Name: protocol (i know what it’s like to be different) by Primitive Painter
Duration: 3 min 38 s
Description: Indie Pop, Dreampop, Chillwave, Hypnagogic Pop, Jangle Pop, Neo-Psychedelica, New Wave, Indie, Alternative

Your Friends


There’s plenty of time
To know your friends
Later on tonight

Clara I already met her
Clara I just know her
Clara Clara Clara 

Maybe is that music is art
And not just a way to make friends 
Maybe is that music is not
For artistocrats but for guttersnipes
Maybe is that music is art
And not a pass time to spend money

There’s plenty of time
But I don’t wanna know 
your fake friends 

Clara I already met her
Clara she can tell 
how much I like her 

Maybe is that music is art
And not just a way to make friends 
Maybe is that music is not
For artistocrats  but for guttersnipes
Maybe is that music is art
And not a pass time to spend money

(Fact is I’m just full of it
And I just can stand it
No more)

(But I still want you so)

Maybe is that music is art
And not just a way to make friends 
Maybe is that music is not
For artistocrats but for guttersnipes
Maybe is that music is art
And not a pass time to spend money

Your Friends

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)

In the low light
On a long night
There's a new sound
Shaking the ground

(Pre-Chorus)
A shared look
The old rules shook
We're all in sync
On the brink

(Chorus)
Yeah, something's coming
A new drum is drumming
Yeah, something's here
And the feeling's clear

(Verse 2)
It's a strong pull
The room is full
Of a wild force
On a new course

(Pre-Chorus)
A shared look
The old rules shook
We're all in sync
On the brink

(Chorus)
Yeah, something's coming
A new drum is drumming
Yeah, something's here
And the feeling's clear

(Bridge)
We won't turn back
On this new track
This is the change
To rearrange

(Chorus)
Yeah, something's coming
A new drum is drumming
Yeah, something's here
And the feeling's clear

(Outro)
Something's coming
Something's here
Something's coming
The feeling's clear

In the low light III

First Touch

Don't Know What Im Supposed to Say

Instrumental Intro]
(gentle acoustic & lead guitar harmonies)

⸻

[Bridge]
Your voice – so warm, so mesmerizing,
Still echoes deep inside my mind.
I’d listen to your words forever,
Each time I hear them, I rewind.

Just two words – “my love,”
The ones you said to me
When I was too afraid to speak.

⸻

[Instrumental Intermezzo]

⸻

[Bridge]
You waited by the town square clock,
While I was late and running wild,
Wind in your hair, a dream in your eyes,
Looking like a fearless child.

Sweating but smiling, you didn’t leave —
We met again, hearts on fire.
And that’s when you first whispered softly:
“I love you” — words that never tire.

⸻

[Bridge – reprise]
You waited by the town square clock,
With tangled hair and dreams so free,
I still remember every second —
The way you turned and smiled at me.

⸻

[Instrumental Guitar Solo]
(melodic lead with emotional bends and slides)

⸻

[Bridge – reprise / final]
Your voice – so warm, so mesmerizing,
Still plays like a song in my mind.
And I repeat those words in silence,
Again and again, through time.

⸻

[Instrumental Outro]
(fade out with layered guitar picking and soft ambient chords)

two-worlds ( 2 )

Let's Go Find It

Anywhere You're Is My Home

Colors On The Floor

Te rappelles-tu quand tu te rappelais d’avant la vie
Le paraît-il temps où tu ne savais pas la mort

Te souviens-tu l’odeur de ton premier souvenir
Le parfum du bonheur de ton dernier fou rire

Te reviennent-ils ces ça farte qu’on essayait de casser
Le paraître des heures où on savait jouer

Te rappelles-tu que tu te rappelais d’avant la vie
Te souviens-tu l’odeur de ton premier souvenir

Le paraît-il temps où tu ne savais pas la mort
Le parfum du bonheur de ton dernier fou rire

Avant d’être emportée
Avant d’être retournée
Dans les étoiles
Sans les et toi

Te rappelles-tu cette paresse
Que l’ivresse de la mort
Toute cette tendresse
Que la caresse du sort

Te rappelles-tu cette paresse
Dans les étoiles
Que l’ivresse de la mort
T’avait redonné

Toute cette tendresse
Sans les et toi
Que la caresse du sort
T’avait transporté

L'ivresse paresse de la tendresse de cette caresse

zaberet menya dym

There is no if nor how, there is only now

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

Primitive Painter

Recent comments

H-dMan Such

Related tracks