I just released a new album called 'An eternal autumn'. Here are the links if you want to listen it: Spotify: tinyurl.com/2mt3utfn Apple: music.apple.com/cl/album/a-eternal-autumn/1705136495 Thank you ❤
@@hritesh7sooo true. I live in Delhi, it’s so cold in winters but so hot in summers. The other two seasons are pretty much the same too, like in spring some years it’s hot some years it’s cold. The only season I like is monsoon smh
Should make a playlist "searching the pantry for nutella while everyone is asleep in a house to which you are a guest" bc i was just in that situation a moment ago and it felt like i needed a soundtrack
You might be able to repurpose the "eating cheese at 3:00 AM" playlist from a few weeks back. Maybe start somewhere in the middle, so it's kind of different. (Hope you found the Nutella.😁)
Nice, serene melodies. We're beginning the season that carries so many different feelings with it. It's an end to carefree summer and the prelude to chilly things to come, sort of a state of flux. Tomorrow is September 1st and this video is so appropriate now. Here in the northeast of America we see the four seasons very distinctly. Fall brings many things, including golden school buses going around gobbling up kiddies, the gorgeous colors of the foliage (gone way too soon every year, but that's what makes them so precious), the delights and thrills and treats of Halloween time, plus the yummy goodness of apple pie and pumpkin spice and savory soups; and Washington Irving's classic tale about lanky school teacher Ichabod Crane's fateful evening journey home from a party. I like the chilly mornings and the starry nights. Oh, and November has some of the most gorgeous sunsets you could ask for. It's good to celebrate autumn.
Living in Iran, it's the last month of my favorite season, Autumn 🍂 And no, It didn't feel like any other past falls... its sad to see other people from different parts of the world feel the same, its really warm... and it really makes me worried ❤️🩹 Anyway, thank you for this relaxing piece
Here, take the timeskips 00:00 daydream (nowt) 02:16 to loved ones (tigran papazyan/tunetank) 04:45 dancing leaves (nowt) 07:25 falling leaves (nowt) 11:02 there were many things for which we exist (nowt) 15:42 memories (tigran papazyan/tunetank) 17:53 cozy solitude (nowt) 19:57 for a new meaning (nowt) 23:44 a recurring moment (nowt) 27:01 lachrimae (john dowland) [christopher morrongiello] 31:59 letting the rain dissolve my soul (nowt) 35:33 contemplation 2 (ibi) 52:33 neverending (nowt)
A poem about the changes autumn brings. Are you prepared to embrace the transformations that fall may bring into your life? The verdant reflection Of the external world Shall soon come to an end. The raiment of trees Will soon abandon their owner. Through purgation, The energy of what once was Will be reborn anew. A bespoke omen Awaits each of us In this period of renewal. Written by QueridaChristina P.S. For those of you who read my poem, thank you.
when I was younger I loved the autumn, the colours and smells were amazing and my family would go hiking often. Halloween was also something I always looked forwards to. As I grew older I began to develop a strong dislike for the cold, dark isolation that often came with winter and that dread of winter began to bleed into my views of fall as well, So lately I've been trying to get myself to enjoy the unique beauty of the autumn season again without worrying about the future and I must say this playlist really did wonders. Thank you for this gift you've given us.
I’ve always loved autumn and even winter, but recently winter can feel cold, dark and scary to me and I think it’s because I’ve lost both my parents within the last couple years, my mom just a few months ago. Not only am I sad, grief- stricken, but I’m anxious without them. When my brothers and I were kids and there was a snowstorm or just simply a cold wintry night my dad would often say that everything was fine in the world because we were all together at home safe, warm, and cozy. I miss them both so much. Life will never be the same.
I’m an Australian so I experience autumn in exact contrast to the northern hemisphere. The melancholy of autumn and longing for time as the leaves paint an ostensibly never ending cascade of autumnal colours throughout the streets is so ethereal yet ephemeral and thus to be cherished. Thanks for the playlist!
