take it slow

i-think-she-likes-me

O parte din mine

No One's In My Way Today

letting go (acoustic)

Cold hands, hot sky,
streetlights bloom like warning signs.
We talk low, we breathe slow,
counting echoes in the glow.

Pre‑Chorus
Every step a borrowed spark,
every promise finds the dark.

Chorus
While the fire burns, don’t speak the ash,
let the cinders learn our names.
Hold the line where night turns glass,
walk the wire through the flames.
While the fire burns, don’t chase the smoke —
it only circles back again.
Keep your heartbeat close to mine,
’til the dawn unhooks the chain.

Verse 2
Dry lips, wet rain,
memory hums a one‑note train.
We stand still, the city tilts,
truth shows through the minor rifts.

Pre‑Chorus
Every signal red then white,
every wound rehearses light.

Chorus
While the fire burns… (repeat)

Bridge (drop to drums + organ)
If we fall, we fall together,
past the noise the sirens sow.
If we rise, we rise like weather —
quiet thunder, undertow.

Final Chorus (bigger, layered vox)
While the fire burns, don’t name the fear,
names just feed the open flame.
Let the morning find us here,
unafraid to say our name.

fire burns

water all around


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.

Indie Pop, Dreampop, Hypnagogic Pop, Chillwave, Neo-Psychedelica, Jangle Pop, Bedroom Pop, indie Rock, Alternative

don’t speak to the driver

I was always alone.
But in the rain, I became my own shadow.

What they say about his song:
"A confession whispered in thunder, where solitude turns into strength."

A silent rain falls as CoCo Mirage stands with closed eyes in the tropical light. His voice carries the longing for closeness, yet it remains unfulfilled—transformed into a melancholic echo. This song is a confession of solitude, an intimate testimony that breathes through the falling drops.
Every chord resounds like a heartbeat, every verse unveils another layer of silence. “I Was Always Alone” is not just a song—it is a state of being, an inner tremor, an unveiled mirror.

All music, lyrics, and visual artwork created in collaboration between human artistry and AI technology. © 2025 Mirage – All rights reserved.

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