I sit in my trusty old swivel chair, back hunched, legs apart; a cigarette in one hand and a bottle of Jack in the other. I've never been one for small vices, but tonight is an exception. I take my time, alternating between the heat of the whiskey and the soft, soothing feel of the smoke. Looking out at the docks always gave me a sense of tranquility I can't explain. Maybe it's the boats rocking back and forth, the glow of the lamplights shimmering on the water, the cool, night breeze-or maybe it's the sound of jazz sweeping through the streets, gifted to every passerby by the shunned and downtrodden living in the slums. A rough life, but you wouldn't know it from how they played. God damn, but could they play. Almost makes me forget...but I never forget. This city is sick. It’s always been sick. Run by organized crime syndicates and corrupt politicians. No difference between the two, I guess. Even in my most peaceful moments I was haunted by the fact that somewhere some innocent life was getting snuffed out. Makes me wonder if my efforts were worth a damn, if they've _ever_ been worth a dam. Put one down, two more rise from the gunpowder. It's a dance we're all familiar with, but we keep stepping in time with the beat. There's nothing else we can do but hope the next bullet doesn't have our name on it. It's a simple roll of the dice, really. Will fate be kind today or does the city want blood? It thirsts for it, like some cruel, Biblical god, but we all have to take a chance. Got no choice. I had to try. Gunshots in the distance. There goes another one. Just be grateful it wasn't you. Today. I take a sip, the cool glass grazing my lips. I can't taste anymore. I lose my grip. The cup slips through my fingers, shattering when it hits the floor. The lights on the water meld into one large multicolor flame. How long has it been since my last puff? I look at the cigarette, nearly a bud. A throaty chuckle rolls off my tongue as I flick it aside. My feet collapse and I lunge forward, hanging my head. I can smell blood in the air, but is it mine or the city's? The sharp pain in my gut numbs and I try to stand, but reality's one mean son-of-a-bitch. I keel over, landing face-first against the window sill. I cling to the wood for purchase, resting my cheek on my hand. The music continues to play, and we dance. We all dance.
Warning: exposure to this music may cause side effects including, but not limited to, stubble growth, tobacco addiction, urge to wear a fedora, and spontaneously monologuing like a noir detective.
[Made a better version, check below to find it] Inhaling the smoke from my cigar, I look at the case file. Case #32, that damned case. An example of how these streets weren't safe no more. Robert Gibbs, a poor man struggling to make ends meet had been robbed by some company man. When he resisted, he was shot in the back and left to die. I have a suspension that the murderer was Mike McCarthy, a sketchy fellow with the strong scent of blood and a famous 2 inch penis. That man had no respect for the working class, always underpaying his workers and over-working them. A classic example of what this place has become, obsessed with money and inconsiderate of human lives. Exhaling, I stare at my glass. Whiskey with ice on top, floating as if it were mocking my current inability to crack the case with needed evidence. I down the glass. I sat up, putting on my trenchcoat and my fedora, opening the door, I took a breath, "Mike, it's time for your date with justice."
I fell in love with the noir genre thanks to college film societies, an institution that did not survive the onslaught of the VCR. Loved the great noirs of my youth, like Chinatown and Body Heat. I smoked during my freshman year in college, then spent the next 10 years chronically craving tobacco. When I was a boy, my father always came home from his shabby white collar job wearing a fedora. When my father retired, I asked my mother where his fedora was; she couldn't tell me. I mourn the thing. Now in my 70s, I dread revealing the white stubble on my Adam's apple. Consolation: my wife shaves me every 8 weeks or so. I twice hitchhiked from New Jersey to Chicago. When I think about that, I hear Gentle on My Mind "on the back roads of my mem'ry"...
I hear this song and... I remember the day of my father's die, with this song I remember all the bad moments I have lived and I cry, and I do not know why but this song gives me goosebumps, have good night/day.
I hope to hear this song into 15 years more (im 24 now). And look at my past, remembering all my adventures, errors, my childhood, my lovers, and then smile ...
Snow blankets the sidewalk; I pull my scarf up and brace against the cold. The wintry wind threatens to pull my fedora off my head. The city's quiet fills me with solitary contemplation as I stalk the streets of my old home. As I cross the frozen courtyard, and stop for a brief look out over the river, I can just barely make out the city skyline. Tonight's a night for lost dreams.
