Dragula

Lanterns in the Fog is a meditative journey through the quiet corners of the soul—where introspection flickers like light in the haze. Blending melancholic electronic textures with soft lo-fi beats and intimate vocals, this album explores themes of vulnerability, memory, and emotional resilience. Each track is a metaphor, a gentle beacon guiding listeners through moments of solitude, sorrow, and subtle hope. It’s music for the late-night thinker, the silent dreamer, and anyone searching for warmth in the unknown.

Lanterns in the Fog

What No One's Thinking

The Big Goodbye

[Verse]
The fragile line that's often crossed
A quiet scream
A heavy cost
Between the light
The shadow's toss
I stand here still
But feel so lost

[Chorus]
Fragile line
It's paper-thin
One step out
One step in
Fragile line
Where do you go
The highs
The lows
The ebb
The flow

[Verse 2]
The dark's a whisper
The light's a shout
A circle spins
The in the out
I chase the truth
It turns about
What’s in my hands just fades to doubt

[Prechorus]
Do we break or do we bend
Is this the start or is it the end

[Chorus]
Fragile line
It's paper-thin
One step out
One step in
Fragile line
Where do you go
The highs
The lows
The ebb
The flow

[Bridge]
A tightrope strung across the sky
I tiptoe slow
But don't know why
The stars above
They start to cry
A fragile line that won't comply

Fragile Line

A tribute to Charlotte Gonzales—mi abuela prestada.
She lived her life one day at a time, with quiet faith, gentle strength, and a pot of arroz con leche always on the stove.

We danced cumbias in the sala, prayed in soft whispers, and laughed in the language only grandmothers teach.

This song isn’t perfect—neither am I.
But her love didn’t need polish. It needed presence.

“Santa María, guíala en paz.”
One step. One prayer. One sweet day at a time.

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#UnDiaALaVez #CharlotteGonzales #TributeSong #CumbiaBallad #AbuelaLove #ImperfectVoiceRealHeart #MateoAlejandro

Un Dia y Pan

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So Many Goodbyes

A retrospective tribute to the workers who built our world and to the loved ones whose hands shaped our lives. Hands That Built the Day honors my father—postman, railroader, and navy man—my late Uncle Horace, who served in both the Army and Navy, and my mother, a public educator, activist, and protester for justice.

This song is a celebration of Labor Day, but also a remembrance of every calloused hand, every weary back, every voice that rose for dignity. It blends the storytelling tradition of folk ballads with the spirit of unity, carrying forward the anthem of working people everywhere.

Tags: #LaborDay #Folk #Americana #Tribute #ProtestSong #FamilyLegacy #WorkersAnthem

Hands That Built the Day

A song stitched from memory and laughter, Somewhere, Horace tells the story of an uncle who left behind more than footprints. From Rocky Ford scout halls to yellow trucks on backroads, rattlesnake runs in Waynoka to Nintendo nights, Horace carried his sharp wit and circular grin everywhere he went. His wisdom—half nonsense, half prayer—echoes through the refrain:

“No matter where you go—you’ll always be somewhere.”

This track blends storytelling folk with heartland imagery, honoring a life both ordinary and extraordinary. It’s a tribute to family, to lessons passed on in laughter, and to the idea that presence itself can be a compass.

🎵 For the ones we carry with us, always somewhere.

Somewhere, Horace

Step into the haunted heart of Las Animas, Colorado — a prairie town caught between memory and myth. City of Lost Souls blends storytelling and dark humor in the style of an old roadside postcard come to life. With echoes of ghostly diners, neon signs, and tumbleweeds crossing Sixth & Grove, the song asks: how many who sit and judge have ever walked among the lost spirits themselves?

Written like a journey through a forgotten main street, the track nods to Americana roots and haunted ballads while paying homage to places, people, and stories that never quite let go.

Themes: wandering, judgment, redemption, small-town myths, lost souls
Inspired by Las Animas, CO
For fans of: haunted folk, outlaw country, ghost-town Americana

City of Lost Souls

A spooky twist on the classic monster party song — Count Dracula demands his drink and dance, “The Transylvania Twist.” Joined by a ghostly commentary and a chorus of playful ghouls, the piece blends eerie organ solos, graveyard chants, and comedic banter into a theatrical Halloween crowd-pleaser.

The Transylvania Twist

Just a wayward paralegal residing in the foothills of the Rocky Mountains, literally in the shadow of Pike’s Peak.

The Transylvania Twist

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