Name: i’m sticking my tongue out in silence by Primitive Painter
Duration: 3 min 39 s
Description: Indie Pop, Dreampop, Hypnagogic Pop, Chillwave, Neo-Psychedelica, Bedroom Pop, Jangle Pop, Indie Rock, Sophisti-Pop, Alternative

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

confetti on the church floor

First single from the debut four-track EP 'Nights', to be released on Spirit Goth Records on October 3rd

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Not In Love

Nothing By It (ft. Ella Walton)

what the cinnamon toast fuck is this (wave mix)

[Verse 1]
There’s a man on the corner with a jacket too big,
Counting the cracks like they’re notes on a grid.
He talks to the air like it’s something he trusts,
And the silence replies with a layer of dust.
“I’m not crazy, I’d rather be dead,”
The man said sternly to the voice in his head.
But the words fall flat, like a song out of tune,
While the sky hums softly with a paper-thin moon.

[Chorus]
And I just watch him fade into the streetlight glow,
Carrying a secret only he could know.
If he’s lost, then he hides it in the fold of his smile,
Walking with the madness like a friend for a while.

[Verse 2]
He folds paper birds out of receipts in his hands,
Lets them all fly where the lamppost stands.
The world keeps spinning, but he stands still,
Wrapped in a blanket that the night can’t fill.
And when he laughs, it’s a fragile sound,
Like glass in the wind, falling down, down, down.
But he catches himself with a shake of his head,
Repeats that same phrase he already said.

[Chorus 2]
And I just watch him fade into the streetlight glow,
Carrying a secret only he could know.
If he’s lost, then he hides in the hum of the night,
Holding hands with madness till the morning light.

[Bridge]
Maybe he’s broken, maybe he’s free,
Maybe he’s something I wish I could be.
Dancing with shadows, refusing the cure,
He says he’s not crazy—
But I’m not so sure.

[Final Chorus] 
And I just watch him fade into the streetlight glow,
Carrying a secret only he could know.
If he’s gone, then he’s found in a world of his own,
Building quiet kingdoms where he’s never alone.

Paper Birds (feat. Nostalgia Boy)

Indie Pop, Dreampop, Hypnagogic Pop, Chillwave, Neo-Psychedelica, Indie Rock, Pop/Rock, Alternative

the sunflower police

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.

Yellow sweater

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

i’m sticking my tongue out in silence

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"

i’m sticking my tongue out in silence

Primitive Painter

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