let's see what's hidin' behind the hills .


beat : Daniel Paris Production


Take the road with me tonight
I wanna hold you close in the dark of night
I wanna - see you again
'Cause I can't pass another sunset without you, my dear 

And I wanna hear your voice
'Cause it's been years since I left
But I still remember it
Oh, ohh
And I wanna see you dancing in the river
'Cause I'm tired of waiting for a shadow of the past
Oh, my dear 

And I feel like I'm fading away
If you join me a little too late, just
Throw my bones in a grave in front of the sunset
And let me rest 

And I wanna hear your voice
'Cause it's been years since I left
But I still remember it
Oh, ohh
And I wanna see you dancing in the river
'Cause I'm tired of waiting for a shadow of the past
Oh, my dear 

Here I am, and you know I do all I can
All these pills and all this alcohol got me slow
Ooh
Through the night, I call your name but its all in vain
I'll sit there and I'll wait until the stars fall out of the sky 

And I wanna hear your voice
'Cause it's been years since I left
But I still remember it
Oh, ohh
And I wanna see you dancing in the river
'Cause I'm tired of waiting for a shadow of the past
Oh, my dear

Shadows of your voice ( ft. tetrivoid )

Stayed is an album about the kinds of love that don’t shout, but linger. Built on quiet moments, half-closed doors, and the echoes of words never said, each track traces the soft ache of connection—how it forms, how it frays, and how it somehow endures. These aren’t grand declarations. They’re confessions left on voice memos. Glances held too long. Goodbyes that felt like maybe.

With textures ranging from ambient folk to cinematic indie, Stayed drifts through longing, memory, and stillness. Some songs ask to be heard in headphones at midnight. Others belong to empty roads or rooms that still hold someone’s scent.

This is not an album about falling in love.
It’s an album about the people who never left you—
even when they did.

Like I Belonged

This enchanting, introspective ballad weaves together poetic lyricism and lush instrumentation to evoke a sense of effortless freedom and emotional surrender. Delicate fingerpicked guitar and hand percussion create a warm, swaying foundation, while muted violin swells add a dreamlike, cinematic quality. The female vocal floats effortlessly, delivering tender reflections on love as a liberating force—not bound by rules, but flowing like a dance in "perfect rhyme." The chorus soars with a mantra-like simplicity, embracing love’s ambiguity ("just shades of gray") as the ultimate truth. The bridge and outro dissolve into a meditative release, as if the song itself is a whispered invitation to let go and move with life’s rhythm. Ethereal yet grounded, it’s a hymn to unscripted connection, leaving the listener suspended in its gentle, fading harmony.

[Verse 1]
No chains of longing, no endless fight
Freedom hums where the heart takes flight
No demands, no hollow chase
Just the rhythm of love’s sweet grace

[Pre-Chorus]
Let passion burn, but let it flow
A choice, a path—where hearts can grow
Not bound by fear, not lost in time
Just a soul in perfect rhyme

[Chorus]
Love is the answer, love is the way
No right, no wrong—just shades of gray
Feel the moment, set it free
Dance in love’s harmony

[Verse 2]
The world’s a stage, we’re wild and free
More than shadows, more than dreams
No script to follow, no lines to recite
Just the dance we paint in light

[Bridge] 
Breathe it in, just let it be
Your heart’s the song, your soul runs free
Don’t ask for more, don’t fear the night
Just love, just live—let the dance write the story

[Outro] 
Love is the answer, love is the way
No walls, no wars—just shades of gray
Let it rise, let it stay
Dance in harmony… and fade away

[End]

Na Mo Ben Shi Da Zi Zai Wang Fo


Love Is The Way

Always a Place for You is a warm, nostalgic soft rock ballad in the spirit of the 1970’s singer-songwriter era. With gentle acoustic guitar, Rhodes piano, and lush harmonies, this track captures the bittersweet feeling of missing someone deeply while giving them the freedom to live their life. Inspired by the tender, timeless sound of 70's Folk, it’s a song about love that never fades, even when distance grows.

Let the mellow groove, golden-hour tones, and heartfelt lyrics take you back to a time when music wrapped around you like a summer breeze.

#AlwaysAPlaceForYou #70sSoftRock #SingerSongwriter #VintageVibes #AcousticFolkPop #RetroSound #LoveSong #NostalgicVibes #SummerBreezeFeel #AcousticGuitar #RhodesPiano #VocalHarmonies #SoftRockBallad #HeartfeltLyrics #FolkRock #ClassicSound #MellowGroove #SoundtrackToLife #RetroRomance

Always a Place for You

Free Spirit

Remember_ from lyrics of 91 with a 25 hint

You thought I wouldn’t know?

All of Me, Never Enough

For hours and hours now
I have showered and showered
trying to wash away my sins.
But as soon as one sin goes
another one shows up and jumps in.
It's not about splashing the cash-
dirty money won't change a thing.

Once my skin had a beautiful tan
but now I am a very pale white man
screwed by the midday news
that you can bathe and bathe away
but your sins will stay on your skin.
They will stay forever and a day.

I might grow blue with the cold,
sing the blues until I'm old,
buy myself a burial plot
in the field of the forgotten.
White cotton hair. Aching bones.
I have been rubbish at atonement.

*

(chorus)
Can you find it
.....in yourself to be kind.
Bring me a very large towel
and help me sit and unwind.
Let me howl like a hurt canine.

I've been the victim of sin
from when I was a baby child.
I was wild. I was disquieting.
I grew to kiss every known sin
on its Cupid chinny chin chin.
I let sin be the light in my life.
It brought me pleasure and strife.
It brought me immeasurable pain.

I'm going to
swiftly get back in that shower-
let it rain,
.....let it rain,
..........let it rain.
Please God let me back in.
Let me sneak back in
.....and I'll never speak of sin again.

Oh! Can you find it
.....in yourself to be kind.
Bring me a very large towel
and help me sit and unwind.
Let me howl like a hurt canine.

I've been the victim of sin
from when I was a baby child.
I was wild. I was disquieting.
I grew to kiss every known sin
on its Cupid chinny chin chin.
I let sin be the light in my life.
It brought me pleasure and strife.
It brought me immeasurable pain.

I'm going to 
swiftly get back in that shower-
let it rain,
.....let it rain,
..........let it rain.
Please God let me back in.
Let me sneak back in
.....and I'll never speak of sin again.

*

Please God let me back in.
Let me sneak back in
.....and I'll never speak of sin again.

Please God let me back in.
Let me sneak back in
.....and I'll never speak of sin again.

Please God let me back in.
Let me sneak back in
.....and I'll never speak of sin again.

LET ME BACK IN

Postmarked Goodbye


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.

Fallow and Fade are a Sheffield-based folk trio weaving raw northern stories into stripped-back acoustic songs. With harmonica, guitar, and harmonies, they draw from lost pubs, concrete estates, and the quiet strength of working-class life. Their debut tracks Steel City Ghost and The Porter Song blend grit and warmth — music for those who still find poetry in boarded windows and river paths.

Free Spirit

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