Name: Freshman Dream Folk by Thoughts and Ones in Finally Free
Duration: 3 min 13 s
Description: The darkest thoughts and deeds grow out of loneliness and abandonment

Finally Free

Free Spirit


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.

Come in and sit down

j'ai demandé ta main

The Venus sessions - The night ends

Could You Give Him A Reason

Summer gets him in no mood
Something he couldn’t have understood
Watching other kids in the swimming pool
Playing father-son games seems to be cool

Somehow, he's never been around.
Yet now, he's everywhere to be found.
Somewhere, he got him in the palm of his hand.

Could you give him a reason
Could you give him a reason

He was just a little boy then
He looked taller than his age
And was raised by a single mum
Dad was spinning around another sun

Somehow, he's never been around.
Yet now, he's everywhere to be found.
Somewhere, he got him in the palm of his hand.

Still you ain’t coming back,
and everything here feels so cold.
Did I say something wrong?
I just want you to come back home
Come back home …


Could You Give Him A Reason (Demo)

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This is a recording from the space between sender and receiver.
A letter never sent —
and yet read by a million hearts.

You Were There is Merlin MIRAGE’s transmission of gratitude, carried on the breath of techno.
A voice that walks slowly through the corridors of presence,
finding in every echo
a witness.

Time folds inward.
Words become footsteps.
Each beat says what language cannot.

This is a memory made of listeners.

All music, lyrics, and visual artwork created in collaboration between human artistry and AI technology. © 2025 MIRAGE – All rights reserved.

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