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You Rewrote My Blood Type
(Intro - Funky bassline with a tight, pocketed drum groove, lazy synth pad chords)
(Verse 1)
Remember me in worn-out jeans, a beer and not champagne
Lived on a street where all the houses kinda looked the same
My world was comfortable and faded, colored blue and gray
Then you came in with your new palette, and I let you stay
You talked about your modern art, your people and your view
From that high-rise apartment built for someone just like you.
(Pre-Chorus)
I made a choice, a clean incision, no anesthetic there
Drew a map to all my old convictions, said “I don’t really care”
Started weaving your opinions through the fabric of my own
I am the greatest project you have ever known.
(Chorus)
You rewrote my blood type, and I'm playin' along
Yeah, my own system’s screamin' that there's something wrong
But the clinic calls and says the vitals lookin' strong
So how long… how long can I live inside this song?
(Verse 2)
Now it’s sushi on a Tuesday, black tie for a whim
I’m defending foreign movies on the edge of a nervous limb
I nod and smile when your friends are talking market caps and trends
While actively suppressing all my old and rowdy friends
This whole new life fits like a glove that someone else has worn
I look in the mirror, see a stranger being born.
(Pre-Chorus)
I make the choice, a new incision, no anesthetic there
Memorize another author that you said I shouldn’t share
Started patching all your ideologies right into my soul
I'm fighting off my own defense to give you all control.
(Chorus)
You rewrote my blood type, and I'm playin' along
Yeah, my own system’s screamin' that there's something wrong
But the clinic calls and says the vitals lookin' strong
So how long… how long can I live inside this song?
(Bridge)
Last night I almost said your favorite band was just a noise
Felt the sentence rising, had to kill my own damn voice
Like tiny antibodies of the girl I used to be
Building armies in my veins to set my own self free
A low-grade fever, just a flicker, then it’s gone
Just managing the symptoms, holding on till dawn...
(Guitar Solo - Groovy and melodic like the verse, but it starts glitching with dissonant, slightly off-key bends before snapping back into the slick, confident groove.)
(Chorus)
You rewrote my blood type, and I'm playin' along
Yeah, my whole body’s screamin' that there's something wrong!
But the whole world tells me that we’re vitals lookin' strong!
So how long… how long can I live inside this song?
(Outro)
(Bass and drums continue, vocals become ad-libs)
How long? The vitals are strong...
It’s taking... yeah, I think it’s taking...
No rejection... no rejection warning signs... not yet...
My blood runs your way now...
(Bassline hits a final, deep note and fades.)
About The Song
This song uses the scientific marvel of xenotransplantation—transplanting an organ from one species to another—as a powerful metaphor for relationship anxiety and identity loss. Inspired by recent news of successful pig-to-human kidney transplants, the track explores the feeling of fundamentally changing for a partner. The protagonist has undergone an emotional 'transplant,' adopting their partner’s lifestyle, opinions, and world. The central conflict is the quiet, internal battle: on the surface, the transplant is a success ('the vitals lookin' strong'), but beneath, their original self fights against this 'foreign' identity, creating a constant fear of rejection. The track’s production, drawing from the retro-funk and confident groove of artists like Tommy Richman, creates a stark contrast to the lyrical paranoia, perfectly capturing the feeling of a relationship that *looks* perfect but *feels* profoundly wrong.
Production Notes
Genre: Indie Funk / Neo-Soul / R&B
Instrumentation: The track is built on a tight, deep-in-the-pocket rhythm section. The bassline (Fender P-Bass with flat-wounds) is the main character—funky, syncopated, and relentless. The drums should be dry and crisp, with a prominent snare and subtle hi-hat work. A vintage keyboard (Rhodes or Wurlitzer) provides the lush, warm chords. The guitar is a clean Strat or Tele, playing funky, muted single-note lines in the verses and a slightly distorted, emotionally conflicted solo in the bridge.
Vocals: The lead vocal should be smooth and soulful, with a sense of underlying tension. Record with a dynamic mic like a Shure SM7B to capture warmth and intimacy. The vocal chain should be simple: light compression (LA-2A style) and a touch of plate reverb. During the bridge, the vocal performance should become more strained and desperate, as if fighting to keep control. Backing vocals should be minimal and tight harmonies in the chorus to emphasize key lines.
Mix: Keep the bass and drums front and center. The vocals should sit comfortably on top, feeling personal and close to the listener. Use mix automation to create dynamics, pulling instruments back in the pre-chorus to build tension and pushing everything forward in the chorus. The guitar solo should feel like an emotional outburst, maybe with a flanger or phase effect that gets more intense with the dissonant notes.
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