After a blazing Korean summer, I'm so happy to see the temperature finally winding down, so that when I step outside a slight breeze kisses my face. This is the perfect playlist for that September mood 🍂
Just putting it out there for fellow poetry fans: if you like this very exact mood, you HAVE to check out Guido Gozzano's poetry. He was one of the most underrated authors of the early XX century and, I'd argue, the most prominent of the "Crepuscolari", which is a movement/current that revolves around (broadly speaking) the sense of nostalgia, of having been born a century too late, of longing for the romantic age and of awareness of the mercification of the arts. His works, to me, perfectly encapsulate that feeling of the dissolution of what society used to be and how studying and living literature only brings despair and tarnishes people who do it. Gozzano longs for a simple life in a villa in the north-western Italian countryside and often focuses on depicting the images that revolve around fall, the end-of-summer harvests and, most of all, dusk (hence the name of the current, "crepuscolo" is the Italian word for "dusk"). I don't know if his works are available in a proper English translation, but still, just wanted to spread the word. Enjoy the vibes!
To anybody who's reading this, I pray that whatever is hurting you or whatever you are constantly stressing about gets better. May the dark thoughts, the overthinking, and the doubt exit your mind. May clarity replace confusion. May peace and calmness fill your life 💗
Fall, leaves, fall “Fall, leaves, fall; die, flowers, away; Lengthen night and shorten day; Every leaf speaks bliss to me Fluttering from the autumn tree. I shall smile when wreaths of snow Blossom where the rose should grow; I shall sing when night’s decay Ushers in a drearier day.“ Emily Jane Brontë 🍂🍂🍂📖1846📖🍂🍂🍂
this year i lived autumn too fast with too many "to do list" but this playlist helps me to really FEEL what autumn is.... slowing down and rest as all the world falls to sleep preparing for winter.
It's amazing how deeply connected we are. There's this excitement that pops us in my heart when I see a new upload (similar to this). Your selection gets me in a trance and I love reading, meditating, or pondering with it
I sometimes think of autumn not as a season but as a mindset or vibe. Like George Winston’s Autumn. Or nobody’s autumn playlists. I can hear the leaves falling or see the golden sunbeams making the world glow or feel the coziness of a closely wrapped blanket. I’m off to listen to nobody on Spotify…. Thank you, nobody❣️
@nobodyplaylists You continue to provide an alarmingly appropriate soundtrack to my increasingly incomprehensible human experience- and I appreciate that more than I can enunciate.
this playlist makes me feel like a little witch living in 1600/1700. But on the cute side of the story, without all that persecution of the inquisition stuff, I live in the woods, beside a pretty lake, and make tea and pies all day.
Nice Autumn Vibes. I´m looking forward to record my first Autumn Walk this Year. If you love Rain Walks & Nature Sounds you are welcome @EuropeanAmbience
this is such perfect timing!! i have been listening to your moody autumn playlist and the one titled "your walking under the golden trees" for the past week, thinking about if you would create another one with a similar theme :) thank you so much. your playlists are always excellent.
I always use your playlists to study for my university exams! The fact you upload frequently and with seasonal playlists makes your channel never boring!
The House in the Wood I knew about the house. Or at least I knew of it. Since I had moved to the town my friend had talked about it. He knew about the house. He had been to it too. I was curious, as I loved old things. Things that held memories. Things that reminded me of things that I never knew. So, I asked my friend if he would ever take me there, because the house was near his home. He said he would be glad to but warned me that it was deep in the wood. I knew about the wood. Or at least I knew of it. In the town I heard whispers of a great fire that fought the wood many years ago. The wood survived though. So did the house. I stand at the edge of the wood now, with my friend leading me onwards. There is a heavy breeze, and leaves of brown, red, and orange spin past my face. I step past the first tree, into the wood. My friend jogs ahead, but I walk, taking in my surroundings. Each step crackles and pops as I crush fallen leaves that have forgotten their rightful place up above. The air is crisp and I see my breath in front of me like a ghost trying to escape its past. As I push forward I notice a disturbance in the soil. A path has been forged by a deer, likely on its way to graze in the fields by the wood. My friend calls my name from far ahead, and I quicken my pace. The wood grows denser, with long, wispy branches reaching out like skeletal fingers. It is quieter here, and I no longer hear the sounds of traffic. I notice the birds and their song. Their ethereal voices make a chorus with the wind whistling through the trees. I look up at the sky, as the sun leers down at me, trying to get a glimpse through the decaying