Blue Hours

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This song is about deep ancestral memory.  The hum of humanity before history was written. 

It channels the lost world of Doggerland and the Happisburgh footprints, imagining our Mesolithic ancestors as ghostly teachers who left no tombs, no kings, no creeds. Just tools, fire, rhythm, and a way of moving through the world.

It’s about the continuity between them and you: how their songs are still inside, deep within your marrow. 
How their dances are in your instincts, how the landscape itself remembers them. 

At its core, this is a love letter to the unnamed, unremembered people who taught humanity how to be.

[Lyrics]

[Intro]
The sea took the map.
But the rhythm stayed.
The cliffs forgot their edges,
But we still walk sideways.

[Verse 1]
Hollow bone, red flint grin,
We drew suns on mammoth skin.
Laughed in fog, named no stars,
But knew which beasts carried gods in their scars.

Footprints fade, but not the dance.
We moved like reeds in death’s romance.
Teeth in the trees. Fire in the floods.
Crabs read our future in salted bloods.

[Chorus]
We don’t write songs, we leak them.
In marrow. In mist. In eel-light rhythm.
The sea sings backwards in Dogger tongue,
And you, little spark, still hum what we’ve sung.
(We were here. We are here. Shhh.)

[Verse 2]
Weapons made of antler bloom,
Tools that dreamt before the loom.
Lion sleep in fox-hole grin,
Happisburgh held the ache within.

You think you're new?
You think you built?
We taught the stone to split the silt.
A blade is a memory.
So is a cliff.
We die sideways, and still we shift.

[Bridge]

This land is a lung.
It breathes in gulls and spits out gods.
Step soft the ghosts are barefoot.

[Final Chorus]

We left no crown.
We left no creed.
We gave you the rhythm,
You called it need.

No tombs.
No names.
Just tools.
Just flames.

And a lighthouse built on our hum.

[Outro ]
The cliff falls.
The hum stays.
So will you.

copyright ©️ Dendritedisco [Laura Keablr] [2025] all rights reserved.

We Drew Suns.

so this is the awakening, a twisted reflection, 
more shattered than yesterday.
gotta deal with the pain, the loss of love — the real one,
that leaves a bitter taste — fear is crowned the queen in here.
i broke my hoop, and my brain is plotting regicide.

Chorus:
what is this flame that keeps on dancing,
that stands upright through the night?
if she’s the lover of my pyre,
then let her set it all alight.

i’ve given too much skin, don’t call me to tan my hide.
keep your glasses of water, your extra drops and your wax statues.
i ain’t no poet and i don’t care — i see only cowards, i’m their center,
 i’m a part of it, i’m their chanter, and i never run out of targets.

Chorus:
what is this flame that keeps on dancing,
that stands upright through the night?
if she’s the lover of my pyre,
then let her set it all alight.

so here it is, the exit — sorry, it ain’t any prettier.
if that’s the end of the tunnel, i won’t chew the coming words.
i don’t know what this universe wants, but i’m not sure it’s the right math.
it smells of spite inside my silence, kingdom of my twisted thoughts.

Chorus:
what is this flame that keeps on dancing,
that stands upright through the night?
if she’s the lover of my pyre,
then let her set it all alight.

the one i hear ain’t happy, not sure that bastard’s planning peace.
anyway, inside of me, demons are playing in the wound.
there’s a taste of déjà vu, like a black cat after nine lives.
let’s undress the disillusion — there it is, fear looks prettier.

Chorus (final):
what is this flame that keeps on dancing,
that stands upright through the night?
if she’s the lover of my pyre,
then let her set it all alight.


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