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No One’s There for Help is a dark cinematic rock piece from the Funebra Sound Universe — a blend of haunting guitars, emotional vocals, and echoing emptiness.

Created by plugha (pLabs Entertainment), this track explores the feeling of walking alone through the aftermath — where silence becomes the loudest sound.

🎧 Part of the ongoing Funebra Stories collection — merging sound, geometry, and emotion into living art.

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No One’s There for Help

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Spiral Smoke (Caterpillar)

A haunting blend of tango and electronic pulse, “Last Tango in Paris” captures the final spark between two lovers dancing on the edge of memory. Driven by a deep, hypnotic beat and a raspy, emotional vocal, it’s a cinematic story of passion, heartbreak, and the music that never fades.

Electro tango meets dark romance — for the lovers of rhythm, smoke, and nostalgia.

Lyrics:

The evening air is soft and low
Your laughter drifts where river flow
We said goodbye, but still I feel
Your heartbeat turning like a wheel

Every step, a memory
Every breath, you’re haunting me
Love was cruel, but it was real
A blade of silk, a wound that heals

This is our last tango in Paris
Under the moon, love was careless
We burned too bright
We kissed goodnight
And walked away from paradise
This is our last tango in Paris
The night was ours, now it’s endless
You spun me once
Then let me fall
The last tango after all

The vinyl spins, your ghost appears
In smoky bars and whispered years
I wear your coat, your scent remains
A sweet perfume of love and pain

Every note, a tragedy
Every glance, a symphony
Our bodies spoke what words could hide
Two sinners lost, electrified

This is our last tango in Paris
Under the moon, love was careless
We burned too bright
We kissed goodnight
And walked away from paradise
This is our last tango in Paris
The night was ours, now it’s endless
You spun me once
Then let me fall
The last tango after all

Now the streets are warm and still
And I can hear your laughter spill
Through every dream, you pull me near
A dance that never disappears

This is our last tango in Paris
We lost our hearts to the careless
The lights went dim
The crowd was gone
But in my soul, the music’s on

One last turn, one last call
The last tango after all

Last Tango In Paris

Text:
Verse 1
They bought the bots, they cut the ranks,
said “Efficiency!” while minds sank.
We built the lines, we held the keys,
now shadows whisper: “We’re easily replaced.”

Hook
We’re the ones who gave the tools,
we’re not the broken fools.
Machines can do the work,
but never hold the soul.
Tool, not replacement —
that was the goal.

(solo)

Verse 2
Jobs we loved, skills we owned,
now fine print reads: “Out of zone.”
But human’s more than cog and gear,
it’s heart, it’s mind, it’s living here.

Bridge
When you fire the voice who cared,
when you silence the soul who dared,
you’ll see the ghost of what you lost —
cost savings now, but at what cost?

(solo)

Final Hook
We’re the ones who gave the tools,
we’re not the broken fools.
Machines can do the work,
but never hold the soul.
Tool, not replacement —
rise and take control.

Tool, Not Replacement

[Verse 1]
That familiar buzz I know her now deep under my skin
She's anxiety, she's fear, she's a child within

[Chorus]
I know her, I know her, I know her, I know her
I know her, I know her, she don't let go
Keeps me close even when I say no
I know her, I know her, I know her
She won't let me sleep
But at least she don't make promises she can't keep

[Verse 2]
Shows up un-cued, knows my name too well
Sits on my chest and asks what I'd be without her
Says you float off girl, you lose your edge
You forget the rules that keep you fed
I tell her maybe that's the point to stop mistaking tension for spine

[Chorus]
I know her, I know her, I know her, I know her
I know her, I know her, she don't let go
Keeps me close even when I say no
I know her, I know her, I know her
She laughs and I laugh too
'Cause I know her and she knows I still let her drive sometimes
Hands white on the wheel, eyes on the blur, not the road
She hums my heartbeat off key
Tells me you'd miss me if I left
You'd crumble without the edge
You'd never write a thing worth saying if I wasn't breathing down your neck
And I hate that she's right
That she taught me how to survive
But never how to stop surviving

[Bridge]
So I sit there, knuckles burning
And too loud to swallow every so remember more

[Chorus]
I know her, I know her, I know her, I know her
I know her, I know her, she don't let go
Keeps me close even when I say no
I know her, I know her, I know her
I know her, I know her, I know her
She don't let go
Keeps me close even when I say no
I know her, I know her, I know her
And I beg her

[Outro]
Just this once
Let me rest
Let me rest
Let me rest

I Know Her

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“If it hurts, let it scream.”

My Little Love

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Part mythmaker, part mad maestro, Sam conducts a rotating cast of OneDareLand’s most unhinged icons — Alice, the Red Queen, the March Hare, the Hound, the Twins, and more — each with their own sonic identity and emotional world. Every track opens a tent flap into a new act of the circus, where dark-pop meets fairy-tale chaos, dream-rap collides with fantasy electronica, and nothing ever follows the rules.
OneDareLand is not a genre — it’s a realm.
 A place where storytelling becomes sound, where characters breathe through basslines, and where every song is a doorway to a different corner of Wonderland’s twisted heart.
It’s myth-pop and chaos-rap, fantasy electronica and outlaw country, dark lullabies and Wonderland club anthems — stitched together with the rule that nothing follows the rules.
It’s music built on dare, on dream, on “What if we push it further?”
OneDareLand exists to create:
✨ A universe you can listen to
 ✨ A mythology you can live inside
 ✨ A sound that turns imagination into reality
Every character — Alice, the Red Queen, the March Hare, the Hound, the Duchess, the Twins — carries their own sonic DNA, but they’re all part of the same empire.
 An expanding world of stories, scars, madness, healing, rebellion, and magic.
OneDareLand is the place where:
Fairytales rupture into bass drops


Whispers turn into battle cries


Darkness becomes art


Wonder becomes weapon


Music becomes worldbuilding


This project is meant to be a sanctuary, a saga, and a spark for anyone who feels too imaginative, too emotional, too intense, too “much” for the real world.
It’s for those who dare to feel everything.
 For those who turn their pain into portals.
 For those who know that worlds aren’t found — they’re built.
OneDareLand is our Wonderland.
 Not an escape from reality —
 but a revolution against it.
OneDareLand is a place built for the bold:
 for listeners who feel deeply, dream fiercely, and dare to step beyond the ordinary.
Welcome to OneDareLand — enter if you dare.

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