Name: Come here and play by Primitive Painter in Copy of Pippa Birkin
Duration: 4 min 59 s
Description: Downtempo, Dreampop, Indie Pop, alt-Pop, Neo-Psychedelica, Alternative R&B

Copy of Pippa Birkin

You do you God
But you do you with me
Use me To write God 
write your story 

In times of faith being tested 
Lord build up my walls
In times of odds stacked against 
Lord make it all fall
In times of doubt all around me
Lord surround me with truth
When feeling stuck in the mystery
Lord bring me to move 

Because strength comes
Love flows 
On down 
To those
You call
Your own 
Never 
Alone 

In times of blazing fires 
Lord send protection
In times of weighing decisions 
Lord guide selection 
In times of enemy attacks
Lord be my safe shield 
In times of guilt and shame 
Lord make your love revealed 

Because strength comes
Love flows 
On down 
To those
You call
Your own 
Never 
Alone 

You do you God
But you do you with me
Use me To write God
write your story 
You do you God
But you do you with me
Use me To write God
write your story 
You do you God
But you do you with me
Use me To write God
write your story!!!

Because strength comes
Love flows 
On down 
To those
You call
Your own 
Never 
Alone 
We seek
Your throne 
Never 
Alone 
You are 
Our home
Never 
Alone 
we are
Never 
Alone

Never Alone (Chill Pop)

Burnin’ down 

(Verse 1) Hands down low, you pull me in tight, Drownin' in the smoke of a blood-red night, Your touch, a spark that sets me free, Crashin' like waves, takin’ over me.
(Pre-Chorus) Breathe me in, drag me deeper down, Rippin’ through my body like a hurricane sound, Every shiver, every sigh you steal, This ain’t a dream, it’s the realest feel.
(Chorus) Got a heatwave heartbeat, crashin' fast, No way out, babe, no lookin' back, Sweat-drunk kisses, bruised-up skin, Pull me closer, let the chaos spin. Got a heatwave heartbeat, no break, no rest, Lose myself with you pressed to my chest, Bite my lip, make me drown — Heatwave heartbeat, we're burnin' down.
(Verse 2) Rose gold whiskey on my tongue, You’re hummin’ dirty songs I ain't ever sung, Grippin’ my hips like you own my soul, Got me slippin’ under full control.
(Pre-Chorus) Breathe me in, drag me deeper down, Rippin’ through my body like a hurricane sound, Every shiver, every sigh you steal, This ain’t a dream, it’s the realest feel.
(Chorus) Got a heatwave heartbeat, crashin' fast, No way out, babe, no lookin' back, Sweat-drunk kisses, bruised-up skin, Pull me closer, let the chaos spin. Got a heatwave heartbeat, no break, no rest, Lose myself with you pressed to my chest, Bite my lip, make me drown — Heatwave heartbeat, we're burnin' down.
(Bridge) No mercy, no slowin' it down, Just a body rush, just the hunger sound, Take it higher till we’re beggin’ for air, Get drunk on touch, get lost out there.
(Chorus) Got a heatwave heartbeat, crashin' fast, No way out, babe, no lookin' back, Sweat-drunk kisses, bruised-up skin, Pull me closer, let the chaos spin. Got a heatwave heartbeat, no break, no rest, Lose myself with you pressed to my chest, Bite my lip, make me drown — Heatwave heartbeat, we're burnin' down.
(Outro) Ashes on the sheets, smoke on your breath, Whisper my name ‘til there’s nothin’ left, Shakin’ like thunder, skin to skin, Heatwave heartbeat — do it all again.

Copyright (c) 2025 Lisa Andreou * All Rights Reserved.

Burnin’ down (blues)

