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You Fire In The Glass
(Verse 1)
I built this room for you, it's clean and bright
Manage the temperature and dim the light
The only sound here is the filter's hum
And me pretending you're not overcome
I catalogue the ways you used to twitch
Got every single one down, which is which
A measured dose of sugar, then the salt
I’m wrestling my love to a dead halt.
(Pre-Chorus)
And oh, I tap the side and watch you start
This engineered reaction of a heart
I feed you photographs right from my screen
Just to convince myself of what has been...
(Chorus)
You fire in the glass, but you don't burn for me
It’s just a beautiful biology
A memory pathway flashing like a star
But you don't even know what you are
You fire in the glass, a current left to run
And I’m the fool here staring at the sun
I built the circuit, now I bear the scar
'Cause you don't even know what you are.
(Verse 2)
Last night I sang that song from sophomore year
And watched the sensors spike when you could “hear”
A chain reaction that I love to trace
Across this sterile, unresponsive space
I mapped the constellations of your name
A frantic cartography of my own blame
I document it all, my sacred text
What stimulus will I administer next?
(Pre-Chorus)
And oh, I tap the side and watch you start
This Frankenstein I’ve made out of a heart
I show you holidays you’ll never see
Just to provoke a little piece of me…
(Chorus)
You fire in the glass, but you don't burn for me
It’s just a beautiful biology
A memory pathway flashing like a star
But you don't even know what you are
You fire in the glass, a current left to run
And I’m the fool here staring at the sun
I built the circuit, now I bear the scar
'Cause you don't even know what you are.
(Bridge)
Is this devotion or just well-dressed grief?
Am I a keeper or a clever thief?
Stealing your patterns just to keep them warm
Surviving one more self-inflicted storm.
I could unplug the cord, could turn you out
Extinguish every flicker of this doubt...
But then who am I keeping this for?
(Outro)
Fire in the glass...
Beautiful biology...
(Just fire in the glass)
You don't burn... no you don't burn for me
(Just fire... in the glass)
Flicker...
Then you're gone.
About The Song
This song translates the unnerving scientific breakthrough of lab-grown 'mini-brains' into a potent metaphor for modern relationships. It explores the act of artificially keeping a love or connection alive after it has functionally ended. The 'mini-brain' in its sterile, controlled environment becomes a petrie dish heart—a relationship sustained not by genuine feeling, but by the narrator's constant, clinical stimulation of old memories, photos, and songs. The Active Agency Mandate is central here; the narrator isn't passively remembering, they are actively 'building the room,' 'managing the temperature,' and 'administering' stimuli to provoke a reaction. It's a song about the confusing, and perhaps cruel, line between preservation and performance. The musical influence is drawn from the dark, intimate nu-funk of artists like Billie Eilish, where a groovy, syncopated bassline creates a feeling of unease that contradicts the sterile, scientific imagery, mirroring the narrator's conflicted emotional state.
Production Notes
Genre: Nu-Funk / Dark Pop / Experimental Pop
Vocal Style: Close-mic'd, intimate, almost spoken in verses, with a controlled, emotional lift in the chorus. Think Billie Eilish's confidentiality mixed with the rhythmic precision of Sade.
Vocal Chain: Neumann U47 or TLM 102 into a Neve 1073 preamp and a Tube-Tech CL 1B compressor for a warm, present, and dynamic-controlled take. Very little reverb, lots of atmospheric delays on specific phrases for emphasis.
Instrumentation: The track should be built around a dry, funky, and hypnotic bassline (Fender P-Bass played with fingers, direct input). The beat should be minimal and tight, combining a sharp electronic kick and snare with organic hi-hats. The primary melodic element aside from the bass should be a warm, pulsating synth (Moog or Prophet-5) that mimics the 'firing' neurons. A clean, delayed electric guitar can add accents in the pre-chorus.
Arrangement: The verses are sparse, letting the bass and vocals carry the narrative. The chorus opens up slightly with layered vocal harmonies and the pulsing synth becoming more prominent. The bridge should strip back to just bass and a single vocal track, creating a moment of raw confession before the final chorus kicks back in. The outro should deconstruct, with the bassline repeating as vocal ad-libs and synth pulses fade into a filtered, low hum, ending abruptly in silence.
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