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This Temporary Circuit
(Intro)
(Deep, slightly overdriven synth bass riff enters. Minimal kick drum pulse. Sound of a single, soft digital beep.)
Yeah... install commenced.
Clock is running.
(Verse 1)
You slipstream right into my blood
I run the welcome protocol
Said from the start this wasn't love
Just wanted to see you through the wall
You calibrate to my design
Mapping the borders of the pain
Reading the signals, crossing lines
With bio-compatible disdain.
(Pre-Chorus)
And I watch the numbers on the screen
Spiking red, a vivid scene
My own heartbeat's syncopation
Another beautiful, planned obsolescence.
(Chorus)
You’re just a temporary circuit in my veins
Logging the pleasure, plotting the strains
We knew the voltage couldn’t last the year
So let the system run while you are here
A perfect feeling, flawlessly erased
You’re just a temporary circuit, in my veins.
(Verse 2)
I wear your touch like it’s a patch
Delivering a steady dose
There's no permanent strings attached
Just diagnostics, way too close
We built this thing with an exit plan
A fever written out in code
Dissolve on schedule, that's the command
Shedding the temporary load.
(Pre-Chorus)
And I trace the pathways on your skin
The architecture, sinking in
My own logic's degradation
Such a beautiful, planned obsolescence.
(Chorus)
You’re just a temporary circuit in my veins
Logging the pleasure, plotting the strains
We knew the voltage couldn’t last the year
So let the system run while you are here
A perfect feeling, flawlessly erased
You’re just a temporary circuit, in my veins.
(Bridge)
And when the last pulse fades to none
I’ll have to catalogue the data run
No scar tissue, just a blank report
I made myself a calculated, clean abort
I'll miss the hum inside my bones
I'll fight the silence of the empty zones
I signed the waiver, I consented to the cost
For all the brilliant data I have lost.
(Chorus)
(Slightly more raw, desperate vocal delivery)
You’re just a temporary circuit in my veins
Logging the pleasure, plotting the strains!
We knew the voltage couldn’t last the year
So let the damn thing run while you are here!
A perfect feeling, being flawlessly erased...
You’re just a temporary circuit, in my veins.
(Outro)
(Bass and drums continue for two bars, then begin to filter down as if through a low-pass filter.)
System dissolving...
(The synth bass becomes muddy, loses definition.)
No trace found.
(A final, soft digital beep, followed by silence.)
About The Song
This song finds its metaphorical heart in the recent scientific breakthrough of bio-integrated, dissolvable electronics. This concept—a device that can become a part of you, perform an intimate function, and then fade away without a trace—serves as a powerful parallel for the modern “situationship.” 'This Temporary Circuit' is about a relationship that is intensely passionate and deeply connected, but entered into with the full knowledge of its built-in expiration date. The protagonist isn't a victim of heartbreak; they are an active participant, an administrator of their own emotional experiment. They are 'running diagnostics,' 'shedding the load,' and 'calibrating' the connection, all while acknowledging its impermanence. The song captures that uniquely human contradiction: willingly embracing a profound but temporary intimacy, knowing that the only thing left will be the memory of the 'data' it collected.
Production Notes
Genre: Indie Pop / Alternative R&B / Downtempo Electronica
Vocals: The performance is key. Verses should be delivered with a cool, intimate, almost spoken-word detachment, recorded on a Neumann U87 close to the capsule to capture every breath. For the choruses, introduce a more melodic, yearning quality, with loosely double-tracked harmonies panned slightly left and right. Use a tight slap-back delay to create presence without washing it out in reverb.
Instrumentation: The track is driven by a deep, slightly dirty synth bass reminiscent of a Moog Model D, playing a hypnotic, syncopated riff. Drums should be minimal and tight—sampled from a LinnDrum machine with a strong kick, a sharp cross-stick snare, and a clean, consistent closed-hat pattern. A distant, atmospheric arpeggiated synth pad (think Juno-60) should subtly enter in the choruses to widen the soundscape.
Mix: Keep it centered and intimate. The bass and kick should dominate the low frequencies, creating a physical, gut-punch feel. The vocals must sit right on top of the mix, feeling like they're inside the listener's head. Everything else is texture. Crucially, in the outro, automate a low-pass filter over the master track, slowly dialing it down to simulate the feeling of the 'circuit' dissolving into muffled silence.
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