The sun goes to bed while I lie here in wait of the next dawn. I was a man of 30. I've done it all to keep the mind busy and even at my age have grown tired of the world. While I lie there under the stars on a piece of a broken building near the filth of the gutters, I could not help but think back as to why this was called the Sunshine State. In all of my 17 years here, I've seen it for what it truly is: A mortuary of lost souls. The many who had come down here were the discarded, the unloved....losers like me with the false sense of a second chance that would come their way. I had lost everything, my family, my friends, my future....ever since then, my life had tread to darker territories to numb the hurt. The booze, the parties, and the women were cheap fixes. No thrills to be had, no rush, just something to make me feel real. If there was something out there in the world, the ultimate high even or at least an even greater thrill that would get me off, I would gladly leave this world giving everyone the biggest middle finger I could possibly muster.
I take a drag from fresh, potent flower Every inhale is just a deep, long cry I substitute my happiness for fulfillment I commit to understanding the world is beautifully fixed, with never knowing anything Lone nights and as I inhale I feel the sensation as if I am crying More numbness washes and dries the tears I don’t want to feel, and be a victim to the worlds sorrow I take a drag from fresh, potent flower
I remember hearing this in a creepy pasta video and I could not find it for the life of me. I looked up noir jazz saxophone. THIS WAS THE FIRST SONG IN THE SOUNDTRACK OMG IT WAS HYPE. I've been looking for a while now
Segin the dot well their is a new creepypasta with this song mixed in with another noir jazz song it’s called The neverglade Mysteries by Mrcreepypasta
A la mayoría nos recuerda a los viejos tiempos, de que tan rápido pasa todo y de como varias personas que hablas ahora ya no les vas a hablas jamás en toda la eternidad en algún momento Perdón me sumergió mucho xd
I see myself lying in bed, watching the stars in my dreams, asking why, why i feel that way? I feel like...sad, but not the concept of sad that we know, its a different kind of being sad, because i see the world, the people with other eyes, more deep, more colorful, more real... i just dont know, i just like this song and i create different stories Sorry about the grammar, English is not my main languaje Love to you all, Good night/day
"It seemed like an evening just like any other, bleak and where boredom is law. Suddenly, she walked into my office, this red dressed lady, pale with black messy hair and empty red eyes where you could see her tears had made her makeup leak on her face, this lady didn't say anything yet I knew from the moment our eyes met that this wasn't something that would be easily taken care of. Some time passed and as I lit a cigar she slowly sat down. She was holding tears, I could see it, and the pain from her silent being was palpable, it made me remember how life could be a bitch..."
I really love this song iI first came across it from the Rusty Lake cube escape game Harvey's box and when they were nice enough (creators of the game) to tell me who wrote it I can't stop listening to this wonderful tune. Thank you for publishing it.
"And there i sat, in the back of a Vladimir Lem's 50's Mercedes, on the way to my next dive behind New York's curtains, far divided from the busy crosswalks, tourist attractions and yellow cabs. I was picked up after my last encounter with the Punchinello's crime family, vladimir lem was different, he embodied the oldschool way of the mobster life, one with Code, morals, and traditions.. He had promised me "An offer i can't refuse".. as a cop myself, i wasn't expecting to be working in organized crime, but then again there is the phrase, "The enemy of my enemy is my best friend". I glanced to my left and saw Vlad on his phone, talking his native tongue, i couldn't make sense of it, so i switched my gaze out the window as we were climbing the on ramp to the brooklyn bridge. Slowly, the New York skyline shifted into view, the snowstorm, flashing lights and midnight darkness morphed the city into something else, Noir York City. One i had been getting a little too familiar with lately. As we arrived at the docks, Vlad instructed me to take care of a traitor, i briefly reflected upon a thought, "How many traitors have met there end here?" Soon this new traitor would join the army of dead men under the cold waves of the hudson river, cement feet in line, marching trough the gates of hell. I stepped forward towards the entrance, Beretta shaking nervously under my coat, cold steel piercing my very being. It was time to end this."
I remember that this is used in some of Brave The Cat’s Hogger Simps videos. My favourite episodes of that are Sonic.EXE and Fleetway. And both of which are episodes that use this music at one point.
Who've thought this would be my life? A young private eye who had a sense of justice, swore vengeance for all and desire to set things right. Only to be the things that kid hated, now lurking in the shadows with regrets and liquor in their hand. The Friends I've left behind, enemies that got the best of me, families that ruin my trust and promises I failed. Talk about rock bottom, huh? least I have my sanity and not living on the streets, though that's where crime is and where I'm needed. It's a another day for the detective.
