Name: at the trail of a dream again by Primitive Painter
Duration: 3 min 59 s
Description: Indie Pop, Dreampop, Dream-Folk, Folktronics, Psychedelic Folk, Sadcore, Slowcore, Indie, Alternative

Indie Pop, Dreampop, Dream-Folk, Folktronics, Psychedelic Folk, Sadcore, Slowcore, Indie, Alternative

at the trail of a dream again

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Better Place

Pompeii

We had the best time of our lives
Coming from you it sounds like a lie

Didn’t know such a place
Didn’t know such a place

Where everything came together
I haven’t seen such grace
I haven’t seen such grace

(Before the shadow falls in)

It’ll never been the same
As it was before
It’ll never been the same
Oooh!

Digging up memories
Digging up memories

Of when we were together

Still figuring what it is
Still figuring what it is

Keep it light and flow
Never bound by what you know
Through the quiet and the glow
Burned like Pompeii
Memories fray in me

Thinking of all the things you ever said to me
Burned like Pompei
Burned like Pompei

Beauty that can’t be buried
Beauty that can’t be buried

Burned like Pompei
Burned like Pompei
Beauty that can’t be buried
Beauty that can’t be buried

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Pompeii V1 (Demo)

BD1-4U (prod. myss)

#indiepop #indielectric #newwave #ethereal #moody #newpop

Flyin

Since this is my very first published track, I am very proud of the journey it has taken. What started as a small composition on the guitar became this dramatic orchestral pop song. It was a chance to get over a past love and explore myself musically at the same time. Without the help of Eduardo Gaytan, this would not have been possible.

Accountability

V1 
And life all just play pretend 
And I believe my dreams are real, still 
Playing over tapes in my mind 
and reality’s the case behind

If life is all just one quest to align  
I’m drawing lines around water lines 
So many other possibilities 
and it all begins to make sense to me 

Ch1
Once I’m in safe arms
I don’t need an alarm
Just let me open 
it's all in my head 
Until you see just what I said 
Slowly unfolding 

V2 
If life is more than just space and time 
Then I guess I’m not falling too far behind 
Too many unknown callers on the line 
And they’re intense with their two cents
When they haven’t even tried
Said we can all play pretend, it just a frame of mind 

Ch2
Once I’m in safe arms
I don’t need an alarm
Just let me open 
It's all in my head 
Until you see just what I said 
Slowly unfolding 

Outro 
Hey, hey
Do you really want to stay here? 
Don’t you know you can play here

Play Pretend

Something Golden

The afternoon sun shines into the room. The background music is the vertical rippling of curtains. The sparkling breeze foreshadows the coming of winter.
You're so cute, I can't quite tell. I've met you so many times, a new you and a nostalgic you, among the fallen leaves.
Not a fantasy, not a twinkle, not a fleeting moment, not a moment. Not a photograph, not a movie, not a painting, not a novel.
There's still so much between us. Walls covered in layers of ivy. We need to take good care of them to get to a place with a good view.
High autumn stairs for prayer. Until the day my voice reaches you, I'll climb them every day. I'll climb the same spiral staircase. When I find you, I'll wave.
Not a fantasy, not a twinkle, not a fleeting moment, not a moment. Not a photograph, not a movie, not a painting, not a novel.
Not a fantasy, not a twinkle, not a fleeting moment, not a moment. Not a photograph, not a movie, not a painting, not a novel.
fall  fall   fall


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Autumn Spiral

This new indie album is my way of capturing the feeling of autumn nights, quiet rooms, and the strange beauty of being close to someone while the world fades outside. The songs are minimal in words but heavy in mood — sweaters, rain, shadows, and light all becoming part of the story. It’s melancholic but also cosy, a blend of intimacy and distance, memory and desire. These tracks live somewhere between Fleetwood Mac’s mysticism, Beach House synths and the hazy trance of indie and dream-pop.

Carry me home tonight

in the bar

in the bar (pippa’s version)

There is no if nor how, there is only now

at the trail of a dream again

Primitive Painter

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