"Those Two" is a playful, story-driven track about a dancer and a street boy who couldn't be more different - but somehow click. She’s grace and privilege. He’s grit and rhythm. And yet... there’s something in the air when they meet.

Driven by a tight 4/4 beat at 148 bpm, the song blends catchy hooks with lyrical storytelling, capturing that fleeting spark between opposites. A dance, a date, a night to remember - or forget?

Written and performed by @Ladat, "Those Two" is a tale of contrast, chemistry, and the kind of connection that makes no sense but feels just right.

Co-producer: Blaž Pavšič
Mixed and mastered @A7-Recording-Studio (www.a7recordingstudio.com/)

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Those Two

Broken / Pretty

Broken Igloo

Cold morning, return desk blinking like a lighthouse
She stands with a sweater the color of sour decisions
green that vibrates against her skin
Her aunt said it made her glow
but it mostly made her itch in philosophical ways
She hands it over gently
as if surrendering one of those
unwanted wonders
that arrive wrapped in love but stitched in misjudgment

Next in line: the man with the future in a box
A smart toaster that sent him inspirational quotes at 3 a.m.
all while burning bread with perfect confidence
It promised lifestyle integration
it integrated only with dust and disappointment
He shrugs, resets his expectations
and the clerk nods
both of them quietly acknowledging
the unwanted wonders tech keeps inventing for them

A father carries a robot dog
whose bark loops on one eternal, existential note
like it's questioning the meaning of fetch
His kid cried because
"it doesn't love us back"
He didn't know how to explain
that some things never can
The clerk scans it like a memorial ritual
another small addition
to the shelf of unwanted wonders
that couldn't simulate affection convincingly enough

She returns a self-help book
with ten steps, each louder than the last
Step one told her to embrace possibility
Step two told her to transcend limitations
By step three she was already done with the sermon
She isn't broken-just allergic to imperatives
The clerk whispers, "Same"
their solidarity soft
their refund an act of rebellion
against yet another unwanted wonder
promising upgrades to the soul

Then comes the old man
with a gift card to a store he can't pronounce
the kind that sells ethically curated objects
for lives lived very far from his
He says he'd trade it all
for a phone call from his daughter
The clerk stops
Really stops
Gives him cash instead
and wishes he gets something
that isn't an unwanted wonder this year

Closing time
A bin of returns glows under dull fluorescent light
a quiet museum of misfired intentions
People walk out lighter
refund slips in pockets
carrying only what survived the season
the hope that next year
we'll give fewer unwanted wonders
and more of whatever warmth
we still remember how to share

Unwanted Wonders

Picture: (left) Espen Skaar the lead producer of the "Dreaming While Awake" band out of Northern California, and Jordan Latini (right) the peacocking guitarist on this track.  This is a funky track DWA working on releasing in the next few weeks with a good friend and fellow musician Jordan Latini.

Grant Street - with Jordan Latini on Guitar

sebwahwah - liminal space -

Wait

Original composition…….Alejandro Gonzalez M.

Candilejas

THE RED QUEEN’S PRIVATE JOURNAL

A Synopsis from the Reign of Eternal Order

On the eve of the Grand Ball, the Red Queen records a world that behaves exactly as it should. The palace glows with deliberate elegance, music softening at her presence, gold settling into its rightful weight. Courtiers smile without strain, abundance flows without panic, and even silence understands when to bow. Order is not enforced—it is expected. This is the triumph of preparation, where certainty replaces chaos and stability is mistaken for peace.

Yet beneath the flawless choreography of her court, the Queen’s private words reveal the cost of such perfection. Authority, she reflects, weighs more when unobserved. On moonlit balconies and in the hush between commands, she tests the quiet, reassures herself that control remains intact. Loyal sentinels stand ready, borders are secure, and disturbances are dismissed as maintenance rather than threat. Nothing is wrong—nothing serious, at least.

Small amusements begin to surface. Reports of the Dormouse arrive, contradictory and irritating in their harmlessness: clocks nudged, hats misplaced, order rearranged just enough to mock precision. Candy whispers follow—the Twins distributing sweetness in shadowed corners, dulling attention, tempting forgetfulness. The Queen refuses to dramatize it. Symbols only gain power when named. For now, these are trifles. No cracks yet.

Then the mirrors hesitate.

Reflections lag by fractions of a breath. Angles disagree. The Queen corrects them as one corrects the world—by insisting harder. Glass should not invent. It should reflect. But hesitation lingers, and with it a sense of deviation too subtle to punish, too persistent to ignore. Roses bloom when they should not. Silence lasts a beat too long. Orders are obeyed, but with delay.

The Queen responds not to threat, but to pattern failure. Scouts are sent quietly. Armor replaces silk. The palace grows heavier, more deliberate. A name begins to circulate in careful whispers—Alice—spoken like a misalignment rather than an enemy. Wonderland reacts before she arrives: clocks slip, mirrors fracture, sweets spread like weeds. Pressure mounts, and the Queen speaks more often, not from fear, but from the need to reinforce clarity. Velvet law tightens with a smile.

Alone at night, she reassures herself before obedient glass. For moments, everything aligns again. Then comes the flicker. A stutter. A memory the realm refuses to forget. The Queen resolves to act—not in rage, but in preparation. The Hound will be released. Order will be restored.

In her final private reckoning, she confesses not anger, but confusion. Her people are safe, fed, spared the chaos of choice. Why resist perfection? Why misalign what has been so carefully forged? She names Alice not as rebellion, but as something worse: a distortion. A presence that bends mirrors, clocks, and loyalties simply by existing.

