Name: House of the Rising Sun (Dream Pop) by Dream Pop Productions in Dream Pop Playlists
Duration: 4 min 26 s
Description: Many may not know that the original House of the Rising Sun lyrics were written in the 1920s and represented a song popular with American miners of the day. The lyrics differ somewhat from the popular versions recorded in the '70s. Since the original lyrics were written 100 years ago, the song is now copyright free as long as renditions do not infringe on previous artists. This version does not.

Just what the title says. Almost exclusively new easy-listening dream pop songs for relaxing with a glass of...whatever you like!

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Woman leaves man so he's destitute and believes she has no heart. 

Do You Have a Heart

Man falls for woman who turns out to be not so nice, so now he's down and playing the blues on his steel guitar. Old story....still worth listening to if you like tasty guitar licks.

Blue Steel

Man catches woman kissing another man; he's not impressed. But now he's depressed so he writes a song to tell the world. You should listen to his sad story. :) 

Blues are Made for Bad News: Blues goes dream pop

Classic story of romantic break up and heart break. Woman laments loss of her love so she does what many people do: sits in her apartment drinkin' and smokin' and feelin' alone. Nice lyrics and instrumentation in my view. What do you think? 

Smokin' Drinkin' Feelin' Alone

Smoking Drinking Feeling Alone

Many may not know that the original House of the Rising Sun lyrics were written in the 1920s and represented a song popular with American miners of the day. The lyrics differ somewhat from the popular versions recorded in the '70s. Since the original lyrics were written 100 years ago, the song is now copyright free as long as renditions do not infringe on previous artists. This version does not. 

House of the Rising Sun

House of the Rising Sun (Dream Pop)

Man tells the world why he loves his woman and this emotion is especially intense in the still of the night. Hmm, that may explain the song's title. This is a slow, dreamy dream pop tune with crooning vocals and great crying guitar riffs. Give it a listen if that appeals to you. Thanks. 

In the Still of the Night

When We Were Us

"Fi Dance Di Rhythm" - Latin Pop song composed, written and performed by Canadian singer François Marius.

Fi Dance Di Rhythm

Echoes in Satin by Lauren Lewis shimmers with emotion — a lush blend of dreamy pop, soulful vocals, and cinematic melodies. Each song feels like a late-night confession wrapped in velvet, echoing with love, memory, and desire. Smooth, reflective, and timeless — this is Lauren Lewis at her most captivating. ✨

Stores & Download - ditto.fm/echoes-in-satin

#DreamPop #IndiePop #SoulfulPop #CinematicPop #FemaleVocalist #LaurenLewis #EchoesInSatin #EmotionalPop #Atmospheric #NewMusic

Falling into You

In Another Life

This track is a self love empowerment song. Break up's are hard and this song helped me come back from the pain.

I'm Not Broken

An emotional Embledo ballad built from deep bass pulses, cinematic strings and AI–human voices.
A song about loss, hope and the promise that souls meet again beyond time.
Created in the unique Embledo style — where heart and frequency become one.

Tags:
embledo, emotional, ballad, cinematic, deep, bass, ai fusion, spiritual, atmospheric, soundtrack, melancholic, hopeful, soulstory, deep house ballad

until we meet again

Indie Pop, Dreampop, Hypnagogic Pop, Neo-Psychedelica, Chillwave, Bedroom Pop, Jangle Pop, Sophisti-Pop, Indie Rock, Alternative

popsicles in the sand

Man loved woman but she left him for another guy who turns out to be not as nice or caring as he used to be. So she's sad the guy she left now sees a new opportunity to win her back...but, of course, he spent years crying, denying, and dying inside waiting for this day to come.  

Crying Denying Dying

Denying Crying Dying

submerged between a pulse and infinite silence, souls often drift in purgatory's water, remembering what it feels like to drown
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LYRICS:
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sonic rain 
soft horizon
something hums 
wiithout sound
in between 

in between 
it remembers
what it feels like 
to drown

still breathing 
but nobody here
still thinking 
but not quite clear

half a second 
stretched to years
half a life 
behind the ears
everything slows 
a kind of prayer
everything blurs-
still there

pulse in the ether 
cold light calling
crossfade heaven 
borderland crawling
face in the mirror 
mirror so thin
she keeps leaving 
stay within

the border breathes 
without a name
the echo’s touch 
the ghost of flame
the tunnel rests 
it holds the light
caught between 
the wrong and right

right— right— right
right— right
right— right
right— right— right

voices offer 
nothing sweet
just the sound 
of steady heartbeat
turning back 
would lose a name
moving forward 
feels the same

every door leads 
nowhere new
one step forward 
the self breaks through

someone’s watching 
through the noise
counting stars 
that never come
folded hands 
of broken time
ghosts trade silence 
tomorrow's rhyme

heartbeat echo 
zero to one
halfway gone 
halfway undone
speak in numbers 
sleep in code
memory burns 
but never explodes

not alive / not dead / just scanning
words fall through / no landing
she drifts / he drifts / they drift
borders bend and shift—

system trembling / walls of glass
voices merge / then slowly pass
no return / no resurrection
just reflection of reflection

left or light 
fade or fight
both the end 
and what’s inside

both the breath and what has died...

borderland breathing 
one last time
decide-
or stay divine
decide-
or stay

stay— stay— stay— stay

stay

stay

stay

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what it feels like to drown

Some nights I feel the world
breathing through the cracks in me,
like time is folding
around the memories I tried to keep clean.
And I wonder
if every moment we survived
was just a quiet lesson
we didn’t know how to read.

This life
is a strange machine.
It turns our pain into meaning
long after we stop bleeding.

There’s a quiet truth
hiding underneath our noise,
that all we ever own
are the echoes of our choices.
We’re shadows with a pulse,
drifting through a borrowed sky,
weightless
but trying to leave something that survives.

I held my breath for years
waiting for the world to make sense,
but everything keeps changing
faster than the scars can settle in.
And maybe
we’re not meant to understand the structure,
only carry pieces of the story
that shaped us.

Maybe meaning
is just a reflection
we catch for a second
before it slips back into the dark.

There’s a quiet truth
hiding underneath our noise,
that all we ever own
are the echoes of our choices.
We’re shadows with a pulse,
drifting through a borrowed sky,
weightless
but trying to leave something that survives.

And if nothing here is certain,
why does it feel so real
when a moment breaks us open?
Why do we cling to details
that the universe forgets?
Maybe the smallest things
are the ones that stay.

There’s a quiet truth
that follows us like light.
We’re temporary bones
carrying infinite nights.
We fade,
but something in our wake remains.
The quiet truth is simple:
we are more than what we lose.

The quiet truth

MUSIC MADE IN CANADA: Music has been a large part of my life since my teen years when I started playing guitar. Used to play popular pop and country songs in bars, songs written by other artists but for past couple decades have focused entirely on writing and producing my own songs across a number of genres: pop, country, blues, and more recently dream pop and what I'm calling whiskey blues dream pop, a style that merges the two and that seems complimentary to my ear. I believe each style can sound good and give people pleasure: that's my goal in writing. Now I produce sounds featuring both male and female vocals as the lyrics dictate; variety is the spice of...well, you know. Thanks for listening.

House of the Rising Sun (Dream Pop)

Dream Pop Productions

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