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You Drew An Ocean On My Maps
(Verse 1)
I had it all in monochrome, a predictable design
Traced my shipping lanes in ink, a perfect, steady line
Future was a port of call I knew that I would reach
Each day another cargo hold filled up with what they teach
Keep your head down, guard the load, don't deviate the course
Felt the engine of my pride, a solid, calming force
Then you walked in like a new tide, with colors in your hands
I was just another Tuesday, you held other, wilder plans
(Pre-Chorus)
I tried to navigate around you, treat you like a passing squall
Some temporary turbulence, before the market’s call
But you’re this biologically impossible…
And I'm watching my compass spin, no logic left at all
(Chorus)
You drew an ocean on my maps, where the safe harbor used to be
You’re building this new coastline, that strands the heart in me
All the freighters of my best-laid plans are dead now in the sea
'Cause you grew a beautiful, impossible reef
Right in front of me
(Verse 2)
I’m wrestling currents in my sleep, I'm holding panels on the phone
Trying to get jurisdiction on a feeling I don't own
They say to blast it, break it up, and clear the channel through
But they don't know the damage that that kind of shock would do
'Cause down below the gridlock, in the deep and silent blue
Something is alive down there, and it looks a lot like you
(Pre-Chorus)
And I'm arguing with no one, shouting warnings at the waves
This kind of growth is baffling, it's how a good man misbehaves
It’s this biologically impossible…
And all my plotted futures now feel like forgotten graves
(Chorus)
You drew an ocean on my maps, where the safe harbor used to be
You’re building this new coastline, that strands the heart in me
All the freighters of my best-laid plans are dead now in the sea
'Cause you grew a beautiful, impossible reef
Right in front of me
(Bridge)
I'm calling off the demolition
I'm telling all my ships to hold
It’s better to be stranded here
Than live a story I've been told
I'm renouncing all my business
To learn the language of this place
This uncharted territory… written on your face
(Chorus/Outro)
You drew an ocean on my maps, where my safe harbor used to be
You built this new damn coastline, just to make a fool of me
And all the wreckage of my best-laid plans, is all that I can see
Floating on this beautiful, impossible reef…
You're impossible… you’re the reef…
And I'm finally, finally… free.
About The Song
“You Drew An Ocean On My Maps” transforms a global headline about a bizarrely fast-growing coral reef blocking a major shipping route into a deeply personal metaphor for an unexpected, life-altering love. The news story's core emotion isn't just logistical chaos; it's the bewilderment of facing something beautiful, natural, and utterly immovable that completely upends the 'normal' flow of life. This song captures that feeling—the carefully plotted “shipping lanes” of a person’s career and life plans being irrevocably blocked by the “impossible growth” of a love that defies logic and timing. The protagonist is left stranded, forced to abandon their old maps and confront this terrifying, beautiful new reality. Musically, it channels the raw, soulful delivery of an artist like Teddy Swims to convey the immense weight of the emotion, while layering it with the dramatic synth-pop textures and theatrical flair of Chappell Roan, mirroring the surreal, 'biologically impossible' nature of the experience.
Production Notes
Genre: Soulful Synth-Pop / R&B Ballad
Tempo: 78 BPM, with a steady, weighty four-on-the-floor kick that drops out in the verses.
Vocal Chain: A high-end tube mic like a Neumann U 67 to capture warmth and grit. The vocal should be forward and powerful, using a chain of a Teletronix LA-2A for smooth compression and a touch of Pultec EQP-1A for air and body. Heavy parallel compression should be automated to slam in on the choruses for maximum impact.
Arrangement: Verses are sparse – a pulsing, filtered Juno-60 synth bass, clean delayed guitar arpeggios, and the lead vocal, feeling intimate and isolated. The Pre-Chorus builds with rising pads and a simple drum machine pattern (LinnDrum). The Chorus explodes with a wall of sound: huge layered harmony stacks on the main hook, a powerful, live-sounding drum kit, and shimmering Oberheim synth pads. The bridge should strip back to just piano and voice, feeling raw and confessional, before the final chorus hits even harder.
Mix Automation: Automate a wide stereo delay on the main vocal during the chorus hook (“harbor used to be…”) to create a sense of vast, open space, mimicking the ocean metaphor. During the bridge, automate a subtle tape saturation plugin on the vocal to increase its intensity and perceived emotion as it builds.
Performance Note: The vocalist must channel a sense of being completely overwhelmed but trying to maintain composure. Verses are controlled and slightly pained. The choruses need a full-throated, soulful belt, bordering on breaking, embodying the feeling of finally 'losing control.' The final lines should be delivered with a mix of exhaustion and revelation.
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