She walked through my door like a tigress walks into a Burmese orphanage - strawberry blonde and legs for hours. No dame her age could afford a coat like that, and the kinda makeup she had on gave me a good idea how she got it. She had bad news written on her like October of '29
+SouLessEntity My system is so tempted to take Y2K into account and interpret your input of '29 as 2029, but I know my early 20th century United States history better than that. You are referring to the then impeding Great Recession and standing Prohibition of the 1930s.
This Is My Sad Story: Stuck In a Room, My Heart Is Broken, I'm Heartbroken, They Judge Me Before I Was In Prison, That's Why I Am So Suffering And Silence, My Life Was So Hurt, Painful And Cold, I've Been Torture Like Revenge, Payback And Grounded For Life, And This Is Why I've Got Carried Away, Because Of My Hopes, Dreams, Future And Family Tradition. 😞
There's the case that makes you and the case that breaks you...The one you never solve, the one that keeps you awake at night. The case that gnaws at your guts and ruins your marriage. The case that keeps you propping up a bar as you relive the what-ifs, the might-have-beens, the half-leads and half-truths. The case that other cops murmur about whenever you walk past. The case you never...ever...discuss.
@superubercool Well, you have either Chill out, Lounge, Easy Listening, Smooth Jazz...but I get your point. You want something jazzy but sad, something Noir Film style, like "Farewell blues" from Cowboy Bebop...well, I don't know if there's a "Noir Jazz" style out there, but I wish I knew how it is called, too...
“You feel that? Take it back… yeah”
Lol 😂 just came from that video lol
Lmao me too
“WHAT YOU JUST SAY TO ME?!” Shoutout to Lean! 😂
Hahahaha yes !
Wasssup nigka ✌🏼🤣
"Yeah... You feel that?"
It's yours
I see you also entered the promised land by finding this song's name.
I sit in my trusty old swivel chair, back hunched, legs apart; a cigarette in one hand and a bottle of Jack in the other. I've never been one for small vices, but tonight is an exception. I take my time, alternating between the heat of the whiskey and the soft, soothing feel of the smoke. Looking out at the docks always gave me a sense of tranquility I can't explain. Maybe it's the boats rocking back and forth, the glow of the lamplights shimmering on the water, the cool, night breeze-or maybe it's the sound of jazz sweeping through the streets, gifted to every passerby by the shunned and downtrodden living in the slums. A rough life, but you wouldn't know it from how they played. God damn, but could they play.
Almost makes me forget...but I never forget.
This city is sick. It’s always been sick. Run by organized crime syndicates and corrupt politicians. No difference between the two, I guess. Even in my most peaceful moments I was haunted by the fact that somewhere some innocent life was getting snuffed out. Makes me wonder if my efforts were worth a damn, if they've _ever_ been worth a dam. Put one down, two more rise from the gunpowder. It's a dance we're all familiar with, but we keep stepping in time with the beat. There's nothing else we can do but hope the next bullet doesn't have our name on it. It's a simple roll of the dice, really. Will fate be kind today or does the city want blood? It thirsts for it, like some cruel, Biblical god, but we all have to take a chance. Got no choice. I had to try.
Gunshots in the distance. There goes another one. Just be grateful it wasn't you. Today.
I take a sip, the cool glass grazing my lips. I can't taste anymore. I lose my grip. The cup slips through my fingers, shattering when it hits the floor. The lights on the water meld into one large multicolor flame. How long has it been since my last puff? I look at the cigarette, nearly a bud. A throaty chuckle rolls off my tongue as I flick it aside. My feet collapse and I lunge forward, hanging my head. I can smell blood in the air, but is it mine or the city's? The sharp pain in my gut numbs and I try to stand, but reality's one mean son-of-a-bitch. I keel over, landing face-first against the window sill. I cling to the wood for purchase, resting my cheek on my hand. The music continues to play, and we dance.
We all dance.
Perfect for a night drive.
“Take it back.”
“Take it back, n*gga.”
This detective office music
SS13 momento
"If we take back the word, it will harm us no more."
This gives me the chills every single time I listen to it.
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yep I'm with you on that
Warning: exposure to this music may cause side effects including, but not limited to, stubble growth, tobacco addiction, urge to wear a fedora, and spontaneously monologuing like a noir detective.
beat it, toots, these streets ain't what they used to be...
@@seanmacguire8148 LMAO
[Made a better version, check below to find it]
Inhaling the smoke from my cigar, I look at the case file. Case #32, that damned case. An example of how these streets weren't safe no more.
