Written by Dylan McCue, Franco Solari and Robert Kingsley

Produced by Dylan McCue, Franco Solari and Matthew Lewin

Mixed by Matthew Lewin

Mastered by Mike Fuller

In the Strangest Way

‘Horse+ (Don’t Mind The Horse)’ paints the picture of being on the road to somewhere. Whether it be through the desert heat, the cold vastness of outer space, or through the journey of life, it’s good to sometimes take a moment to have a few deep breaths, absorb your surroundings and open your heart.

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Laika

Horse+ (Don't Mind the Horse)

Lemon Lung

If you and I

Lemon Soft Perfection

Cake

I wrote this song to answer a question and share a thought. The importance of taking the extra minute and caring.

One Song At A Time


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.

The Tuesday sessions - Dinner party

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Could You Stay 
Written and produced by Malena Zavala
Mix by Gareth Jones
Mastered by Alex Wharton
Artwork by Malena Zavala

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Aliso

Could You Stay

Teen Body - Validation

SO LOW by Drauve

Mixed by Stephen Grzenda
Mastered by Nate Campisi

SO LOW

Robbie Kingsley (vox), Dylan McCue (guitar), Franco Solari (guitar, keys, vox), Andre Escobar (bass), Zach Levy (drums)

In the Strangest Way

The Hails