Filthy rich 

[Chorus] Ooh, he said he holy… But I caught him in the back with the rollie… Now he prayin' on me lowkey… Guess I’m the new religion, baby, hold me…
[Verse 1] He said he loyal, but he lyin’ in silk sheets Preachin’ like a saint while he slidin' in the DMs Credit card flexin’, got a cross on his neck But he only on his knees when he tryna get that check
Mmh, daddy got desires, But he sweatin’ through the choir Got a wife and a plan, but a hand in the fire Now he beggin’ for the taste, sayin’ “Please, Miss Messiah” But I ain't no savior, baby—I’m the supplier
[Pre-Chorus] Oh, he dirty— Sayin' all his prayers while he flirtin' Got his halo slippin’ in the bourbon Yeah, I see the truth behind the curtain
[Chorus] He wanna get filthy rich (uh), Talk clean but he move like a glitch (woo!) Penthouse dreams with a side of the itch, Say he faithful, but he love him a switch (ha!) Oh, yeah, he filthy— Mind in the dark, and his hands stay guilty Got no shame when he dive in the ditch, Yeah, he holy… but he love it when it’s filthy
[Verse 2] I’m the main event, not the side dish He throw bands, but I’m icy, I don’t flinch Told him “kneel, but don’t preach”—this a pulpit And I bless him like it’s Sunday when I do splits
He like a choirboy gone rogue in the Benz Sayin’ “Hallelujah” every time it descends I’m the book he don’t read, but he sin through the lens Tryna turn a good girl into one of his trends
[Pre-Chorus] Oh, he dirty— Textin’ under tables while he thirty Smellin’ like regret and McFlurry Talkin’ ‘bout God but he thirsty
[Chorus] He wanna get filthy rich (uh), Talk clean but he move like a glitch (woo!) Penthouse dreams with a side of the itch, Say he faithful, but he love him a switch (ha!) Oh, yeah, he filthy— Mind in the dark, and his hands stay guilty Got no shame when he dive in the ditch, Yeah, he holy… but he love it when it’s filthy
[Bridge] Don’t pretend you pure when you bite like a beast Don’t wear no crown when you come off the leash Preach all you want, I know you need release You like your saints in stilettos and heat
[Chorus] Yeah, he wanna get filthy rich (rich!) Sayin’ all the right lies with a twist Diamond cross, but his morals don’t match Yeah, he kneels but he worships the snatch (hah!) Oh, yeah, he filthy— Sippin’ on sin like a twenty-year whiskey He prays, but it’s me he commits to Yeah, he holy… but he love it when I hit too
[Outro] Mmm… filthy.
Glitter on the cross, gloss on my kiss,
Talks like a saint but he moves like a risk.
Tried to confess—
But I like it like this.

Copyright (c) 2025 Lisa Andreou * All Rights Reserved.

Filthy rich (Feat. AYA)

Indie Pop, Alt- Pop, Dreampop, Hypnagogic Pop, Neo-Lounge Pop, Sophisti-Pop, Alternative R&B, Downtempo

last night (going commando)

Indie Pop, Alt- Pop, Neo-Lounge Pop, Chamber Pop, Sophisti-Pop, Alternative R&B, Downtempo

All you ever wanted (naughty girl x beautiful woman)

Alt-Pop, Neo-Lounge Pop, Downtempo, Chamber Pop, Exotica

Pippa’s odyssee (…. sans merci)

Downtempo, alt-Pop, Lounge Pop, Chamber Pop, Baroque Pop, Exotica

Pippa plays (Pippa only wears tights tonight)

Pippa plays (Pippa only wears tights for you tonight)

Downtempo, Dreampop, Indie Pop, alt-Pop, Neo-Psychedelica, Alternative R&B

Come here and play

I Walk Alone (Instrumental)

The song uses the metaphor and a couple turns of phrase from Robert Frost's Winter Wind & Window Flower to create a contemporary tune. His lyrics have been dramatically changed, but he gets, and deserves, credit for a wonderful  love lost metaphor. Thanks Bob...hope you don't turn in your grave.

The Winter Wind & Window Flower

Winter Wind & Window Flower

Maleena Cassius - The Moon Winged (Night Invite Only Version) Lyrics:

(Verse 1)
When lucid dreaming I can really see
Squids as trees, miles of bleeding yolk
Shadow people and fairy keys
I learned to night walk safely, now I’m at peace
Trips to wondrous places my physical body can’t go
Sonnet The woman guides my boat
We’re sorting my trauma mom, I’m healing slow
Your coyote shade invades
When I sleep you peer into my mind
Mom please why do you unmake what I create?

(Chorus)
Carry me high on moon wings
Mother has everything planned out for me
I’ve always had my own way of doing things
I’m most alive when asleep
I’m most alive when asleep
Night walking soothes me
My methods are different than the Moon Winged

(Verse 2)
You want to reconcile and be relieved
Apologies and crying don’t sway me,
(let me sleep)
You let me struggle with this weird gift as a girl
Brother and father are oblivious
I won’t answer your calls, so you result to night creeps
Your raven pet never blinks 
You're both perched on my ceiling with the moon leering
I feel the presence of the many Moon Winged
Your flock of eccentric dreamers don’t understand me
Choosing my own path to navigate the world of sleep

(Chorus)
Carry me high on moon wings
Mother has everything planned out for me
I’ve always had my own way of doing things
I’m most alive when asleep
I’m most alive when asleep
Night walking soothes me
My methods are different than the Moon Winged

(My methods are different than the Moon Winged)
(Mom, are you really listening?)

The Moon Winged (Night Invite Only Version)

livin in a flashback

You Left That Part Out

There is no if nor how, there is only now

Come here and play

Primitive Painter

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