Robert Gibbs, a poor man struggling to make ends meet had been robbed by some company man. When he resisted, he was shot in the back and left to die.
I have a suspension that the murderer was Mike McCarthy, a sketchy fellow with the strong scent of blood and a famous 2 inch penis.
That man had no respect for the working class, always underpaying his workers and over-working them. A classic example of what this place has become, obsessed with money and inconsiderate of human lives.
Exhaling, I stare at my glass. Whiskey with ice on top, floating as if it were mocking my current inability to crack the case with needed evidence. I down the glass.
I sat up, putting on my trenchcoat and my fedora, opening the door, I took a breath, "Mike, it's time for your date with justice."
I fell in love with the noir genre thanks to college film societies, an institution that did not survive the onslaught of the VCR. Loved the great noirs of my youth, like Chinatown and Body Heat. I smoked during my freshman year in college, then spent the next 10 years chronically craving tobacco. When I was a boy, my father always came home from his shabby white collar job wearing a fedora. When my father retired, I asked my mother where his fedora was; she couldn't tell me. I mourn the thing. Now in my 70s, I dread revealing the white stubble on my Adam's apple. Consolation: my wife shaves me every 8 weeks or so. I twice hitchhiked from New Jersey to Chicago. When I think about that, I hear Gentle on My Mind "on the back roads of my mem'ry"...
Hearing this while playing a noir detective game
I hear this song and... I remember the day of my father's die, with this song I remember all the bad moments I have lived and I cry, and I do not know why but this song gives me goosebumps, have good night/day.
Robin Cabrera
I am sorry for what happened to your father
Keep your head up
He lives on in your memories and the ones he touched
My condolances are hereby given to you.
I hope to hear this song into 15 years more (im 24 now). And look at my past, remembering all my adventures, errors, my childhood, my lovers, and then smile ...
13 years to go
Snow blankets the sidewalk; I pull my scarf up and brace against the cold. The wintry wind threatens to pull my fedora off my head. The city's quiet fills me with solitary contemplation as I stalk the streets of my old home. As I cross the frozen courtyard, and stop for a brief look out over the river, I can just barely make out the city skyline. Tonight's a night for lost dreams.
The sun goes to bed while I lie here in wait of the next dawn. I was a man of 30. I've done it all to keep the mind busy and even at my age have grown tired of the world. While I lie there under the stars on a piece of a broken building near the filth of the gutters, I could not help but think back as to why this was called the Sunshine State. In all of my 17 years here, I've seen it for what it truly is: A mortuary of lost souls. The many who had come down here were the discarded, the unloved....losers like me with the false sense of a second chance that would come their way. I had lost everything, my family, my friends, my future....ever since then, my life had tread to darker territories to numb the hurt. The booze, the parties, and the women were cheap fixes. No thrills to be had, no rush, just something to make me feel real. If there was something out there in the world, the ultimate high even or at least an even greater thrill that would get me off, I would gladly leave this world giving everyone the biggest middle finger I could possibly muster.
Shout out to LeanandCuisine
“You feel that?”
The picture is the city of Hengsha in Deus Ex Human Revolution, fun game
I take a drag from fresh, potent flower
Every inhale is just a deep, long cry
I substitute my happiness for fulfillment
I commit to understanding the world is beautifully fixed, with never knowing anything
Lone nights and as I inhale I feel the sensation as if I am crying
More numbness washes and dries the tears
I don’t want to feel, and be a victim to the worlds sorrow
I take a drag from fresh, potent flower
I remember hearing this in a creepy pasta video and I could not find it for the life of me.
I looked up noir jazz saxophone.
THIS WAS THE FIRST SONG IN THE SOUNDTRACK OMG IT WAS HYPE. I've been looking for a while now
Segin the dot well their is a new creepypasta with this song mixed in with another noir jazz song it’s called The neverglade Mysteries by Mrcreepypasta
Well narrated by Mrcreepypasta
i heard it from sad nyan cat years ago
It's raining ever so lightly outside at the moment.....this is just perfect.
What's good...
Wow, it's raining slightly outside, and this song is making it the best stay home day ever. :3
cada vez que la escucho me hace sentir raro,como triste o algo así, cuando la escucho,pero es tan perfecta que no la dejaría de escuchar nunca..
A la mayoría nos recuerda a los viejos tiempos, de que tan rápido pasa todo y de como varias personas que hablas ahora ya no les vas a hablas jamás en toda la eternidad en algún momento
Perdón me sumergió mucho xd
"Take it back, its yours."
