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Your Frequency Holds Me
(Verse 1)
There's no gravity in this apartment
Just the low hum coming from your chest
I've forgotten how the pavement feels
My shoes stay clean, I put your words to the test
You're the conductor, orchestra invisible
And I am porcelain inside your palm
I learn the steps you trace for me in air
And calibrate my world to fit your calm
(Pre-Chorus)
One sharp inhale, and I start to rise
One quiet sigh, and I begin to sway
I'm hanging on the tone behind your eyes
You harmonize and steal the floor away
(Chorus)
And your frequency holds me, I can't touch the ground
A beautiful prisoner to your sound
Spinning slowly in a haze of blue
My every move, it all depends on you
Your frequency holds me, five feet off the floor
I don't know what my own two feet are for
(Verse 2)
My friends all say I look a little distant
Like my attention's caught on something else
I just smile and nod, a perfect puppet
Arranging parts of my forgotten self
You love to watch me in this perfect stasis
This choreographed and lonely, weightless fall
Moving objects just to fill the spaces
Building prisons with no bars or walls
(Pre-Chorus)
One sharp inhale, and I start to rise
One quiet sigh, and I begin to sway
I'm hanging on the tone behind your eyes
You harmonize and steal the floor away
(Chorus)
And your frequency holds me, I can't touch the ground
A beautiful prisoner to your sound
Spinning slowly in a haze of blue
My every move, it all depends on you
Your frequency holds me, five feet off the floor
I don't know what my own two feet are for
(Bridge)
I wrestle with the waves you generate
I try to find a discord in the drone
For just one second of my own real weight
Just one moment that is mine alone
But every time I fight it, the note gets higher
Sharper, clearer, pinning me in place
Dancing on the head of your desire
Losing all my courage, all my grace
(Chorus - Outro)
Your frequency holds me, I can't touch the ground...
A beautiful prisoner to your sound...
Spinning slowly in this haze of blue...
My every move... God, it all depends on you...
Your frequency holds me, high above the floor
I don't know... I don't know me anymore...
No... I don't know me anymore.
(Sound of a low hum fades to silence)
About The Song
This song transforms a scientific breakthrough—acoustic levitation, where sound waves are used to suspend and manipulate objects—into a powerful metaphor for a toxic, controlling relationship. The narrator is the 'levitated object,' held in a state of weightless suspension by the 'frequency' of their partner's voice, moods, and desires. The seemingly miraculous ability to 'dance' without touching the ground is revealed to be a prison of unseen forces, a choreographed performance from which there is no escape. Musically, it draws from the raw, soulful anguish of artists like Teddy Swims, using that emotional power to explore the feeling of losing your agency and your very sense of self to an all-consuming, invisible influence.
Production Notes
Vocals: The performance is key. Mic with a vintage-style condenser like a Neumann U 47 to capture warmth and raw presence. The vocal chain should be simple: a high-quality preamp (Neve 1073) into a transparent tube compressor (Tube-Tech CL 1B) for gentle dynamics control. Verses should be breathy, intimate, and close-mic'd. The chorus requires an explosive, full-throated belt, channeling desperation and helplessness. Ad-libs in the outro should feel raw and improvisational, with audible breaths and vocal breaks.
Arrangement: Build from sparse to epic. Verse 1 starts with just a Fender Rhodes and a simple kick/snap pattern. The pre-chorus introduces a deep, pulsing Moog-style synth bass and swirling, syncopated hi-hats to build tension. The chorus explodes with a full, live-sounding drum kit (fat snare, big cymbals), layered Hammond B3 organ swells, and powerful background vocals holding long 'ooh' and 'aah' notes that act as the song's 'frequency.' A clean electric guitar plays subtle, arpeggiated lines that shimmer underneath.
Mix Automation: Use automation to enhance the narrative. The lead vocal's reverb should be tight and dry in the verses, then bloom into a large hall or plate reverb for the choruses to create a vast, suspended feeling. Pan subtle synth arpeggios and delays dynamically during the pre-chorus to create a disorienting, swirling effect, mimicking the feeling of being manipulated.
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