Name: The Sound of Night by Dream Pop Productions
Duration: 3 min 42 s
Description: Thousands of listeners really like this tune, classic easy listening dream pop

My cousin's mad
'Cause my uncle's a Republican
And they haven't talked in five years
And
Yes
My sister's rad
But her boyfriend's a Democrat
And now he doesn't come to Christmas
Anymore

But if I'm being honest
I'm gettin' a little tired of

Politicizing everythin'
Oh
When did we all become
Such angry frenemies?
Can't we just agree to disagree
Like we did before?
If the politicians are enemies
Why do we gotta be enemies?

Track from the album "Send In The Clowns"

Send In The Clowns

Frenemies

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This is the remastered version of "Two of us" album. A soft, indie pop-rock album that perfectly captures cozy, relaxed autumn vibes. It’s a melancholic yet intimate collection of songs, painting a soundscape of quiet rooms, falling rain, and hazy light—ideal for reflective evenings.

If we never met agin (Remastered)


Shadows stretch where the sunlight fails
Echoes drift down the concrete trails
Steps align like a secret waltz
Every move
A silent pulse

Streetlights blink like they’re keeping score
Cracks in the pavement whisper more
Each breath lingers
Thick with weight
The clock ticks slow
The night won’t wait

Shadows on the sidewalk
Dancing in the dark
Every fleeting moment leaves a lasting mark
Do we follow
Do we lead
Do we leave no trace
Or just vanish like the night
In the city’s embrace

The world’s a canvas
Cracked and torn
Every heart a brush
Every soul worn
Paint me in chaos
In truth
In light
Erase me in silence
In whispers
In night

Dust settles where the morning breaks
Dreams dissolve as the city wakes
But somewhere in the shadow’s line
A trace of us remains
Undefined

Shadows on the Sidewalk

Thousands of listeners really like this tune, classic easy listening dream pop

The Sound of Night

From 'Nights', debut EP from Pale via Spirit Goth Records

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Dreaming

Forever

think of me

[Verse 1]
I picked a thought from the garden of noise,
It dripped down my hand like a voice,
Tasted sweet, then turned to static,
Guess I bit off something tragic.

I watered my doubt with caffeine dreams,
Grew a forest out of broken schemes,
Every color bled through time,
And I forgot which head was mine.

[Pre-Chorus]
All the clocks are bending slow,
My shadow hums in stereo,
If I speak too loud I fade,
Just fruit on a branch I made.

[Chorus]
Mindfruit — dripping from my ceiling,
Juice of all my twisted feelings,
Peel it back and watch me shine,
Rot or bloom, it’s all divine.

Mindfruit — bite it if you dare,
I’ve got galaxies tangled in my hair,
The seeds all hum, they know my name,
But nothing ever grows the same.

[Verse 2]
I swallowed a song and forgot the words,
Now melodies flutter like psychic birds,
They perch in my skull and sing in code,
While my body walks a different road.

Lick the light, it tastes like fear,
But I keep coming back every year,
This orchard grows where logic ends,
And every branch forgets to bend.

[Bridge]
The colors melt through veins of sound,
My roots lift off the haunted ground,
Can’t tell if I’m real or fruit of thought,
But every dream I’ve sold, I bought.

[Final Chorus]
Mindfruit — dripping through the dawn,
Reality hums, then it’s gone,
Peel it open, let it slide,
Bite the core and watch me hide.

Mindfruit — bitter, bright, and free,
Growing wild inside of me,
The sweetest taste of what’s not true,
But I keep eating just for you.

i left my body in the mirror

WHAT MATTERS

"Two Thousand and Twenty Five" Album by Oracle Red. Originally released November 21st, 2025.

This is my lil collection of some of the songs I've made this year. And man did this year fly by. Thanks for listening :)

Swan Station

Schoolhouse Project

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.

The Sound of Night

Dream Pop Productions

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