🔻 Song Insight
"Animal" is a lyrical execution—sharp, bitter, and final. Part battle cry, part eulogy, it tears through illusion with teeth bared. This isn’t a breakup song. It’s a realization track: the moment the curtain drops and the persona collapses under its own fraudulence.

Structured as a verbal reckoning, “Animal” confronts the myth-making that happens in toxic dynamics—when one person spins stories while the other quietly bleeds behind the scenes. The song’s tone is scathing but measured, never desperate… just done. Like striking a match and letting the whole delusional narrative burn.

🔻 Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Fantasy world you live in,
Delusions dressed as truth—
You rewrote history
To make yourself the proof.

I wish I lived in make-believe
Where everything you say is real.
So naive you must be
To think I’d never feel.

[Chorus]
All is fair in love and war...
But this was never that.
It was a mirror cracked by lies—
A truth you never had.

I could’ve read the leaves,
But let’s be honest:
I was never the reason
You left so thoughtless.

[Verse 2]
You’re not the genius I believed.
I gave you too much grace—
For who I thought you were
And who you couldn’t face.

[Bridge]
Dumpster fire ignorance,
Rail-grade flames—
Hearts gone numb,
Desires untamed.

You’ll either wake up
Or sink in the wreck,
Drowning in your logic
Of what comes next.

[Verse 3]
Never forgiven, never forgotten—
I keep score,
You keep rotting.
Too blind to walk,
Too proud to crawl—
It was never love.
Not at all.

[Outro]
No heart, no weight.
Not worth the crime.
Not worth the date
Or the borrowed time.

Spilled tears, wasted light,
I won’t name you again,
Won’t resurrect the night.
Yesterday’s dreams were never meant—
They died with you
And all you meant.

🔻 Personal Reflection
"Animal" was written during the tail end of denial—the moment where I finally stopped giving the benefit of the doubt and started giving myself back the benefit of clarity.

There’s a rage underneath these lines, yeah… but it’s not just anger. It’s grief that matured into indifference. The hardest part wasn’t losing the relationship—it was realizing I was the only one treating it like it meant anything at all.

This song is about reclaiming reality from someone else’s fiction. About burning down the fantasy house they built in your name—and refusing to ever go back inside.

🔻 4Me2BeFree
In the context of the COTC project, "Animal" is the throat rip. The chapter where love songs die and the storyteller takes the mic back. It's a sonic confrontation, raw with betrayal but restrained with purpose. Every word is a scar sealed in melody. This is what it sounds like when survival no longer needs apology.

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Animal - COTC

Bara om min skugga dröjer kvar

A song about the folklore of a Red Breaked Chough (a bird) and its link to a smugglers curse in a story.

The Red-Beaked Watcher

Purple

Babe, sorry I called you up
Have reason enough to stop think think thinking so fucking much
I’m a huge idiot - I like bad stuff
Like the bathroom flood reaching the hotel hall
When Your open truck Wasn’t  even robbed  
Sometimes I want to turn it up
Sometimes I want to turn it off
Babe, sorry I called you up 
Jen told me to walk it off
And  I think think think
You know enough 
To spell out love but
my minds made up of
bathroom floods
Teardrop playing so loud
And you hadnt 
even heard that one before   
Sometimes I want to turn it up
Sometimes I want to turn it off

the bathroom flood

Baaa Bêêê

There he was 
A shadow  
In my mind 
On the walls 
Or standing behind 
To prove death 
One step 
At a time. 
Always looking 
Reaching 
To find. 
Chasing illusions 
Surrounded  
By shadows 
The darkness 
Of my mind. 
An attempt 
To steal 
What’s sublime. 
Lost in 
The world 
A stranger  
In time 
Not knowing 
What to do 
But acting 
As who? 
Attempt no more 
To win 
Through losing 
Nor to die 
To live. 
If change is real 
And facts  
Or not 
What I feel 
Can I seek 
Without compulsion? 
Do I trust 
My own emotions? 
Can I hear 
The voice 
With another notion? 
Can I see 
Without the spell’s  
Poison potion? 
The bridge that 
Will be crossed 
The question is 
When my worldly 
Entrapment 
Is willing 
To be tossed 
And I confront 
My conflicting goals 
The lost  
And found 
Of my 
Very soul. 
The peace is 
The bridge. 
This 
Where my 
heart lives. 
Surrender to win. 
It’s not important 
To where I’ve been 
Or the future 
But the presence 
Of what’s within. 
Peace  
With no sin. 
Or, A life with 
That chagrin 
But the peace 
That’s always been. 
Through a path 
Wherein 
As I listen 
To the ancestral 
Violins 
They dwell 
Therein. 
I drink from 
The chalice of  
Atonement.

Ancestral Violin


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.

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