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We Almost Held The Sun
(Verse 1)
Our first apartment was a laboratory
Borrowed time and coffee cups, a different category
I built a cage of magnets for your brilliant mind
To keep the fallout from the world we left behind
You'd talk for hours, weaving theories in the air
While I just focused on the cracks, the wear and tear
Calculatin' losses in the dead of night
Tryna prove this thing could ever justify the light
(Pre-Chorus)
And every touch was plasma, every promise was a test
Pushing limits 'til there was nothing left
I drew the blueprints for a heart that couldn't break
Forgetting 'bout the sheer momentum in our wake
(Chorus)
We had a fraction of a second, a net energy gain
Then the walls buckled under the beautiful strain
Oh, the searing, perfect glory of a thing that can't be won
For a beautiful disaster, we almost held the sun
We almost held the sun in our two hands
(Verse 2)
Your temper flashed a warning light I learned to disregard
You called it passion, I called it fighting twice as hard
To reinforce the promises I made myself at dawn
To hold the center, long after the grace was gone
I charted orbits of your moods around the room
A lonely scientist embracing his own doom
The chalkboard of the future filled with numbers that were lies
But I saw endless summer burning in your eyes
(Pre-Chorus)
And every night was critical, every morning was a debt
On a suicidal gamble I can't bring myself to regret
I kept revising data, tried to bend it to my will
But a star that's born to detonate will never stand still
(Chorus)
We had a fraction of a second, a net energy gain
Then the walls buckled under the beautiful strain
Oh, the searing, perfect glory of a thing that can't be won
For a beautiful disaster, we almost held the sun
We almost held the sun in our two hands
(Bridge)
Containment's just another word for slow defeat
A pretty lie you tell yourself to the rhythm of the heat
You can't demand forever from a momentary blaze
I spent our final good week patching up the final craze
And it's not your fault, it isn't mine, it's just a law of flawed design
That anything this powerful was never meant to be confined...
(Breakdown / Outro)
(Soft, broken vocal)
We almost held the sun...
(Building with choir)
We almost held it... oh, the burning glory!
WE ALMOST HELD THE SUN!
(Full gospel choir and band, raw vocal ad-libs)
Yeah! A beautiful disaster! The perfect light!
IN OUR TWO HANDS!
The walls buckled under, under the beautiful strain!
Oh... we almost held the sun...
About The Song
“We Almost Held The Sun” transforms the recent news of a scientific breakthrough in fusion energy into a raw, personal metaphor for a volatile and incandescent love affair. The source news, which details the immense complexity and fragility of containing a miniature star on Earth to generate power, becomes the emotional blueprint for the song’s narrative. The concept of achieving a 'net energy gain'—getting more power out than you put in—is repurposed to describe those fleeting, perfect moments in a relationship that make all the struggle feel worthwhile, even when it’s ultimately unsustainable. The entire lyrical approach is guided by the Active Agency Mandate (AAM), framing the narrator not as a passive victim of a difficult love, but as an active participant—a 'scientist' desperately trying to manage, contain, and justify an uncontrollable force. The song’s soul and power-pop sound, inspired by artists like Teddy Swims, provides the sonic palette for this 'beautiful disaster,' blending raw, powerful vocals with the dramatic swell of a gospel-tinged arrangement to capture both the glory and the inevitable collapse.
Production Notes
Style: Soulful Power Pop / Gospel Rock Ballad
Vocals: The lead vocal is the star. Use a warm, sensitive condenser mic like a Neumann U47 or Telefunken TF51 to capture every nuance. The vocal chain should be clean but powerful: an LA-2A compressor for smooth leveling and a touch of Pultec EQ to add body and air. Performance should be dynamic, starting intimately and building to a raw, ragged belt in the final chorus. Heavy ad-libs and gospel-style runs in the outro are crucial. Backing vocals should be a full, 8-12 piece gospel choir, entering in the second chorus and becoming immense in the outro.
Arrangement: The track begins with a syncopated, slightly melancholic grand piano. A solid, in-the-pocket bass and a simple kick/snare pattern join in Verse 1. The Pre-Chorus should build tension with rising strings and subtle synth pads. The Chorus explodes with a powerful drum fill (heavy toms), crashing cymbals, the full gospel choir, and a dirty, overdriven Hammond B3 organ. The bridge breaks down to just piano and a vulnerable lead vocal before launching into the final, massive outro.
Mix Automation: Use automation extensively to enhance the dynamics. Widen the stereo field of the choir and piano significantly in the choruses. Automate reverb throws on specific vocal lines (“strain,” “won”) for dramatic effect. The bridge vocal should have a tighter, drier reverb that blooms into a huge hall reverb on the last line, leading into the explosive final chorus.
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