Rain/Fire: Turnabout Jazz Soul - Godot ~ The Fragrance of Dark Coffee
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- Опубліковано 27 сер 2024
- Turnabout Jazz Soul - Godot ~ The Fragrance of Dark Coffee
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Credits:
Song: • Turnabout Jazz Soul - ...
Fire: • HAARDVUUR / FIREPLACE ...
Rain: • RainyMood
MP3 file: www.mediafire.c...
01/18/2012: Feel free to download it, it has the ambiance built in, but please drop by on this video from time to time.
stay classy
The newest comment was 2 years ago. WHAT????
yo
and now this one is two years old... sheesh. time flies
This is my cake baking music. Every time I bake a cake, I put this on. Every cake turns out great. Is it because the cake is infused with soothing, classy music? The answer is yes: of course it is.
I hope you’re still baking cakes :)
This is one of the more brilliant things on the internet.
I know right ? I was playing a playlist when this started, since i knew the original version, it bring a smile to my face, while i was thinking how genius this was.
I turned this on and felt INSTANTLY relaxed.
He sat outside the cafe solemnly, embracing the downpour. I looked around the rustic cafe, sparsely populated, with the last few of the regulars sitting in front of the crackling fireplace. I took pity on the old soul, he had fallen on hard times. I arose and walked to the door. "This rain isn't going to be letting up anytime soon. Why don't you take a step inside and enjoy a nice cup o' coffee stranger? On the house." He simply grinned and wandered inside to the beckoning warmth of the fire.
Nuance stories, never understood why people write them in UA-cam comments, but I think it's the whole Jazz with black and white detective movie feel this track can give off.
This is by no means an original thought but whatever; this song plus rainymood is the best sleeping/relaxing aid ever conceived. Now add nostalgia to the mix and you'll almost get me to cry. I absolutely love it.
Damn, completely forgot about rainymood. Used to use it every night. That was a decade ago. Haven’t heard this song in many years.
I've listened to this about 20 times in a row already, no joke. Mmmmmm.
This should have a fireplace as a music video
"In order to help you remain calm in the face of almost certian death, Smooth Jazz will be played in 3, 2, 1" *this starts up*
THIS VIDEO CONTAINS CLASS
this song make me felt in love with coffee
Alan Jones sat in his bordeaux red comfort chair with eyes closed, listening to the sound of the rain washing away the sins of Chicago's late-night strollers. He wondered if his daughter was among them. But no, he has raised his Felicity to be smarter than that. She would be studying late into the night right now; that was how he had raised her. Alan may have made many mistakes in his life, but his daughter wasn't one of them. Mary may have passed away a long time ago, but he has made sure that, motherless or not, his daughter would grow up to be a fine, well-educated lady. He opened his eyes, took a sip of his dark coffee, and turned his attention to the folder lying on the pedestal cupboard. Grudgingly, he reached out for it. He stared long at the blank cover before he opened it. His eye shifted as he attentively read the details of the case, as he had done so many times before. The description of person his client wanted investigated matched his daughter's appearance exactly, up to the cute beauty mole on her chin that always used to make her feel ashamed as a kid. But he knew there was a mistake. Because Alan Jones' daughter was a bright, thoughtful and well-behaving university student, not the type to flirt with gangsters and other thugs. He spontaneously threw the folder in the fireplace. He took another sip of his coffee and once more closed his eyes, hearing only the sound of the crying clouds and the fire violently consuming the documents.
this + cup of steaming hot coffee + suit + leather chair + pinky raised = classiness explosion
I slowly walked to my workroom in my château, placed in calm and nice Scottish countryside. I love it here. I always spend those rainy months here, trying to escape from the never ending buzz of London.
I just made myself cup of the finest Darjeeling tea and pipe as usual. I turned on the gramophone and heard muffled sound of thunder outside.
Then I sat into my club chair in front of warm fireplace, closed my eyes and pull on the pipe slowly. One log just crackled with few sprinkles of hot ash.
As I pull deeply from my warmed drink, the rain outside provides a calming effect on one who's nerves have had one too many shocking revelations. For this cold, rainy day in foggy San Fran gives an ambiance of a bygone era, of mobsters, smooth jazz, and the lustre of the Dream that never came to be. Upon this realization, I sighed and went back to the window of my apartment. What hopes and dreams did, can, or are being realized in this cruel yet lovable world of the bygone era of music.
