A haunting, mid-tempo character study on the duality of self, blending spectral atmosphere with a heavy emotional pivot between the ghosts of the past and the uncertainty of the present.
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Story behind the song
The Movements:
0:00 0:54: [The Midnight Vigil]: The track opens with a sparse, atmospheric arrangement. A resonant, bluesy piano motif mirrors the "someone in the glass," creating a sense of isolation and nocturnal tension.
0:54 1:36: [The Narrative Trap]: The development thickens as the lyrics discuss the "stories we tell ourselves." The instrumentation builds with a low-register bass presence, symbolizing the "locking in" effect of personal myths.
1:36 2:20: [The Soul’s Equator]: A powerful dynamic shift occurs during the chorus. The piano transitions from melodic to rhythmic "stabs," emphasizing the struggle of the "middle-man" caught between two versions of himself.
2:20 2:48: [The Quiet Friend]: The resolution softens into a contemplative state. The "whisper" of the past is represented by a decaying reverb trail, leading to a final, cold silence that mimics the empty mirror.
Lyrics and concept by Ward C Locke. Music produced
Lyrics
Wake up midnight, someone’s in the glass
I said, I wake up midnight, someone’s in the glass
Got a look like they’re waiting, for a ghost that’s passed.
We tell ourselves stories just to breathe again
Lord, we tell ourselves stories just to breathe again
But some of them stories, they just lock us in.
There’s a line in the middle, a line in the soul
Between the man I was and the man I hold
One foot is shaking, one foot is grand
I’m just a middle-man trying to stand.
Still figuring it out.
Past don’t die, it just learns to whisper low
No, the past don’t die, it just whispers real low
Used to be a scream, now it’s a friend I know.
The mirror is empty, but the glass is cold
Stop talking now... let the truth be told.
