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Off The Coast Of Somewhere True
(Verse 1)
You handed me the map, drawn out in gold-leaf ink
Promised me a shoreline, gave my heart a drink
From a sea that looked so honest, a current pulling north
I was navigating by you, for all that I was worth
I started tracing shipping lanes that never seemed to meet
A perfect set of coordinates for a place that felt incomplete.
(Pre-Chorus)
Now my docks are full of questions, the tide is full of dread
There’s a falsified signal pulsing in my head
It says you’re right here with me, solid on the screen
But there’s a cold space next to me where you have never been.
(Chorus)
‘Cause you’re just a phantom ship, a lie on the blue
Off the coast of somewhere true
But baby, somewhere isn’t you
You’re just a warning light, a manufactured name
And I’m the one who’s taking all the logistical blame
For believing in a ghost, I guess the joke’s on me
There’s nothing but blank water where you claim to be.
(Verse 2)
And every single friendly port is asking after you
“Heard he was in Singapore, I thought he was in Peru”
So I patch the empty radio and nod and play the part
I’m rewriting all the shipping lanes inside my broken chart
Trying to make the wreckage of your story sound sincere
But my own two eyes keep telling me, there’s nothing sailing here.
(Pre-Chorus)
Yeah my docks are jammed with questions, the tide is black with dread
That falsified signal is screaming in my head
It says you’re right here with me, steady on the screen
But there’s a hollowness inside me where your love has never been.
(Chorus)
‘Cause you’re just a phantom ship, a lie on the blue
Off the coast of somewhere true
But baby, somewhere isn’t you
You’re just a warning light, a manufactured name
And I’m the one who’s taking all the logistical blame
For believing in a ghost, I guess the joke’s on me
There’s nothing but blank water where you claim to be.
(Bridge)
Maybe you were never even launched at all
Just a blueprint that I saw before the fall
And I’m the fool who built the harbor, I'm the fool who built the pier
I built it for a fantasy that never anchored here.
I drew your name on everything, I wore it like a brand...
While I was holding empty ocean in the dry land of my hand.
(Outro)
Now I’m erasing your coordinates... (clear the registry)
Recalibrating everything... (it’s only me)
Yeah, I’m clearing out the channel... (deleting history)
You’re nothing but blank water...
Where you used to be.
About The Song
This song translates the surreal news of 'phantom ships'—vessels that manipulate their digital tracking signals to appear in locations they aren't—into a powerful metaphor for relationship deception. It captures the specific, modern confusion of being gaslit by a partner who projects a false identity. The protagonist is the emotional navigator, whose entire world is thrown into logistical and psychological chaos because the 'map' of their partner is a fabrication. The lyrics follow the journey from trusting the 'signal', to the dawning dread, the explosive realization, and finally, the active process of reclaiming one's own reality by erasing the fraudulent coordinates. It merges the intimate, breathy build-up and raw emotional release of artists like Billie Eilish with the sharp, rhythmic cadence of modern pop acts like Tate McRae to create a track that feels both deeply personal and anthemically defiant.
Production Notes
Vocals: The verses should be close-mic'd with a warm tube mic (like a Neumann U 47) for an intimate, present feel. Minimal effects, just light compression. Pre-chorus introduces a subtle slap delay and some saturation to build tension. The chorus vocal is an explosion: double-tracked, aggressive, sung into a bright condenser (like a C800G) with parallel distortion and a wide stereo reverb. The bridge returns to the intimate verse tone, maybe even drier, as if whispering to oneself. The outro features layered vocal stacks, some processed with a hard autotune and others panned wide, creating a sense of internal and external voices resolving.
Arrangement: The track begins sparse: a filtered, pulsating synth bass and a simple, syncopated kick/snap pattern. In the pre-chorus, a filtered arpeggiated synth melody (like a Juno-60) fades in, with risers building underneath. The chorus hits like a wall of sound: a deep sub-bass, layered live and 808 drums, and distorted, wide synth chords. The bridge should strip everything away to just a somber piano or Rhodes progression and the raw vocal. The outro rebuilds the chorus intensity but ends abruptly on the final line, cutting to silence.
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