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Sovereign On Saltwater
(Verse 1)
Sun-bleached teak a perfect shade of done
The engine's been cold since twenty-one
Got legal papers blowing in the breeze
But they don't have a language I can read
The harbor master wears a permanent frown
I wave at him and turn the music up loud
Serving vintage champagne from yesterday
To all the gulls that seem to know my name
(Pre-Chorus)
They say the title isn't clear, they say I gotta go
But the sunset off this bow is the only home I know
I'm polishing the brass until it burns
I’m making up the rules and taking turns
With me, myself, and my authority
They can have the world, but this whole dock's for me
(Chorus)
This ain't possession, it's a residency
Anchored in a loophole of your memory
Painting over rust spots with a golden lie
Underneath a borrowed, billionaire sky
I'm sovereign on saltwater, king of the stay
This marina's my Republic, come what may
(Verse 2)
The generators hum a rebel's tune
Beneath a disconnected, silver moon
I treat the summons blowing from the shore
Like fancy party invites, nothing more
I map out new worlds on the condensation
A self-appointed chief of my own nation
One citizen who never pays the rent
My currency is boredom and dissent
(Pre-Chorus)
They say the power's cutting out, the water's running low
But the silhouette I make is one hell of a show
I'm flying flags that I designed last week
For this fortress of denial, sleek and chic
With me, myself, and my authority
Yeah, they can have the land, but all this water's for me
(Chorus)
This ain't possession, it's a residency
Anchored in a loophole of your memory
Painting over rust spots with a golden lie
Underneath a borrowed, billionaire sky
I'm sovereign on saltwater, king of the stay
This marina's my Republic, come what may
(Bridge)
The tide is a suggestion I refuse to take
I'm holding fast for yesterday's sweet sake
The mooring lines are groaning, pulling tight
But I just tell myself it's stage fright
Yeah, I tell myself it’s part of the prestige
Living out this beautiful, perfect siege
(Chorus)
This ain't possession, it's a residency
Anchored in a loophole of your memory
Painting over rust spots with a golden lie
Underneath a borrowed, billionaire sky
I'm sovereign on saltwater, king of the stay
This marina's my Republic, come what may
(Outro)
Come what may...
My Republic...
Yeah, I'm king of the stay...
Sun-bleached teak a perfect shade of done
And I'm not going anywhere... no, not for anyone.
About The Song
"Sovereign On Saltwater" uses the recent phenomenon of "yacht squatting" as a powerful metaphor for defiant emotional stasis. Inspired by news of individuals living on impounded superyachts, the song reframes this act of legal defiance into the story of someone who refuses to leave a relationship that is long over. The "yacht" is the beautiful, luxurious shell of the past, and the protagonist is the "squatter," living in a loophole of memory and ignoring all the legal and emotional "papers" that say it's time to move on. The sound is a deliberate, ironic nod to the breezy, confident synth-pop of artists like Sabrina Carpenter. This creates a stark contrast between the sun-drenched, carefree music and the dark, static reality of the lyrics, mirroring how a person can project an image of control and luxury while being emotionally trapped in a gilded cage of their own making.
Production Notes
Genre: Synth-Pop / Indie Pop
Tempo: 118 BPM
Vocal Style: The delivery should be effortlessly cool, almost conversational in the verses, with a slightly breathy but confident tone. Think cheeky and detached. The chorus vocal should open up slightly but maintain a sense of controlled poise, avoiding big, raw emotion to sell the protagonist's denial.
Mics & Vocal Chain: A Neumann U 87 for clarity and presence. Chain: Neve 1073 preamp -> Tube-Tech CL 1B compressor (for smooth, pop-ready compression) -> a touch of slapback delay and a large hall reverb sent low in the mix.
Instrumentation: The track is built on a tight, groovy bassline (like a Fender P-Bass played with a pick) and a four-on-the-floor drum machine beat (think LinnDrum or Roland TR-707 samples). The key sonic elements are layers of vintage-style synths (Juno-60, Prophet-5) playing shimmering pads, a simple, catchy descending arpeggio for the main hook, and some plucky synth stabs in the chorus. An electric guitar, clean with chorus and delay, can subtly double the synth arpeggio to add texture.
Arrangement: Keep the arrangement sparse in the verses to focus on the vocal and bassline. The pre-chorus should build tension with rising synth pads and a more active hi-hat pattern. The chorus should be fuller but not cluttered, letting the main vocal and synth hook shine. The bridge should strip back to just vocals and a pulsing synth pad before a subtle drum fill launches back into the final, impactful chorus. Mix automation is key to making the synth elements dance around the vocal.
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