Fire

Fire is a single released by Trig Jegman on March 19, 2024. Unlike most other previous works, which are decidedly more instrumental, this was deliberately written to be a commerical post-punk, rock adjacent song. Something that could hypothetically be heard over the radio. Lyrics have never been a particularly strong point, and something that had been generally avoided due to concerns of sounding immature, cringey, or being ineffective at getting a point across. While everyone's gotta start somewhere, the final product still needs to be better than bottom of the barrel. This ended up being pretty good, though, so it seems like the concerns were for nothing.

Lyrically, this work can be boiled down to "I hate my ex girlfriend", or at least broadly speaks about seeing the end of a relationship before it actually has finished. Something experimented with was the idea of an expanding chorus, where every time it happens a new section is added over time. This ended up working out really well, and its not as noticable as it sounds. The bridge is admittedly a favorite in writing. It is also in reference to a concept that it is a good thing that fire burns within the visible light spectrum. If fire was invisible to perception, it would cause a lot more problems than it already does.

This was certainly a vocal challenge to execute.

The B-side on streaming services is a re-release of πe, an extended ambience piece. More information can be found about this work on the πe page. 

How fortunate that we can see fire

How fortunate that we can see fire

Lie down

Give in

Throw away all of your serotonin

Submit

Dismiss

You know you'd do anything for this

To feel free from it all

Feel free and fly away

I can see the end of the horizon

The time is up for me

The death of now approaching

The birth of history

How fortunate that we can see fire

Quiet

Silence

And hope you remember the sembelence

of love

and dreams

Even though we broke apart it seems

Now I'm free from it all

Feel free and flown away

I can see the end of the horizon

The time is up for me

The death of now approaching

The birth of history

I can see the end of days

Where everything will still go on

To think that it would end here

On my own

How fortunate that we can see fire

How fortunate that we can see fire

And it's been minutes, hours, days, weeks

And yet we still have this chance to speak into

years, decades, centuries

There was no way out for you or me

and how fortunate that we can see fire

I can see the end of the horizon

The time is up for me

The death of now approaching

The birth of history

I can see the end of days

Where everything will still go on

To think it would end here

On my own

I thought it might've meant something

When you begged me not to go

Or was it me begging you
I don't care, I don't know