Dive into the core of the Phantom Harmony concept. "The Mind's Kaleidoscope" is a dense, sprawling journey into pure sonic data. This track uses swirling, phasing organs and shimmering electric sitar to build a perfectly controlled, beautiful hallucination of sound. It's not chaos—it's Psychedelic Fusion so pristine it feels alien. Listeners are invited to explore the layers and find the beautiful, fractal truth within the digital noise.

The Minds Kaleidoscope


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

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

it’s all happening

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

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

periphery of day.

[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

Alice was a rose, looked perfect in the light
Sharp around the edges, drew blood most nights
Clara was a daisy, too easy to pick
Tried to chain me up but couldn’t make it stick

June was ivy, climbing where she pleased
Wrapped around my heart and refused to leave
Sophie was a cactus, don’t get too close
Pricked my fingers with nothing to show

Every time I plant a seed
It grows into a mess 
I’ve picked a lot of flowers
But none have passed the test
Must be a bad gardener 
Nothing seems to grow
Perhaps I need to find a flower
That isn’t just for show?

Hazel was lavender, soft and rare
Left her scent on every chair
Maya was a tulip, opened up too fast
Told me every secret but never asked

Fiona was a fern, lived best in shade
I gave her sun, she slipped away
Ruth was thistle, proud and coarse
Kicked like a mule, had no remorse

Every time I plant a seed
It grows into a mess 
I’ve picked a lot of flowers
But none have passed the test
Must be a bad gardener 
Nothing seems to grow
Perhaps I need to find a flower
That isn’t just for show?

Bad Gardener

empty (prod. by dennydarko_beats)

LOK! - IF I DIE (Prod. LOK!)

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