Alyssa Jane and SV Deliver a Haunting Reflection on Perseverance in "One Who Wins"
Alyssa Jane’s single “One Who Wins,” a collaboration with producer SV, is a soulful deep dive into exhaustion, self-reflection and the weight of perseverance. The song’s mellow yet complex production provides a hypnotic combination of neo-soul and indie R&B as Alyssa’s gauzy vocals float over a breezily relaxed beat. There’s a spellbinding quality to her voice — crisp and tender both — that lures the listener into her brooding universe.
Lyrically, “One Who Wins” offers a vivid picture of emotional exhaustion. The lines “I’ve been sitting on the subway, missing all the stops” and “Not gonna be the one who wins” evoke that sense of aimlessness and wandering through life — free but also burdened by past choices. This recurring imagery of movement — miles, the subways, the open road — parallels the internal movement of trying to escape one’s own mind only to find the same emotional baggage. SV’s production gives it a signature edge, especially in the parts where he hews back the contours of Alyssa’s vocals, letting in subtle distortions that echo the song’s narrative of disconnection and searching.
The chorus hangs like an exhalation, an acknowledgment of defeat contained in a haunting melody. This song doesn’t just tell a story — it drags you into its environment and leaves you in a smoky haze of bittersweet sadness and survival. “A One Who Wins” is a testament to Alyssa Jane’s artistry that even traumas can be lovely to look at in reflected light.
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