*jazz doin the rizz*
como puede alguien darle dislike a esta obra tan hermosa T_T
I see myself lying in bed, watching the stars in my dreams, asking why, why i feel that way? I feel like...sad, but not the concept of sad that we know, its a different kind of being sad, because i see the world, the people with other eyes, more deep, more colorful, more real... i just dont know, i just like this song and i create different stories
Sorry about the grammar, English is not my main languaje
Love to you all, Good night/day
Those feels
Yeah, this music can take you to some deep shit, if you really go with the flow, and that's properly what's so cool with music like this.
Daaaaaamn shit, I understand you very fucking well! Something have the sax, that gives you that feeling
Your comment was too deep for me to ever care about your grammar use.
+David Stott Sorry about that, i made that comment 2 years ago, im still learning english, but hey! thank you c:
The Unexpectables got me here and I regret nothing this is such a good tune
This should have played over the conversation on the rooftop between a humble noble and a heartbroken devil..
@@skitharixoftheshatteredmin5711 Oh my god yes that would’ve made that seen 1000 times more better
I LOST SOMETHING ONCE
SOMETHING I COULDN'T LIVE WITHOUT
MY IDENTITY
🤣🤣🤣
XD XD XD
1. Pause the video.
2. Go search "Rainy mood" at Google.
3. Click the 1st result.
4. Resume the video.
5. Enjoy!
Escuchalo con auriculares, es una experiencia grata
There's just something very emotional about this track.
This is probably the only song that makes me feel like I'm in a different world :) So beautiful
You know it's one of those sad, lonely, nostalgic, reflective nights (usually on the 2nd night of a cold), when you feel the need to bust this out.
“You feel that?” (Ifykyk)
This needs to be longer.
beautifull. great work. so calming. no words
Listen to it 10 years after, you welcome
"It seemed like an evening just like any other, bleak and where boredom is law. Suddenly, she walked into my office, this red dressed lady, pale with black messy hair and empty red eyes where you could see her tears had made her makeup leak on her face, this lady didn't say anything yet I knew from the moment our eyes met that this wasn't something that would be easily taken care of.
Some time passed and as I lit a cigar she slowly sat down.
She was holding tears, I could see it, and the pain from her silent being was palpable, it made me remember how life could be a bitch..."
jazz...no better music than it when it comes to chilling out
Oh god ... I would love to learn how to play the saxophone ... the most sensual deep and sorrowful instrument in the world .... its just .... lovely
This is the kind of song I'd listen to when walking down a city street at night while it's raining.
I don't usually like that much jazz and I don't listen to it much, but when I heard this it kinda made all my stress just go away :)
Please where can I find more of this kind of sad noir jazz music?
@@MDanielClark Thanks!
Where?
Where?
Where?
Where?
I really love this song iI first came across it from the Rusty Lake cube escape game Harvey's box and when they were nice enough (creators of the game) to tell me who wrote it I can't stop listening to this wonderful tune. Thank you for publishing it.
I first listened to it in Cube Escape as well
Holy shit. This brings me right back to Sad Nyan Cat.
same
I listened this song for 2 hours straight last night with rainymood playing in the background; it entirely changes the piece.
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Great piece ! OMG, it's so good... and sad
"And there i sat, in the back of a Vladimir Lem's 50's Mercedes, on the way to my next dive behind New York's curtains, far divided from the busy crosswalks, tourist attractions and yellow cabs.
I was picked up after my last encounter with the Punchinello's crime family, vladimir lem was different, he embodied the oldschool way of the mobster life, one with Code, morals, and traditions.. He had promised me "An offer i can't refuse".. as a cop myself, i wasn't expecting to be working in organized crime, but then again there is the phrase, "The enemy of my enemy is my best friend".
I glanced to my left and saw Vlad on his phone, talking his native tongue, i couldn't make sense of it, so i switched my gaze out the window as we were climbing the on ramp to the brooklyn bridge.
Slowly, the New York skyline shifted into view, the snowstorm, flashing lights and midnight darkness morphed the city into something else, Noir York City. One i had been getting a little too familiar with lately.
As we arrived at the docks, Vlad instructed me to take care of a traitor, i briefly reflected upon a thought, "How many traitors have met there end here?" Soon this new traitor would join the army of dead men under the cold waves of the hudson river, cement feet in line, marching trough the gates of hell.
I stepped forward towards the entrance, Beretta shaking nervously under my coat, cold steel piercing my very being.
It was time to end this."
