Composer: Behzad Abdi
Director: Fereydoon Hasanpour
National Symphony orchestra of Ukraine
Conductor: Vladimir Sirenko

Forgotten

Sirdes Mouté u Tapour

Siavash Kamkar / Sholex 
Morteza omenian 
Suzani Samarghandi

Spotify

نیم

اللهْ .. حَيّْ
اللهْ .. حَيّْ
اللهْ .. حَيّْ

You...
I...
They praise the tyrant and curse the flame.
They choose the judge,
and burn the name.
You...
the mirror of my soul.
You...
the mask I can’t control.
They damn the truth,
and bless the blade.
They raise their hands
as if they prayed...

But it is you,
they call, not me.
It is you,
they name as me.
They kill for you,
they cry from you,
they lie through you,
and laugh unseen...
You...
false echo of my being.

If this I they wear is truly yours,
then you, from now, are mine by force.
You, the void I used to fear,
You, the silence drawing near...
You are mine .. when I decide.
You are mine .. no more to hide.
You are mine, you shapeless ghost,
You are mine,
when I need you most...

It is you,
they call, not me.
It is you,
they name as me.
They kill for you,
they cry from you,
they lie through you,
and laugh unseen...
You...
false echo of my being.

If I was ever yours to break,
then you, from now, are mine to take.

اللهْ .. حَيّْ
اللهْ .. حَيّْ
اللهْ .. حَيّْ

Shadow Of The Form

Honey, Play It Slow

Voice and cello


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.

To Vals Tou Gamou
The Beekeeper
Director : Theo Angelopoulos
Composed By Eleni Karaindrou
Covered By Ramin Shahinkar
Setar And Oud

To Vals Tou Gamou

To Vals Tou Gamou (Cover)

Zhuravli-Yan Frenkel

ستاره باران جواب کدام سلامی
 به آفتاب ,
از دریچه ی تاریک؟
Tell me!
Which earnest greeting to sun,
From this obscure prison,are you?
احمد شاملو
Ahmad Shamlou

Herman

Az Daricheh ye Tarik - از دریچه ی تاریک

Argishty (duduk) - First Snow of Yerevan

Nomad lyricist and techologist. Very obsessed with reviving classic poetry and using music as a time machine where distant epochs intertwine.

Shadow Of The Form

RaiNaWi

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