Poppy Dreams
I was wandering in my mind with you
Poppy Dreams | 01
Nightshades
“Nightshades” opens the album in half-light — the moment after closure.
It drifts through the haze of memory and desire,
where echoes of past nights meet a present that feels open again.
Deep bass, flowing minimal grooves, and rich atmospheric textures
invite you into a late-night reverie that unfolds slowly.
This track moves through the space where night is not escape, but permission.
Not a search for completion, but a willingness to feel.
Contours soften, desire and memory overlap, and time begins to lose direction.
“Nightshades” is not about what happened —
it is about the moment before meaning forms,
when the night first starts to feel intimate.
Poppy Dreams | 02
Precious
“Precious” is a quiet turn inward — and a careful glance outward.
This track is addressed both to the self and to love itself:
to what has been carried, protected, and not yet given away.
It is not a declaration, but a recognition of value —
something held gently, because it matters.
“Precious” moves in restraint.
Nothing is rushed. Nothing is claimed.
The song lingers in the awareness that closeness can exist
without being named, owned, or secured.
Here, love is not a promise or a demand.
It is a presence — fragile, intact, and worth keeping that way.
Like a moment before stepping into the night:
standing in front of the mirror, sensing what might unfold —
not yet lived, not yet lost, only possible.
Poppy Dreams | 03
Poppy Dreams / How Can I?
"Poppy Dreams / How Can I?" is about letting go. About moments where you try to explain yourself, yet never feel fully understood. What stays isn’t clarity—it’s the effect those words have once you let them in.
Even when words are misunderstood, they still shape you. The response, intended or not, leaves a trace. It may lead somewhere different than expected, becoming something other than what was meant—but it still forms you.
This song lives in that aftermath. Not in what was said, but in what it did to me. Poppy Dreams / How Can I? is about how a conversation—understood or not—can quietly alter who you become.
Poppy Dreams | 04
Color the blue
“Color The Blue” marks the transition into the dreamlike realm of Poppy Dreams — the point where the night fully opens.
The track drifts through softened echoes and suspended motion,
where sound begins to blur the edges of reality.
Voices appear like memories, textures dissolve, and time loosens its grip.
“Color the Blue” is not about a person, but a state of surrender —
the moment of closing one’s eyes and allowing the night to take over.
It carries the quiet familiarity of something once known,
felt again in another form.
This song invites you to let go of direction,
to color the blue from within,
and to remain where waking fades
and dreaming begins.
Poppy Dreams | 05
Floating
“Floating” is the moment of recognition.
Not falling into the other —
but almost losing oneself in one’s own reflection,
mirrored in someone else’s eyes.
This track holds a rare balance:
two people are present, neither absorbed nor disappearing.
Awareness deepens without collapse.
What is seen is not possession, but clarity.
“Floating” is not the end of a story, but an opening —
a quiet threshold where two intact selves step into something shared.
Like passing a gate where the air feels different,
calm and shaded,
as if a linden tree has been holding the space for a long time,
and late May had briefly settled in the mind.
Poppy Dreams | 06
I Do
“I Do” is the moment of mutual acknowledgment.
Not a vow spoken aloud,
but a recognition that has already taken place.
Two paths crossing without collision,
each intact, each aware.
This track carries the quiet certainty of having seen —
and being seen — without claiming ownership.
What is affirmed here is not attachment,
but the integrity of the other.
“I Do” does not seal a bond.
It names a moment where both remained themselves —
and still chose to stand within the same space.
Two moons aligning through mutual awareness
and unspoken agreement.
Finding a free space,
hoping to keep it for a lifetime.
Poppy Dreams | 07
Calm Down
“Calm Down” steps away from intensity — without undoing it.
Have you ever sneaked out of a window
to meet your friends in a village pub?
Maybe you should have.
After recognition, the night loosens its grip.
The air changes. Movement returns.
What felt weighty is allowed to breathe again.
This track shifts the scene outward:
from inward clarity to shared motion,
from stillness to sound,
from significance to presence.
“Calm Down” is not retreat.
It is the decision to stay human.
To leave the charged space behind
and dissolve meaning in laughter, noise, and night.
It may sound inevitable.
It is.
You can read it in books.
Poppy Dreams | 08
Paris
When answers can only blame.
Is he? Has he? Did he? — the inevitable.
That is Paris.
Paris is a state.
Paris is a frozen emotion.
The kind of place where you do not do something —
you accidentally find yourself drawn in.
That is what makes it so perfect.