I have a Fedora. I'm going to wear it in the Snow, tomorrow, with a nice Peacoat.
And a Coffee >:3
Im doing school work atm, and this is really helping
This is way better then having 3 several tabs open with the rain, fireplace and jazz.
Thanks ^^
This is awesome... I feel like i'm in a jazz club sipping on some classy sounding drink in a dimly lit room. Just talking about good times and bad times with an old friend. The fireplace burns as there are people smoking cigars near there. Just an ambient scene wearing suits and dresses from the 50s. Just relaxing at an bar.
Perfect coffee shop music.
Oh Yeah, everything's perfect, now I just need a cup of coffee :3
Oh man I love this so much. and I love YOU for posting this!
Used this tune to woo my then gf on our first valentine's over a decade ago. Thanks UA-cam for recommending it to me now so I can reminisce.
Cringe
@@SLIPKNOTmaggot262reported for cringe xD
always love tuning into this whenever its a late night for hw. Im sure the soldiers in years past have done the same, so i just carry the legacy.
"Hubert Froles is no ordinary man." "Hubert Froles is no ordinary man." Hubert Froles chants this to himself as makes the long journey by foot to his blind date. It had been several days since Hubert Froles had bathed but Hubert Froles refused to care, as he is no ordinary man. As he trudged along, past the intellectually inferior masses he began to understand what his master Captain Gums had once told him, "You are no ordinary man Hubert Froles, your skin is rough and mostly moles." Hubert Froles had never before understood the meaning of the word 'and' but he began to get it, clearly it meant 'not'. Suddenly the overwhelming melody of 'Rain Drops and Puddles' assaulted the unsoothable ears of Hubert Froles, he with moles. The voices in his head had learned to play music, he found this most troubling. Shortly after stealing a child's skin, Hubert Froles could have sworn someone called him handsome as he exited his latest victims alleyway. He thought hard about that 'handsome' remark, found himself to be quite offended, Hubert Froles had always considered himself to by handlots. The sound was incredible, the mess even more so. Hubert Froles was turned into an unrecognizable liquid by an out of control blimp.
+Thaff Eelwen (Noegle Frenh) L
Boy, that escalated quickly.
Thank you for mixing this!
Lol I remember someone stringing these 3 together and posting it on psypoke.com. ^_^
Love this sooo much.
I walk into the cafe around lunch time; ill affected by the adventures that occurred the night before. I sit down at a table inside, the rain has come down on the outside seating area, even though they are adorned with umbrellas. I recite my order to the new waitress; she doesn't remember my usual. A gin and tonic, always at lunch, a lightly toasted ham and cheese croissant, and a cuban cigar. Only cuban. I look up, and I see her there, alone. She's staring back. She's beautiful. I say "Hello".
perfect to sleep
Rain drizzled down lazily one dreary, dark New York afternoon, humming on the ground like white noise. Jones LeBlanc, aka Jonesey the Eye, pushed open the small, quaint door of a little cafe on the corner of West 83rd. The air smelled like business, a mixture of cleaning spray, bitter coffee, and cigs. He grabbed a rolled up newspaper and chose a small table in the far back corner. LeBlanc collapsed into the small, lonely metal chair, his heavy tan trench coat rustling underneath him. He leaned the small pitiful chair against the wall and placed his large, burly boots onto the table.
"Waiter," he called and asked for a bitter cup of coffee. He tilted his fedora and opened the paper to the classifieds. He was pretty good at at his job, too good if you ask the Badge, so freelancing became a little "hobby" that became his "pastime". An occasional odd job or two kept butter on his bread and him out of the slammer.
LeBlanc grabbed the coffee from the waitress with his left hand. He noticed a woman enter the cafe, a dame around twenty-five shuffling into the crowd with a briefcase. She looked suspiciously around. Jones leaned forward and grabbed a metal sugar dispenser with his right. She set down the briefcase a few tables away. He hovered the sugar over his coffee. She opened the briefcase fiddling around with the contents. Jones allows for a single grain of sugar to fall into his coffee.