The candle burns low. The embers glow. The Queen does not look away.

Everything she has done was necessary. History will agree—because she is the one who writes it.

To read the full journal entries from the Red Queen’s own hand, visit OneDareLand.com
  https://onedareland.com/
The door only opens if it chooses you.

Eyes Beyond The Gates

This song is about the moment when a new year feels like a reset — when you finally recognize your own worth and decide to stop carrying old heartbreak forward. It’s about clarity, confidence, and that shift where the past loses its power. “Resolution” isn’t about anger or revenge; it’s about moving on lighter, stronger, and more self-aware, with the understanding that what once hurt no longer gets to define the future.


LYRICS:

[Verse 1]
January first a clean slate
I almost feel it babe
This year will be my best
Leave you behind no contest

[Prechorus]
Don't need you to hold my hair back
I know my worth that's a fact

[Chorus]
Resolution
New year new me
Resolution
Heartbreak is history

[Verse 2]
I remember your stupid car
I remember thinking you're a star
Now I laugh you're just some dude
Didn't know I could be so rude

[Prechorus]
Don't need you to hold my hair back
I know my worth that's a fact

[Chorus]
Resolution
New year new me
Resolution
Heartbreak is history

Resolution

Withdrawal

The song “Threads of Flame and Foresight” is about how humans seek meaning, power, and guidance in an uncertain universe—and how magic and prophecy are not just supernatural forces, but ways of understanding fate, choice, and transformation.

At its core, the song explores three intertwined themes:

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1. Magic as Transformation

Magic in the song isn’t just spells or rituals—it’s change.

Each deity represents a different way magic is used:
	•	To heal what is broken
	•	To resist injustice
	•	To gain wisdom through sacrifice
	•	To cross thresholds between who you were and who you might become

Magic is shown as something that demands intention and cost—it reshapes the one who uses it as much as the world around them.

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2. Prophecy as Choice, Not Chains

The song makes a clear point: prophecy is not fate carved in stone.

Through figures like Apollo, Freya, Odin, and Nanshe, prophecy is portrayed as:
	•	Insight, not certainty
	•	Warning, not command
	•	A vision that informs choice rather than removes it

The repeated line about prophecy being “not a chain” reinforces the idea that knowing the future doesn’t erase free will—it tests it.

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3. The Gods as Mirrors of Human Struggle

The deities are not distant rulers—they embody human experiences:
	•	Hecate reflects moments of decision and fear
	•	Isis embodies grief, love, and restoration
	•	Aradia represents rebellion and survival
	•	Cerridwen symbolizes the painful price of creativity and knowledge
	•	Odin shows that wisdom requires sacrifice

Together, they form a cosmic chorus, showing that magic and prophecy exist wherever humans:
	•	Choose courage over comfort
	•	Seek truth despite the cost
	•	Stand at crossroads and decide who they will be

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The Deeper Meaning

Ultimately, the song is about the threads connecting past, present, and future:
	•	The past informs us
	•	The future calls to us
	•	The present is where the choice is made

The “threads of flame” are passion, will, and sacrifice.
The “threads of foresight” are memory, wisdom, and vision.

All paths are one because every life is shaped by the same forces:
choice, consequence, love, loss, and hope.

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In one sentence:

The song is about how magic and prophecy symbolize humanity’s eternal struggle to understand fate—while still daring to choose its own path.

“threads of flame and foresight”

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Songwriting has been a lifelong passion for me, dating back to elementary school when I first began crafting stories, poems, and eventually lyrics. As a former drummer in various bands, I always relied on others to bring my words to life musically. However, after a long hiatus from drumming, I decided to take the leap and learn to compose music to accompany my lyrics. Through classes and dedication, I've embarked on a new journey, breathing fresh life into old lyrics and penning new ones. You'll find a mix of older and newer works here. Especially for some of the lyrics. 

Music has been a part of me for as long as I can remember. One of my earliest memories is being completely entranced by 'The Little Drummer Boy' as a very young child. There was something about the rhythm and the melody that just captivated me. I must have played it a thousand times, wearing the record out, and from that moment on, I was hooked. I knew I wanted to be a drummer and to create that magic for others. 

But I was too young then, and of course, I couldn't afford a drum set just yet. So, I turned to writing as a way to express myself. As I mentioned above, I started with stories, then poems, and eventually, lyrics. I found that writing was not only a way to tap into my creativity, but also a way to process my emotions and experiences. 

As I grew older, my love for music only deepened. I realized that music has this incredible power to transport us to different times and places, to evoke emotions and memories that we thought were long forgotten. It's a universal language that can bring people together like nothing else can. 

For me, writing lyrics is a cathartic experience. It's a way for me to tap into my emotions, to process the world around me, and to create something that I hope will resonate with others. And when I hear my words come to life in a song, it's truly magical. It's a feeling that never gets old, and it's what keeps me coming back to music time and time again. 

I love many genres of music and artists of many genres. And if you listen to some of my songs, you will find that I like to make songs of different genres as well as mix different genres into each song. One of my all-time favorite bands is Evanescence, and I have made a lot of songs where I have tried my best to emulate that sound. 

Now, I have recently started experimenting with new sounds. I never heard of glitch beats before I took music classes, and now I'm fascinated with the sound, so I have been experimenting with glitch beats recently. 

I hope you enjoy some of my songs. And thanks so much to everyone who has been listening so far. I truly appreciate it. I welcome constructive feedback to help me grow as an artist, and I appreciate your support. ❤️





Resolution

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