And that is the challenge:
to release, to break a pattern.
Searching, finding —
many ancient and contemporary minds have tried to grasp it.
Paris is not a place.
Paris is neither male nor female.
It is the perfect state to be in between.
Searching, almost finding —
and yet, once you seem to hold on to it,
it is already slipping away.
As it was, it is.
A blur in time and mind.
Hence, Precious — take your lesson.
What a global version of U
that is.
Poppy Dreams | 09
Keep That Picture
You certainly remember that one night you enter a club. You feel the rush that hits you out of nowhere.
You are drawn into the night just within 4 specific beats. You can't resist. Yet, you are sober, you are as sober as this moment needs to remember
you months after and you know you will remember ages after.
You keep that picture in your heart. You are not alone in this moment. You know you are seen. But what counts, what counts aren't all those eyes on you
entering the dancefloor. You are just aware that there is just one pair.
And you feel it every time you remember. These eyes are taking care of you through all your life.
Poppy Dreams | 10
Poppy, Come over
The moment before dreaming starts. Eyes half open, the mind pulsating between seasons.
So to speak, the return of a dream that never truly ends.
Poppy, Come Over pulses in the shadows between memory and desire. Driven by hypnotic rhythms and soft-spoken urgency, this track marks the moment where night melts into something else—fragile, breathless, glowing—dissolving into morning under sunlight you can’t ignore as it caresses your sleep.
The album is on its way, but let me dare: a second release will follow—
a remix EP, a mirror, a deepening. You wouldn’t want to miss either.
A whisper from the past.
Poppy Dreams become reality, drifting into The Summer of '24.
Were you called? Will you follow?
Poppy, Come Over lingers at the edge of sleep—half dream, half memory.
With minimal beats, soft textures, and whispered vocals, the track traces the slow descent into stillness after the night has ended. It’s a quiet plea for surrender, a final call before fading.
Woven from fragments of a sleepless winter morning, Poppy, Come Over is the hidden heartbeat of Poppy Dreams—fragile, hypnotic, and full of longing.
What can I say?
Maybe all of this happened before sunlight kissed the mouths of those who stayed.
Do you want to be kissed away?
Poppy Dreams | 11
Be Gentle
You want to. You do not need to. But you whish to. You want it. But still you try to resist. And still, you force it.
Have you ever wanted someone to tell you the truth —
not the kind that wins an argument, but the kind that actually sees you?
“Be Gentle” circles that exact tension:
the need for a judgment that is precise, not flattering;
clear, not misleading — yet still rooted in understanding.
The track holds contradiction on purpose:
Don’t judge me. Judge me.
Because this is what honesty feels like when there is something at stake —
when desire, shame, gratitude, and fear speak at the same time.
“Be Gentle” is not asking for softness.
It is asking for fairness:
to weigh what is visible without ignoring what lies beneath it,
to be exact without becoming cruel.
A song for anyone who has ever wanted the truth —
and still hoped to survive it.
Poppy Dreams | 12
Meet In Dreams
“Meet In Dreams” is the place where you can observe yourself being judged without anxiety — free to decide whether this judgment is something you asked for, something you play with, or something you simply do not need.
This track does not ask for presence — it allows it. Dreams become a meeting ground where identity loosens, and nothing needs to be proven.
What is said here does not follow into daylight. No faces are required. No decisions are expected.
This is not an escape from reality, but a place beyond consequence — where truth may appear without demand.
Sing With Me | 06
Sing With Me
“Sing With Me” captures a moment of shared presence — not as a promise, but as a memory of being aligned.
It is about singing together without explanation, without destination. Each voice remains its own, yet the moment is carried collectively.
This track is not about longing for love — it is about recognizing it where it already lives: within oneself. Together.
Movement on the outside, descent on the inside.
Nothing is asked. Nothing is taken. Only a state is remembered — again and again.
A moment of being lightly connected — almost floating — where time loosens its grip and alignment happens without effort.
Unnoticed. Unmarked. Still intact.
There — where past, present, and future seem to melt into one.
Poppy Dreams | 14
Mantras In Awe
„Mantras In Awe“ stands at the threshold between devotion and distance.
It is not a confession, but a recognition — of words that shaped, opened, and remained.
This track acknowledges influence without claiming ownership. It speaks of language as touch, of belief as something learned rather than demanded.
What was sung was never meant as proof. These were mantras — repeated truths, carried forward, transformed.
Here, Poppy Dreams begins to look at itself.
The dream does not end — it prepares to cross.