Fancy meeting you here you emotional dipshit
The video game called Virtual Succubus uses it as the main menu theme (credited).
- Adûnâi
Dude if you know you know. “video game” haha
I remember that this is used in some of Brave The Cat’s Hogger Simps videos. My favourite episodes of that are Sonic.EXE and Fleetway. And both of which are episodes that use this music at one point.
This is the only Kevin McLeod song that I know that is like this one, slow, soft and calming :)
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“you feel that... you feel that” -first guy to say the n word
“If you will not love me I won’t allow you to love another~…”
A piece of peace
This is Black History's theme Now
Huh?
Who've thought this would be my life? A young private eye who had a sense of justice, swore vengeance for all and desire to set things right. Only to be the things that kid hated, now lurking in the shadows with regrets and liquor in their hand. The Friends I've left behind, enemies that got the best of me, families that ruin my trust and promises I failed. Talk about rock bottom, huh? least I have my sanity and not living on the streets, though that's where crime is and where I'm needed. It's a another day for the detective.
This is awesome
Thank you, Paul. Here's a sub.
She walked through my door like a tigress walks into a Burmese orphanage - strawberry blonde and legs for hours. No dame her age could afford a coat like that, and the kinda makeup she had on gave me a good idea how she got it. She had bad news written on her like October of '29
+SouLessEntity best read in Morgan Freeman's voice
+SouLessEntity noire
+Shinglehand Nahhh, Humphrey Bogart.
+SouLessEntity My system is so tempted to take Y2K into account and interpret your input of '29 as 2029, but I know my early 20th century United States history better than that. You are referring to the then impeding Great Recession and standing Prohibition of the 1930s.
Wtf does that mn
I listen to this song for hours at a time
I like the background
wow beautiful
Wonderful song in my opinion.
This musical piece gives me Pride... for some reason. 😏
Amo
Im listening almost every free moment to this song good lord :o
Oh to live in a rainy future mega city
This music really calms me down....
The Evil Bendy hoi bendy!
Los 90, buenos tiempos, buenos tiempos....
"It was the inspector, crawling out of the rubble."
that picture is so damn awesome haha i wish cities were like that :)
great song. wish there would be moar lik these
"Thats our power"
POV: You're trapped in Harvey's box as a bird in cube escape
I love it
Neverglade Mysteries
Tan antigua y tan buena... ❤
Omg..this was just amazing :)
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@@keeevart1424 thank you!!
all my feels
...i'd like to see my city with a sountrack like theese!
where do you live?
chile
I need more like this. Got any suggestions? I love the mood of this song!
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Tokyo Blue by najae
the genre seems to be Noire Jazz
YES I FINALLY FOUND IT!! iykyk
Hey Arnold!
This Is My Sad Story: Stuck In a Room, My Heart Is Broken, I'm Heartbroken, They Judge Me Before I Was In Prison, That's Why I Am So Suffering And Silence, My Life Was So Hurt, Painful And Cold, I've Been Torture Like Revenge, Payback And Grounded For Life, And This Is Why I've Got Carried Away, Because Of My Hopes, Dreams, Future And Family Tradition. 😞
@CKAGEmusic thank u so much, i'll listen, until i get sick of it
Шедевр...
Monty made some good music choices for the stream.
This reminds me of Blade Runner..... purely beautiful...
Unexpectables crew where you at
Who?
Sat in office at night, dim-lit by streetlight through the curtain, watching street shadows lurking.
There's the case that makes you and the case that breaks you...The one you never solve, the one that keeps you awake at night. The case that gnaws at your guts and ruins your marriage. The case that keeps you propping up a bar as you relive the what-ifs, the might-have-beens, the half-leads and half-truths. The case that other cops murmur about whenever you walk past. The case you never...ever...discuss.
-Detectives
-Crime
-Dark office smelling snuff
:')
@superubercool
Well, you have either Chill out, Lounge, Easy Listening, Smooth Jazz...but I get your point. You want something jazzy but sad, something Noir Film style, like "Farewell blues" from Cowboy Bebop...well, I don't know if there's a "Noir Jazz" style out there, but I wish I knew how it is called, too...
What’s good nigga?
you feel that?
hey how you been nigga?
Was good, niggas
Whats good Ninja, yeah just found it too 😂
Kevin Mcleod of the clan Mcleod
lovely song, I've added it to favourites because I don't want people looking through my favourites and seeing 'sad Nyan cat' :P
It's a Rhodes Piano IIRC. A jazz staple.
The love she gave to me is all I have to breathe