There Should Be Some Kind Of Reckoning

heartfelt, intimate, stripped-down, melancholic singer-songwriter ballad with strong hymn-like & folk influences | no humming | acoustic grand piano | arpeggios layered with subtle, atmospheric synthesizers | uses major 7ths, musical suspensions (hanging notes that beg to be resolved) & deliberate dissonant (sour) notes that perfectly convey the feeling of heartbreak | unusual chord sequences | introspective tempo of around 62 BPM, vocal melody is uniquely written in iambic tetrameter, a rhythmic meter often used in classical poetry that gives the phrasing a seamless, flowing quality, male vocal performance is intimate & conversational, versatile, expressive baritone-tenor voice characterized by a warm, slightly raspy timbre | no drums | long Intro | lots of hooks | melodic |catchy | memorable | song ends at outro & lyrics & singing does not continue or repeat after outro | END SONG AFTER OUTRO!

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[Intro]

[Long Intro | NO HUMMING!]

[Verse 1] 
He blamed the weather for the weather 
Said gravity was feeling strange 
He swore the calendar betrayed him 
When every meeting got rearranged 
The coffee mug accepted blame 
The office fern confessed as well 
The copier wrote a long apology 
While he said, "I think things went quite well."

[Pre-Chorus] 
Every bridge has somehow burned itself 
Every ship just sailed away alone 
Every mess arrived pre-assembled 
Like it grew there on its own

[Chorus] 
There should be some kind of reckoning 
A tiny bell, a flashing light 
A heavenly clerk with reading glasses 
Saying, "Let's review last Tuesday night."
 Not vengeance, not eternal torment 
No thunderbolts descending fast
 Just one polite but awkward meeting 
Where your excuses finally don't last

[Verse 2] 
He called mistakes "creative outcomes" 
He called delays "extended thought" 
He called forgotten obligations 
"Lessons everybody ought..." 
To somehow teach themselves in silence 
While he accepted no critique
 If shamelessness were an Olympic sport 
He'd get a medal seven days a week

[Pre-Chorus] 
Every promise came with footnotes 
Every deadline moved by chance 
Every truth was softly edited
 To improve its circumstance

[Chorus] 
There should be some kind of reckoning 
A kindly judge with perfect hearing 
Who lets you finish every sentence 
Then says, "That's not what we're all hearing." 
No dungeon made of fire and brimstone 
No endless guilt or public shaming 
Just every sentence cross-examined 
Before reality starts blaming

[Bridge]
 Imagine all the silence 
Getting equal time to speak 
The traffic jams he'd always cited 
How he couldn’t turn the other cheek 
The dog who ate important paperwork 
Would simply clear his throat and grin
 "Friend... I wasn't even born back then. 
Please don't drag me in."

[Piano Interlude]

[Verse 3] 
He got promoted after failures 
For "thinking boldly out of bounds" 
They gave him bigger responsibilities
 To spread the damage all around 
The smoke detector won an Emmy
 The warning signs all went on vacation 
Apparently repeating nonsense 
Counts as valuable innovation

[Pre-Chorus] 
Every second chance got copied 
Every loophole multiplied
 It's amazing how a bad idea 
Can absolutely thrive

[Final Chorus]
There should be some kind of reckoning
Where broken trust can still be found
Where every careless word we've spoken
Finally echoes back around
Not to condemn the weak or foolish
Not to reopen every scar
But so tomorrow's better choices
Can begin with who we are

[Outro] 
No lightning struck 
No heavens spoke 
No headline filled the air 
The hardest judge 
Has always been... 
The one who's in the mirror there
Maybe every reckoning
Begins with humility
When responsibility
Finally has its day

[Outro]

[End]

[End Song]

[End,End,End]

[End Now]

[NO MORE SONG | END PLEASE]

[Instruments Stop]

[Silence]

[Definitive end to song]

[End]

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[Intro] [Long Intro | NO HUMMING!]  [Verse 1]  He blamed the weather for the weather  Said gravity was feeling strange  He swore the calendar betrayed him  When every meeting got rearranged  The coffee mug accepted blame  The office fern confessed as well  The copier wrote a long apology  While he said, "I think things went quite well." [Pre-Chorus]  Every bridge has somehow burned itself  Every ship just sailed away alone  Every mess arrived pre-assembled  Like it grew there on its own [Chorus]  There should be some kind of reckoning  A tiny bell, a flashing light  A heavenly clerk with reading glasses  Saying, "Let's review last Tuesday night."  Not vengeance, not eternal torment  No thunderbolts descending fast  Just one polite but awkward meeting  Where your excuses finally don't last [Verse 2]  He called mistakes "creative outcomes"  He called delays "extended thought"  He called forgotten obligations  "Lessons everybody ought..."  To somehow teach themselves in silence  While he accepted no critique  If shamelessness were an Olympic sport  He'd get a medal seven days a week [Pre-Chorus]  Every promise came with footnotes  Every deadline moved by chance  Every truth was softly edited  To improve its circumstance [Chorus]  There should be some kind of reckoning  A kindly judge with perfect hearing  Who lets you finish every sentence  Then says, "That's not what we're all hearing."  No dungeon made of fire and brimstone  No endless guilt or public shaming  Just every sentence cross-examined  Before reality starts blaming [Bridge]  Imagine all the silence  Getting equal time to speak  The traffic jams he'd always cited  How he couldn’t turn the other cheek  The dog who ate important paperwork  Would simply clear his throat and grin  "Friend... I wasn't even born back then.  Please don't drag me in." [Piano Interlude] [Verse 3]  He got promoted after failures  For "thinking boldly out of bounds"  They gave him bigger responsibilities  To spread the damage all around  The smoke detector won an Emmy  The warning signs all went on vacation  Apparently repeating nonsense  Counts as valuable innovation [Pre-Chorus]  Every second chance got copied  Every loophole multiplied  It's amazing how a bad idea  Can absolutely thrive [Final Chorus] There should be some kind of reckoning Where broken trust can still be found Where every careless word we've spoken Finally echoes back around Not to condemn the weak or foolish Not to reopen every scar But so tomorrow's better choices Can begin with who we are [Outro]  No lightning struck  No heavens spoke  No headline filled the air  The hardest judge  Has always been...  The one who's in the mirror there Maybe every reckoning Begins with humility When responsibility Finally has its day [Outro] [End] [End Song] [End,End,End] [End Now] [NO MORE SONG | END PLEASE] [Instruments Stop] [Silence] [Definitive end to song] [End]

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