The woman looked up at him, an expression of fear crossing her face as the sugar pierced the coffee. One beat. Jones throws the sugar dispenser at the cafe window, the glass falling like glaring pieces of fireworks. Another beat. The scared customers move towards the counter immediately. A third beat. With a swift draw of his hand, he pulls out his 38 mm, aiming directly in front of him. One more beat. The dame collapses onto the table, knocking over her suitcase, and the smell of gunpowder greets the smell of business. Not that either description differed in LeBlanc's mind. He took a sip of the coffee.
_Bitter...it's always bitter_
Jonesey the Eye walked over to the suitcase, reading the still, cold red numbers flashing inside:
00:01
_She was already dead..._
Police sirens could be heard outside, but Jonesey the Eye walked over to a old, lone payphone inside the cafe, an audience watching his movements. He dropped two quarters in the machine and briskly typed a number.
"Yeah, it's me. It's done."
He immediately hung up the phone, stepped over the pool of blood, and silently walked back out into the dreary, dark New York afternoon.
I don't know if it's possible to get more hardboiled than that.
Mind if I read that on my channel?
The Weeaboo Crew Gamers No problem as long as I get credit.
Aight. Does this have a title?
The Weeaboo Crew Gamers Hmm...I haven't thought of one...how about "Coffee House Blues"
"In this world, where kittens used to play, mysteriously, I cannot see well in this red world. Perhaps a red world with too little for me, but these things are only full for what he took. He took my world, he lost the battle for her, and so my world is red."
This song puts me in a rainy mood.
Oh, don't mind me.
I'm just reading all the 'noir' and classy comments invoked by this beautiful music and the extremely fitting background noises.
Lauren Chandra *holds up wine glass*
+Lauren Chandra *sips coffie and nods"
Woah. That was uncalled for. Bad day?
The world seems grim, too grim than i ever imagined it would be. Too much hatred, despair but never have i thought that the world that i knew and love was sugarcoated by the lies of those people around me, maybe they wouldn't want me to taste the bitter side of the coffee...
Maybe.
+rorchach kovacs Coffee server: Uh...so does that mean you want me to add more cream and sugar?
agarciahunter May I get a nice hot cup of coffee?
love this so much
@hansjev Ace Attorney: Phoenix Wright: Trials and Tribulations. The name of the original song is "The Fragrence of Dark Coffee" Or just search "Godot theme Phoenix Wright"
It was a cold, damp November day in a city that never sleeps. I sat behind my desk, sipping a bourbon I saved for just such a rainy day. Gumshoe work is slow on days like this; not many want to leave their homes. It takes something motivating. A push too far. There was a knock on the door, and in steps a dame; a brunette with eyes like daggers. She stood there in a composed but restless manner, staring a hole through my chest, expectantly. I'd seen her type before. "Something you need, miss?"
Sitting infornt of a camp fire, while heavy rain hits my entire body.
Stay classy - stay surreal.
Hehe, i saw the thread this must have been born from. I openned the suggested tabs every day for a month. Thank you for posting this so that i can feel classy allthe time again.
This song + Capuccino = Pure magic.
Great song, the ambiance makes it classy, like a sir.
Happy listening, chaps.
So chill
I watched the rain grease down the apartment window like teardrops. I could feel myself descending into a pit of loneliness. To be alone in the city streets so indifferent and cruel trapped in hues of pale blue and grey. I dread the emptiness that will soon consume me. She's still asleep, I always wonder what she's dreaming. So free she looks and innocent, I could hold her forever. When she wakes we face the nightmare. To leave my angel in this beast of a city. God I will miss her...
Can somebody please make a ringtone out of this. A perfect snip of this would be amazing
Jalthelas I mean, if you look up Godot's ringtone theres already a ringtone version
I'm SO late to this but there are apps that you can use to create your own ringtones, if you're still interested in this obviously haha
Man I remember one time when I was listening to this I had my lounge robe on with my reading glasses reading a biology book while drinking a fine hot cup of tea. IDK if I could ever beat that class.
fucking genius
*gives you a cookie for making this*
please more wine , FEEL LIKE A SIR
I feel like taking a walk in the snow to this :3
I say sir, you have such great taste in music.
