Knotted Hair

(PRODUCTION: Total studio silence. A heavy, mechanical clock ticks on the beat at 132 BPM, panning slowly from the left ear to the right ear. A raw, felt piano enters, playing a melancholy, filtering four-chord progression.)

(Vocal style: Spoken-word whisper, completely dry and upfront in the center mix)

Day fourteen... or maybe fifteen.I stopped counting.

The house is so loud when it's this quiet.

(PRODUCTION: The piano continues. A deep, heavy sub-bass drone enters at 40Hz, vibrating the low end to create a sense of chest-tightening anxiety. In the background, a faint sound FX layer of falling rain mimics the movie.)

(Vocal style: Soft, breathy, singing right on the edge of breaking)

The television screen is flickering blue,

Rewinding the scenes that remind me of you.

The Notebook is playing, the credits start to roll,

Trying to use a movie to fill a massive hole.

They fought in the rain, but they stayed in the end,

Now I'm rewriting history with a broken pen.

Why couldn't our ending be beautiful too?

Instead of this silence... instead of losing you.

(PRODUCTION: The music suddenly drops its low end as a punchy, distorted 4x4 techno kick drum slams in on every beat. A dark, analog synth pluck mirrors the vocal line. The vocals are doubled with a pitched-down octave layer underneath for a haunting, dual-voice effect.)

(Vocal style: Melodic, powerful, but carrying an intense emotional weight)

The curtains are heavy, they’ve been closed for weeks,

No room for the sun, just the tears on my cheeks.

The shadows are stretching, they’re haunting the floor,

Making the walls close in more and more.

Everything’s faded, the color is gone,

Trapped in the gray, just waiting for dawn.

My fingers are tangled, staring blank at the wall,

My hair is as knotted... as the wreck of it all.

(PRODUCTION: The heavy kick drum stays, but a rapid shaker loop and closed hi-hats start ticking on the off-beats, pushing the track into a driving melodic techno groove. A wide string pad slowly opens its filter, getting brighter.)

(Vocal style: Rhythmic, steady, locked tight to the 132 BPM grid)

Every room is an echo of steps you used to take,

A ghost in the kitchen that I just can't shake.

The house feels so massive, yet I feel so small,

Shrinking away from the frames on the wall.

The void is a shadow that sleeps in your place,

Staring back at me, mocking your face.

(PRODUCTION: On the final word, the 4x4 kick drum and percussion cut out instantly on a sharp audio edit. The piano plays one final, sustained chord. A massive, cavernous 8-second reverb tail engulfs the vocal, letting it wash out into the distance. The deep sub-bass drone holds a single, continuous note into the silence.)

(Vocal style: Fading away into a distant, echoed whisper)

Just gray...

No light.

No space for the sun.

Just the knots in my hair...

And the damage you've done.

(PRODUCTION: The sub-bass drone holds the note for several seconds of empty space)