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Your Soundalike Is On The Line
(VERSE 1)
Another three-AM ring
Pulsing through the floorboards, making my teeth sing
I know I blocked the number, I know I broke the wire
But I’m answering a call that’s fueled by nervous fire
The voice is close, it’s breathy, knows the cadence of my name
Uses the key that we hid by the window frame
(PRE-CHORUS)
And for a second, my heart’s in my throat
Buying the lines you so carefully wrote
It says it’s stranded, says it’s in the red
And I almost believe the liar in my head
(CHORUS)
But your soundalike is on the line
Selling emergencies that aren’t mine
Asking for a currency I can’t find
And I’m learning how to press decline
Yeah, your soundalike is on the line
Perfectly pitched, a flawless design
But it's just a playback, a clever sign
So I'm hanging up on what was mine
(VERSE 2)
It knows the tremble from the summer of rain
Weaponizes softness, re-enacts the pain
It tries to argue that the damage was slight
And whispers theories made of darkness and light
I built a fortress just to starve out the sound
Now it's convincing me to burn the whole thing down
(PRE-CHORUS)
And for a second, my walls feel so cheap
While it pulls a promise from my sleep
It says it’s changed, it says it needs me now
And I have to remind myself how
(CHORUS)
Your soundalike is on the line
Selling emergencies that aren’t mine
Asking for a currency I can’t find
And I’m learning how to press decline
Yeah, your soundalike is on the line
Perfectly pitched, a flawless design
But it's just a playback, a clever sign
So I'm hanging up on what was mine
(BRIDGE)
It used to take my pulse just to find the weak spot
It used to steal my words just to make the plot
Feel real, feel urgent, feel like I was the cure
But I recognize the tactics, and I don't need them anymore
This isn't connection, this is a calculated breach
And I'm finally moving what you thought was in your reach
(OUTRO)
...Your soundalike is on the line
...Perfectly pitched
...a flawless design...
(Sound of a landline phone being slammed down abruptly. Silence. A single, quiet, relieved exhale.)
About The Song
This track takes the modern fear of deepfake voice scams and reframes it as a deeply personal metaphor for surviving psychological manipulation. The core idea came from news about scammers using AI to clone a loved one's voice to create a convincing, frantic emergency. I wanted to translate that specific type of violation—where something intimate and trusted is used as a weapon—to the internal monologue after a toxic relationship. The “soundalike” on the line isn't a piece of technology; it's the manipulative, gaslighting voice of an ex that has been internalized. It knows all your secrets and vulnerabilities and uses them to create fake “emergencies” to pull you back in. The song is about applying the Active Agency Mandate (AAM) to your own healing: it’s not about passively *feeling* haunted, but actively learning to identify the fake, reject its premise, and 'hang up the phone,' taking your power back.
Production Notes
Genre: Alt-Pop / Indie Pop / Electropop
Vocals: The verses should be captured with a Neumann TLM 103 or similar, extremely close to the mic to catch every breath and lip sound. Whispery and conspiratorial. The choruses demand a shift: a powerful, belted main take, double-tracked with two slightly distorted layers panned hard left and right to create a feeling of an internal, desperate shout. Bridge vocal should be clean but exhausted.
Arrangement: Keep it minimalist to build tension. Verses are driven by a low, pulsing Moog-style synth bass, a syncopated heartbeat kick, and layered finger snaps. In the pre-chorus, introduce a filtered, anxious arpeggio. The chorus should erupt with a full, punchy beat (808/acoustic kick hybrid), layered pads, and the powerhouse vocal stack. The song's outro is crucial: it ends abruptly with a sample of a phone receiver being slammed down, followed by a full second of pure silence, and then a faintly recorded, relieved human exhale before the track fully fades to black.
Mix Automation: Automate a low-pass filter on the master track during the verses to make it feel claustrophobic and tight, then snap it fully open for the expansive chorus. Use subtle saturation on the chorus vocals to give them grit and emotional weight. A reverb “throw” on the last word of each chorus line (“line,” “mine,” etc.) will give it that dramatic, echoing feel before it snaps back to dry.
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