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This Dormancy Code
(Verse 1)
Years went by, or maybe it was hours
I pulled the levers on my living powers
Folded my feelings into origami birds
And built a desert from a handful of your words
I didn't break, I didn't even bend
Just found the chapter where the story seemed to end
Learned to architect the quiet, build a fortress from the drought
And batten down the hatches of my heart to wait it out
(Chorus)
Don't you call this numb, don't you call this dead
There's an engine turning slowly in my head
I'm not broken, I'm just living on a loan
From a future self I haven't met or known
'Cause don't you know this kind of quiet
Is a battle that I'm fighting under my skin?
I'm just running on a dormancy code
Till the rain decides where to begin
(Verse 2)
My friends all came with sympathy and wine
Said, "You gotta get back out there, you'll be fine"
But they couldn't see the watch I had to set
Against a tidal wave of every last regret
So I mastered breathing shallow, just enough
A kind of self-inflicted, patient, starving love
Keeping watch on the horizon of my own damn point of view
Just a single-celled believer, waiting for something true
(Chorus)
Don't you call this numb, don't you call this dead
There's an engine turning slowly in my head
I'm not broken, I'm just living on a loan
From a future self I haven't met or known
'Cause don't you know this kind of quiet
Is a battle that I'm fighting under my skin?
I'm just running on a dormancy code
Till the rain decides where to begin
(Bridge)
And then last night, you told a stupid joke
A tiny tremor in my ribcage spoke
It wasn't lightning, it wasn't some grand sign
Just a drop of water crossing a fault line
And I felt the ancient parts of me take hold
Shaking off a century of feeling cold
(Outro Chorus)
So don't you call me numb, don't you call me dead
'Cause the damn engine's roaring in my head
I'm not broken, I'm just calling in the loan
For a future I am building from the bone
Yeah, this fragile, sacred quiet
Was the war I had to win to let you in
I was running on a dormancy code
...And I think you are the rain
...that's letting life begin.
About The Song
"This Dormancy Code" transforms a scientific discovery into a deeply personal anthem of emotional survival. The song draws its core metaphor from the news about ancient microbes in the Atacama Desert that can enter a state of suspended animation for centuries, only reanimating when they encounter water. This concept is woven into a human story of shutting down after profound heartbreak—not as a passive state of numbness, but as an active, deliberate act of self-preservation. It’s about someone who has put themselves into a 'dormancy code' to survive an emotional drought. Musically, the track is inspired by the raw, narrative-driven authenticity of artists like Zach Bryan, using a simple, stark arrangement to let the weight of the story land. The song reframes emotional retreat as a powerful act of agency and resilience, exploring the fragile moment when the first “drop of rain”—an unexpected connection or moment of kindness—threatens to bring everything back to life.
Production Notes
Genre: Americana / Indie Folk / Singer-Songwriter
Instrumentation: A single, slightly weathered acoustic guitar (like a Martin D-18), a deep, resonant cello for pads in the second half, and a simple stomp-box for a heartbeat rhythm.
Vocals: Raw, close-mic'd, and intimate. Sung with a sense of restrained tension, not sadness. The vocal chain should be simple: A Neumann U 87 into a Neve 1073 preamp and a touch of LA-2A compression. No pitch correction. The imperfections, the breaths, the slight rasp are all part of the story.
Arrangement: Start extremely sparse—just the acoustic and a single vocal track. In the second verse, introduce a low, sustained cello note that swells almost imperceptibly. The stomp-box enters softly on the second chorus. The bridge should feel like a dynamic shift; the guitar strumming becomes slightly more insistent, and a faint vocal harmony could enter on the line "a century of feeling cold." The final outro chorus should be the fullest point, with the main vocal delivered with more force and conviction, as if breaking through the self-imposed shell.
Mix Automation: Use automation to create a sense of space. Keep the verses tight and dry, then subtly open up the reverb on the chorus to give it a sense of release and scale. In the bridge, as the 'drop of water' hits, a touch of delay or a wider stereo image on the guitar could symbolize the awakening. The final line should have the reverb trail out into near silence.
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