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We Don't Trade Here Anymore
(Piano, soft and deliberate, like raindrops on a window)
(Verse 1)
Our maps were drawn in trusting ink
On napkins at the kitchen sink
We built an empire out of sight
Lit by a single pilot light
Our constitutions, memorized
Two countries, unified
(Pre-Chorus)
(A simple kick drum pattern enters, heartbeat-slow. Synth pad swells underneath)
Then the exports felt so light
Disappearing in the night
Your cargo ships arrived with empty holds
And sailed away with all my gold
(Chorus)
(Explosion of sound. Driving drums, gritty bass, distorted electric guitars)
So I’m tearing up the treaty lines
Dismantling the border signs
I’m burning all our bridges to the floor
This isn’t an open port, it's my homeland now
And we don't trade here anymore
(Verse 2)
(Music pulls back slightly, bass and drums are tight and forward)
I’m raising tariffs on my time
I’m relearning every nursery rhyme
Building factories for my self-esteem
Redirecting my own stream
I fought a war for this new quiet
Started a one-person riot
(Pre-Chorus)
(Builds again, more intense, cymbal swells)
You swore the union was so strong
But I paid the duties all along
Your empty promises were all you’d send
While my resources reached an end
(Chorus)
(Full force, vocals have more grit, harmonies are almost shouted)
Yeah I’m tearing up the treaty lines
Dismantling the border signs
I’m burning all our bridges to the floor
This isn’t an open port, it's my homeland now
And we don't trade here anymore
(Bridge)
(Music cuts to just a shimmering, delayed guitar and a raw vocal. A moment of painful clarity)
You called it love, I called it fact
A signed and sealed defensive pact
But when the flood began to rise
You built your lifeboat with my last supplies
(Guitar Solo / Instrumental Break)
(The full band crashes back in. A blistering, melodic, and slightly chaotic guitar solo that feels like a cathartic argument. It’s not just noise; it’s a story of anger, release, and the rebuilding of strength.)
(Outro)
(Music drops to just drums and a chanting vocal, layered and resolute)
No more trade here…
My flag is planted on this shore…
No, we don't trade here anymore
(Guitars swell back for one final power chord)
This is my homeland now
And we don't trade here anymore
(Everything cuts out abruptly except the final piano chord, which hangs in the air and slowly fades)
About The Song
"We Don't Trade Here Anymore" uses the complex geopolitical concept of deglobalization as a raw metaphor for the painful but necessary act of ending a toxic, parasitic relationship. The global trend of nations reshoring supply chains and prioritizing national interests is mirrored in the personal narrative of someone reclaiming their emotional sovereignty. Terms like "treaty lines," "cargo ships," and "homeland" are re-contextualized to describe the process of setting boundaries and rebuilding a sense of self after being exploited. The song follows a journey from the quiet realization of an imbalanced "trade" to an explosive declaration of independence, reflecting the musical shift from a soft ballad into a driving indie rock anthem. It’s a song about what you must actively *do* to survive when a foundational alliance proves to be a betrayal.
Production Notes
Concept: A dynamic build from intimate balladry to a cathartic rock anthem, echoing the emotional arc from Olivia Rodrigo's "vampire" or the builds in a boygenius track.
Vocals: The verse vocals should be close-mic'd and intimate. Use a high-end condenser mic like a Neumann U 87. Vocal chain: UA 1176 for light compression, followed by a Pultec EQP-1A for warmth. In the chorus, stack the lead vocal with two aggressive, slightly distorted harmony tracks panned hard left and right. The outro chant should be an army of one—multiple layers of the same vocal line to create a sense of collective, internal strength.
Instrumentation: The piano should be simple and slightly melancholic (felt piano sound). When the drums (Ludwig kit, punchy and live-sounding) and bass (Fender P-Bass, driven) enter, they should feel like a deliberate, forceful heartbeat. The guitars (Telecaster for grit, Jazzmaster for atmosphere) should start with clean, atmospheric tones and then slam into a wall of sound using a Big Muff or ProCo RAT pedal for the choruses and solo.
Arrangement & Mix: The key is dynamic automation. The stereo field should feel small and centered in the verses and explode to be ultra-wide in the choruses. Use automation to push the reverb and delay sends way up on the final chord to create a vast sense of space before the final, solitary piano note brings it back to a place of personal resolution.
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