Name: Dreams are fried and layered with angels by Primitive Painter in Head Nodder (good vibes)
Duration: 4 min 3 s
Description: Indie Pop, Dreampop, Shoegaze, Hypnagogic Pop, Neo-Psychedelica, Indie Rock, Indie, Alternative

Head Nodder (good vibes)

Indie Pop, Sophisti-Pop, Jangle Pop, Synth-Pop

Burn after reading

An indie chill trip with dreamy layers. The song reflects on the blurred lines of a situationship, and trying to find your place in someone else’s world while wanting the best for that person regardless of where that place is. 

Sunrise/Sunset

[Verse]
Changing size
Cold and hot as fire
Forced to lay down 
Floating in and out of higher 
Realm of weakness and desire
Dreaming of what he's been 
instead the window turn to frames 
Of pictures in his head 
Looking back.. (looking back) 

[Verse]
Dreaming of being able 
to walk until it hurts
be physical
To sweat And be tired
Oh
Eyes gets wet as he tasting that desire

[Chorus]
The things he's gonna do
When he's up and he gets out
When he finally breaks through
And they let him leave the house

[Verse]
Laying there
Not sleeping
Dreaming with his eyes wide open
He's gonna get there
He knows it
One day soon

[Chorus]
So many things he's gonna do
When he's up and he gets out
When he finally breaks through
And they let him leave the house

[Bridge]
When you can't go anywhere
You can go anywhere in your mind
When you're living a nightmare
There's still dreams you can find

[Chorus]
So many things he's gonna do
When he's up and he gets out
When he finally breaks through
And they let him leave the house

[final] 

Mismatchism

Indie Pop, Dreampop, Shoegaze, Neo-Psychedelica, Jangle Pop, Indie, Alternative

some sorry spiders

#stonerrock #postpunkrock #rockmusic #dark #alternativerock #sad #emotional #indierock #winter #rainy #wendir #deep #poetry #new #playlist #deepempotion #drive

Endless void 


Shattered glass on the pavement
Broken dreams for payment
Cold nights never ending
Empty bottles descending

[Verse 2]
Lost in a maze of sorrow
Bleeding hearts we borrow
Screams echo in the distance
Crying for resistance

[Chorus]
Drowning in this endless void
Chaos we can't avoid
Tears fall like acid rain
Stuck in this cycle of pain

[Verse 3]
Rusty nails in the coffin
Hope is something forgotten
Dark clouds hanging low
What we reap is what we sow

[Bridge]
Silence screams in the dark
Lost souls leave their mark
Shadows creeping closer
Life's a cruel imposer

[Chorus]
Drowning in this endless void
Chaos we can't avoid
Tears fall like acid rain
Stuck in this cycle of pain

Endless Void-Wendir

Indie Pop, Dreampop, Shoegaze, Hypnagogic Pop, Neo-Psychedelica, Indie Rock, Indie, Alternative

Dreams are fried and layered with angels

Indie Pop, Dreampop, Hypnagogic Pop, Neo-Psychedelica, Art Rock, Slowcore, Indie Rock, Alternative

monoculture (i)

Last

Losing Gravity floats through the quiet moment when everything starts to slip away — love, certainty, control. Shimmering synths, airy textures, and hypnotic rhythms create a weightless atmosphere where you’re falling, but it’s almost beautiful. It’s melancholic, cinematic, and impossible to hold onto.

chillwave, dreamwave, synthpop, indie electronic, losing gravity, atmospheric, retro pop, 80s inspired, melancholic pop, vaporwave, cinematic synths, lo-fi electronic, dreamy vibes, space pop, nostalgic pop, late night music, chill electronic, new music, indie artist

Losing Gravity

Tiptoe Through The Tulips

Indie Pop, Dreampop, Chillwave, Hypnagogic Pop, Jangle Pop, Neo-Psychedelica, New Wave, Indie, Alternative

protocol (i know what it's like to be different)

protocol (i know what it’s like to be different)

Undressed (Remastered)

Dress on the floor (Remastered)

Don't Know What Im Supposed to Say

alt-Pop, Indie Pop, Dreampop, Downtempo, Chamber Pop

Alice Starr

Endless Evening is a surreal, retro-lounge indie rock album that feels like stepping into a fading, glamorous world stuck in time. Each track tells a story about strange characters—mysterious figures like Mr. Dawn, the cryptic Envy, and the crooked elites of a decadent city where power and illusion rule.

mr dawn

There is no if nor how, there is only now

Dreams are fried and layered with angels

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