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Anchor
album cover
Anchor was released on December 3, 2025 by Henry Blaeser as a part of the album Whale
AlbumWhale
December 3, 2025
LabelHenry Blaeser
LanguageEnglish
BPM
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy

Music Video

Music Video

Lyrics

You're calling officer Smee
Instead of facing your sea
I can't go breaking my deed
Laid up, delaying your grief
Don't haul your ship off to me
I'm busy staving my genes
Why fly my plane in a tree
When water's taking my seat?
Why wasn't I the pilot?
Cuz I'm crying over my first gray hair
Was social butterflying
2011 wasn't time to Take Care
I thought that I could fly in
And sail between the lines that we share
But if I never dive in
I'll never find a dime that's laid there
Wanted to show you that I wanna get free
Wanted to fish out all the children in me
I wanna fill all the silence with a delicate sea
He's finna get violent when you're messaging me
Oh man, I wasn't an incel and I wasn't a creep
Wanted to fit well in a similar jean
I wanna drown all the cis men in my hell of a sea
He's getting your good gown to rip at the seam, Anchoring
You call it off cuz you see
I'm in your anemones
Am I not shocking your dreams
Of laying late in the sea?
Just bring your ship back to me
And we can sail out but, jeez
You pick the plane next to me
Instead of taking your seat
Be careful who you play with
Not every man is sailing for you
If you're living in a basement
Pretending that you play for The Crew
Now I'm Nicholas caving
Anchored in my lines of despair
Cuz if I never dive in
I'll Neverland a dime that's laid there
Wanted to show you that I wanna get free
Wanted to fish out all the children in me
I wanna fill all the silence with a delicate sea
He's finna get violent when you're messaging me
Oh man, I wasn't an incel and I wasn't a creep
Wanted to fit well in a similar jean
I wanna drown all the cis men in my hell of a sea
He's getting your good gown to rip at the seam, Anchoring
And so we laid out to sea
Which man can stay down with me?
Go get your Compass and breathe
Your brother's fake energy
I am home grown, don't you see?
Go check your TechnoMarine
And all your sirens will sing
Of ancient places you need
A city full of angels
The sycophants sit there, seaside
Alliterate your pages
And liberate their bright one-track-minds
While living on a spaceship
I sail between the lines that they share
But if I never dive in
I'll never find a dime that's laid there
Wanted to show you that I wanna get free
Wanted to fish out all the children in me
I wanna fill all the silence with a delicate sea
He's finna get violent when you're messaging me
Oh man, I wasn't an incel and I wasn't a creep
Wanted to fit well in a similar jean
I wanna drown all the cis men in my hell of a sea
He's getting your good gown to rip at the seam, Anchoring
Written by: Joel Henry Blaeser
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