Name: white tights (pippa’s version) by Primitive Painter in Copy of 1. Two Cups of Blues
Duration: 4 min 8 s
Description: alt-Pop, Downtempo, Dreampop, Hypnagogic Pop, Lounge Pop, Pop

Copy of 1. Two Cups of Blues

Moonlight Dreams

Neon Dusk is where the shadows breathe and the city sings.
A cinematic blend of gritty emotion and smooth alt-pop textures.
From bluesy funk vibes to moody electro and bright, beat-driven anthems — this album captures that feeling of driving under flickering lights with too many thoughts and just enough music to hold them together.

Every track tells a different story: heartbreak in static, hope under flickering signs, and soul stitched into melody.

MrDadGuy & Co. present a raw, honest, and unforgettable alt journey.

🌌 This is the soundtrack to your late-night thoughts.

Neon Dust

Undressed (Remastered)

Lyrics:

I found a map in the stars tonight
But it led me nowhere
Just dim light
Every road was you
Every turn was blind

Do I follow the pull
Do I stand still
You’re the only gravity I feel

Lost in your eyes
No need to be found
World fades away
No up no down
Lost in your eyes
It’s where I’ll stay
No path
No plan
Just drift away

Your gaze
A maze
No end in sight
A riddle wrapped in velvet twilight
No escape
But I don’t even fight

Lost in your eyes
No need to be found
World fades away
No up no down
Lost in your eyes
It’s where I’ll stay
No path
No plan
Just drift away

Every blink’s a door I’ll never open
Every tear’s a word you’ve left unspoken
I’d stay forever in this ocean

Lost in Your Eyes

Contemporary blues fusion, folk influences, world music elements
Acoustic fingerpicking guitar, organic looping layers, vintage suitcase percussion, produced with AI

Street Corner Dreams

Intimate.  Addictive. This is the darkness you can’t resist.

We’ve been working on this record for almost two years – and now it’s finally here: “Devil” has been born.
But this album is nothing like anything we’ve done before. Dark, cryptic, yet strangely catchy – a sound that mixes our roots with pop culture fragments, hypnotic songwriting, and a touch of madness.

It’s by far our most experimental project, maybe even the most mainstream thing we’ve ever created. And still, it’s undeniably us – raw, uncompromising, layered, like a mirror of the darkness in our time.

This album is more than just music. It’s an invitation:
A dance between desire and downfall, a ritual between shadow and light, a voice pulling you into the unknown.

And here’s the best part: “Devil” is only dropping on SoundCloud. Nowhere else. No streaming platforms, no physical release. Just here.
It’s our little gift to the community that’s been with us all along.

We hope you’ll love it as much as we do.
Because for us, this isn’t just another chapter –
it might just be the best thing we’ve ever done.

Let yourself be tempted. Step inside.

Prince of Lies

Too Unkind

Alone with You

The Power Bearer - For those born in XXX8, wrestling with authentic leadership versus control and corruption.

Pillars of Fire

alt-Pop, Downtempo, Dreampop, Hypnagogic Pop, Lounge Pop, Pop

white tights (pippa’s version)

A cinematic, acoustic memoir of Southern twilight. Across 11 tracks, it weaves porchlight intimacy with gospel grit, blending Chicago blues, Motown warmth, and folk storytelling into a cohesive emotional arc.

Rust & Roses

I won’t save the stories you tell about yourself.
I’ll scatter them like ash in the air.
When nothing answers back,
that is where you begin.

Breathe, breathe, breathe
deeper, stronger, wider still.
In, out, in, out
let it break, let it fill.
Not a high but a harvest,
you are breath, and you are will.

I don’t weigh your sins,
I weigh your silence.
I don’t keep your past,
I keep the pulse beneath it.
Strip down, and when you shake,
I will not call it weakness.

Breathe, breathe, breathe
deeper, stronger, wider still.
In, out, in, out
let it break, let it fill.
Not a high but a harvest,
you are breath, and you are will.

Breathe in, no name.
Breathe out, no mask.
Again, again, again
until nothing is left but the breath.
Not a high but a harvest,
the body remembers best.

Breathe, breathe, breathe
deeper, stronger, wider still.
In, out, in, out
let it break, let it fill.
Not a high but a harvest,
you are breath, and you are will.

not a high

A quiet morning, two mugs cooling on a scratched table. No words needed. Fingerpicked blues meets gospel harmony – warm, dry, and honest.

Two Cups of Blues

One man, one sax, one rainy street. Smoky, narrative, male lead with gospel chorus. A story told in breath and brass.

The Man with the Saxophone

Murder Ballad

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

sweet marbles (i want this day to last)

Tanzania

There is no if nor how, there is only now

white tights (pippa’s version)

Primitive Painter

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