A song for anyone who’s ever had to perform sanity while breaking quietly behind the eyes.

Told from the raw, rhythmic perspective of a psychiatric nurse, mother, partner, and daughter, this track traverses the liminal spaces between roles, breakdowns, and breakthroughs.

It opens in the psych ward, where chaos is clinical and every whisper might be a cry for help. The narrator—sharp, stoic, emotionally fluent—translates delusion and despair like a second language. But beneath the steel exterior, her own fractures hum like radio static.

Copyright:
Written and owned by [Laura Keable]. All rights reserved.
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Daughter, Nurse, Mother, Lover.

Soundtracks for overstimulated souls, lyrical detours for the late-diagnosed, and bangers for the kids who cried at the end of Art Attack.

I’m a lyricist through and through —
Each track hints at the vibe I imagine, but I’m under no illusion — these songs need to be lifted off the page and into the lungs of someone who can do them justice.

If something speaks to you, I'm always open to collaboration or hearing your take.

Just don’t ask me to sing. Seriously. I’d ruin it for both of us.

All uploaded songs will remain copywritied by myself  [DendriteDisco]©️ [2025]