pull... that wants to drag me down
This anomaly in my chest... this shadow on the town...
(Full gospel choir explodes, huge cathartic release)
I'M AN ISLAND WHERE THE WATER JUST REFUSES TO BE SOUND
IT'S THE PULL, THE PULL, THE PULL... BUT I'M STILL STANDING MY GROUND!
(Outro)
Standing my ground...
Yeah, the world pulls down
But I'm holding on somehow...
This anomaly in my chest...
I put it to the test... and I'm standin' my ground.
About The Song
"This Anomaly in My Chest" translates a complex scientific discovery—a massive 'gravity hole' in the Indian Ocean—into a raw, personal metaphor for battling an profound internal struggle. Drawing on the soulful, powerful vocal delivery of artists like Teddy Swims and the epic, gospel-infused arrangements of Hozier, the song isn't about feeling empty, but about actively fighting an invisible, immense force. The "gravity hole" isn't a void, but a powerful anomaly caused by ancient events, mirroring how past trauma or deep-seated depression can warp a person's inner world, making everyday existence a feat of defiance against an unseen weight. It's a song for anyone who has ever felt fundamentally 'off' from the rest of the world and has to consciously fight to stay afloat—transforming a passive state of being into an active, heroic struggle for equilibrium.
Production Notes
Genre: Soulful Indie Rock / Gospel Rock
Vocals: The lead vocal is the centerpiece. Needs a wide dynamic range, from a strained, breathy verse to a full-throated, cathartic belt in the chorus. Mic: A vintage Neumann U 47 to capture warmth and raw power. Vocal Chain: Tube pre-amp (UA 610) into a light touch of compression (Teletronix LA-2A) to smooth dynamics without killing them. Harmonies and a full gospel choir should explode in the final chorus for maximum emotional impact.
Arrangement: Verses should be sparse: a pulsing kick drum (like a steady heartbeat), a resonant bassline, and a clean, slightly delayed electric guitar. The Pre-Chorus builds tension with rising pads and more active drums. The Chorus needs to be immense: crashing cymbals, Hammond B3 organ swells, layered guitars, and the choir. The Bridge should strip back again, feeling intimate and confessional before the final, explosive breakdown.
Mix Automation: Use automation to create a sense of physics. During the choruses, subtly pan grounding elements (bass, kick) slightly off-center as if being pulled, while the vocal stays locked in the middle. Increase the reverb send on the vocal during the line "draggin' me down" to give a sense of falling into a vast space.
Performance: The vocalist must convey a physical struggle. Every chorus should feel like a desperate push against a real force. The final chorus shouldn't be pretty; it should be a raw, ragged, triumphant yell of survival.
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