Indie 2023 1st Quarter

'Untamed' is the 2nd single from Firewoodisland's 3rd album, 'Further Then My Fear'.

LYRICS
We were young and untamed
And no one knew our names
We worked hard for nothing
Just enough to live

We were born to make 
something greater than ourselves
We were born to last until the end
We were born to make
A horizon for the next
We where born to last until the end

We grew old and wiser
And life was moving with
Day by day just left us
never found again
 We were born to make 
something greater than ourselves
We were born to last until the end
We were born to make
A horizon for the next
We where born to last until the end 
We will never get an other moment quite like this To build a bright tomorrow, we can reminisce Everyone is beautiful, everyone Brighter is a future we can pride ourselves on
 We were born to make 
something greater than ourselves
We were born to last until the end
We were born to make
A horizon for the next
We where born to last until the end  We were born to make 
something greater than ourselves
We were born to last until the end
We were born to make
A horizon for the next
We where born to last until the end

©2023Firewoodisland

Untamed

Fallen Like A Star

could you carry me?

deepwater

Welcome To My Island

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'What Do We Do Now' (Release Date: February 2, 2024)
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What Do We Do Now

Can’t Believe We're Here

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Don't Let Your Love (Let You Down)

Cigarette and Whiskey Nights

Sunday Blues


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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