Finally, today was the day. I see the same man looking at the same woman every day at lunch, studying her and admiring her. Not that I blame him, she is truly something to admire. And today he made his move it seems. This man wasn't all expensive tobacco and flashy suits, he had the guts to back it up too, and it seems to be going well for him. I suddenly feel a small vibration in my pocket. I know it's from her, but I always enjoy the feeling. "You can pick me up now ;)". I smile and walk out.
Last scene of T&T couldn't have been good without this song.
I love godot.
give me my hoyo de monterrey excalibur, and dark coffee, with a good book. play this song and you shall become my friend. it hits the soul.
lol'd at the "now in 720 HD"
just add endless in front of youtube in the URL. works every time, I swear!
Who the fuck disliked this?!?
Phoneix Wright
Maya
Dahlia Hawthorne
amazing job!
@hansjev Game series. It's called Phoenix Wright in the West. This song is from a Jazz collection of the tunes from the game.
A blast from the past, don't you agree?
It's raining outside. But i'd rather listen to fake rain....
Benefits of the modern world: Tome I
like a sir
I get in a weird trance by playing this song over and over, then suddenly i realised that it was 6 in the morning and i hadn't slept for 36 hours..
In my long years as a detective, I have seen many such women come to me, not always with the best intentions, but definitely worth a look. I play along, but I will always keep my heart locked in a steel vault away from them. But the look in her eyes reminded me of someone I had left behind far away, a long time ago. A smile suddenly cracked on my straight face and I could sense her enjoying her first victory over me.
eargasm
I tried it, works perfectly :D
I dont always drink coffee and listen to Godot, but when I do I'm classy as fuck.
Stay classy, my friends.
Um... I'm very confused by all the comments below... :/
Classy
She sits down without a word, and I can smell the aroma of her sweet perfume, mixed with the scent of hairspray, which holds those golden curls in place. She slips the white fishnet gloves from her hands and places them on the table, all the while looking at me with her deep azure eyes. I clear my throat to speak but am interrupted by the waitress with my drink. "Thank you," I say, before taking a sip of the juniper flavored drink. Liquid confidence runs down my throat, which I clear once again.
Rest in Peace, Diego Armando.
it can't play on endless loop. it's too classy for them... (actually, they said it was too long for endless! T^T )
Like a Sir.
Just google your way to one of the many youtube-mp3 conversion sites. All you have to do is out in the video address and it'll convert it to an mp3.
the one guy who disliked is forever alone
Ace Attorney for the win...!!!
SHIT JUST GOT CLASSY
1 person is homeless and gets rain in his head everyday and dreams of having a fireplace :)
You are so cool for that. Your mom must be very proud of the big and cool guy you turned yourself into.
It's a good thing you used Mediafire, cause SOPA did come knocking, but on MegaUpload's door.
I'm wet and on fire. What a combination.
I feel as if I must wear a tuxedo to listen to this
when im listening to this, i just picture myself looking over a skyline with my suit and hat on, smoking a sigaret and later going to the casino..
btw all is in black and white =D
🔉🔊🎼🎵🎶🎹🎷🖤🚬🥃
John Barrymore actor legendary Best 🎭
Theatre 🎭
👏🏼👏🏼👏🏼👏🏼
Classy friends, Classy clothes, sipping Coffee, smoking a Cigarette.
Can only write essays now with this song playing :|
I just keep thinking of Whose Line when I hear the piano. especially Ryan and Colin :/
I listen to this during Finals week! it's okay right? :P
"Men that are trapped by the chains of “maybe”… can never reach their dreams..."
youtube really should have a "repeat" button...
HELLO FJ!
I say, goodness me.
This is not anime. It is video game : Ace Attorney series. This song comes from the third game : Trials and tribulations ^^
have an anime already :v☕
Shame i discovered this while drinking a cup of tea in the evening... :/
jazz
Sorry but I am not having a coffee. It's 2:35am and I am enjoying a nice Single Malt 20 year old Scotch.
Stay classy friends and drink to enjoy, not party.
@trollshamanpwnage Ahahaha, I was wearing a fedora when I read that.
aw it ended.
Ludgero, se acalma cara!