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This Foreign Part of Me
(Verse 1)
My ribcage was an empty house
I boarded up the doors just to keep the quiet out
My own blood was turning sour in the veins
I was building walls to stand against the coming rains
My system was shutting down, one defence at a time
Waiting for a failure, the end of the line
(Pre-Chorus)
Then you arrived, a wild design
A different science from my bloodline
A risky cure, a fragile art
A stranger beating in my heart
(Chorus)
And oh, my soul is fighting now, please
Don't let the body refuse
This foreign part of me, this fragile, wild belief
I'm swallowing the medicine so I don't lose you
This brand new part of me, stitching hope onto the fear
I'm tearing down my history to keep you here
(Verse 2)
We're living on some borrowed time
A daily dose of faith and a suture and a prayer
I watch myself for warning signs
Any strange reaction, a memory in the air
Signed a ceasefire with the ache deep in my bones
I patrol the quiet hallways of a peace I've never known
(Pre-Chorus)
'Cause you arrived, a wild design
A different science from my bloodline
A risky cure, a fragile art
A stranger beating in my heart
(Chorus)
And oh, my soul is fighting now, please
Don't let the body refuse
This foreign part of me, this fragile, wild belief
I'm swallowing the medicine so I don't lose you
This brand new part of me, stitching hope onto the fear
I'm tearing down my history to keep you here
(Bridge)
Last night I fought the old defence
I felt the fever start to climb
My cynical past rose up to fence
You out one more damn time
I wrestled with the shaking in my hands
And forced my cells to understand... to understand!
(Chorus - Full Force)
AND OH, MY SOUL IS SCREAMING, PLEASE
DON'T LET THE BODY REFUSE
THIS FOREIGN PART OF ME, THIS FRAGILE, WILD BELIEF
I'M SWALLOWING THE MEDICINE SO I DON'T LOSE YOU
THIS BRAND NEW PART OF ME, STITCHING HOPE ONTO THE FEAR
I'M TEARING DOWN MY HISTORY TO KEEP YOU HERE
(Outro)
Every morning, a choice I make
Every new breath I take
Don't refuse...
Every heartbeat... I choose you
I choose...
About The Song
This song translates the clinical desperation of a groundbreaking medical event—the first successful transplant of a pig kidney into a human—into a raw, personal metaphor for love and trust after profound emotional damage. The "foreign organ" is a new person entering your life after your own "system" has begun to shut down from past hurt. The core of the song is the Active Agency Mandate in action: it's not just about passively hoping this new love works, it's about the conscious, daily, terrifying fight to stop your own ingrained defense mechanisms—your body's 'immune response' from past trauma—from attacking and rejecting this beautiful, life-saving new thing. It's a song about actively 'swallowing the medicine' of vulnerability and 'tearing down your history' to make room for a fragile, but powerful, new hope.
Production Notes
Genre: Indie Folk-Rock / Soulful Anthem
Vocals: The vocal performance is central. Verses should be intimate and warm, recorded with a condenser mic like a Neumann U47 to capture breath and texture. The choruses demand a powerful, strained belt, switching to a dynamic mic like an SM7B to handle the pressure. Rawness over perfection is key, especially in the bridge and final chorus, where vocal cracks and desperation should be preserved. The final chorus should have a wide "gang vocal" harmony, feeling like a passionate crowd shouting along, not a polished choir.
Instrumentation: The song starts sparse with a fingerpicked acoustic guitar (Martin D-28 style) and a soft, melancholic piano line. The pre-chorus builds tension. The chorus explodes with deep, floor-tom-heavy drums, a rumbling sub-bass, and distorted, wide electric guitars that create a wall of sound. The bridge should strip back to almost nothing—just a pulsing low synth pad and the strained lead vocal—before the final chorus hits with maximum impact.
Mix: The dynamics are everything. Use mix automation to make the verses feel incredibly close and personal, and the choruses vast and anthemic. The kick drum in the chorus should subtly sidechain the synths and rhythm guitars to make the beat punch through the wall of sound. Vocals remain the undisputed focus, slightly overdriven and saturated in the loud sections to enhance the emotion.
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