foliage. Something strange hits my nose, something that I was not at all expecting. It reminds me of the day after camping, when all your belongings smell of smoke. It is faint but distinct. I know we are close to the house. Time passes, and I know we must be growing nearer, as the scent of ash is stronger. Then I see it. It is practically swallowed by thick bushes that seem to serve as a shield to outsiders-or maybe as protection for others, of memories that are long burned away. From what I can see, it is smaller than I had imagined, though it has a certain presence that is undeniably intriguing. My friend leads me closer, and I notice thick vines that grope the outer walls of the house, attempting to suffocate it-as if being nearly burned down wasn’t enough. We walk around the house searching for an entrance, as the overgrowth is so impeding. Having found the front entrance, my friend gracefully slides through the natural barricade and carelessly through the open doorway. I no longer hear birds singing and something shifts in my core, but I follow after my friend. It is dark. I retrieve the flashlight my friend let me borrow before we set off on our adventure. As my eyes adjust to the dark ambience I sweep my eyes around the room cautiously. It is practically bare aside from strange metal objects in a pile in the middle of the rotting floor. As I examine them closer, I see that they are machine parts. It looks as if someone had dismantled a vehicle right there in the main room of the house. There is thick burlap weaving over and under gears and axles, like a blanket. As I stand near the doorway, I look to my right and see a thin doorway, and upon closer inspection I realize it's a closet. I shine my beam of light around the small dungeon of a space. Its walls are covered in crumbling bricks, and a strange liquid drips from the ceiling. A rod of iron lays across the two opposing walls of the decrepit closet, and a makeshift hanger suspends from its support. Besides the closet sits a quaint fireplace. I step back, shining my flashlight over the whole wall, and see a large black blotch covering a large section of it, leading from the fireplace. The fire must have started here. Now I notice something strange. Next to the fireplace, and up about 5 feet there is an item nailed to the wall. I creep closer, and take it in my hand. It’s the back of a cardboard puzzle. The missing puzzle shapes are outlined across the board. A little confused, I turn to the other side of the room. Two windows let in what little light was available. It was beautiful. Rays of sunshine hit the dark oak floor, pronouncing its weathered and burned features. I inhale deeply, and smell a wonderful concoction of deep soil and soot from years past. My friend beckons me into the next room, so I continue on through the doorway, besides the hanging puzzle. I walk into a short corridor between spaces. A closed door to my left, and anteriorly an entrance to a larger area. I step forward into what seems to be a bedroom. A large bed frame rests against the closest wall facing the opposite. It is tattered and scorched all over, and I can't help but think who once thought of it as a safe place. Three broken windows stare at me with gleaming eyes, illuminating the room. I notice a dresser sitting across the bedroom, between two windows. I’m curious to see what's inside, but as I take a step to relive my curiosities, I stop in my tracks. The floor is soft, and unstable, like a blanket on the floor. I look down and see the mountains of clothes that I somehow missed in the shadows. I tread carefully around the room kicking and shifting the fabric with my shoe. Shoes and other objects search for a way to escape the web of clothing spread across the floor. I approach the dresser, no longer expecting to find clothes. It’s empty, besides a small tin box. I take it in my hands slowly, and with opening it I see a sheet of rotting paper with something inscribed across it. Before I can read it, my friend grabs my shoulder and drags me to the previously closed door in the hallway. He opens it and we see what was a kitchen. The air is different here. A soft draft hits my cheek and I glance toward the ceiling, only to see the quickly fading sky. A small wren sits on an exposed rafter staring into my soul. From somewhere far away a coyote calls out and the bird flutters away, leaving a single gray feather swirling down to the ground. It rests at my feet delicately. My attention switches on an old cupboard that had been scorched by flames many years ago. I carefully ease open one of its drawers. As I slide it open, soot and dust fall to the floor like hellish rain. Inside are three rusted cans wearing an unintelligible label lost to time. I look around and notice that the sun is beginning to hide its face. I ask my friend if we should return back to his home through the wood, but he has one more room to show me. Upon entering the kitchen there is a door directly to the left, which is easy to miss if you aren’t looking for it, as the kitchen door shields it from view. We enter here, and are greeted with a large chest on the far wall. This room smells heavily of mildew and I see heaps of laundry, creating a mountain in the center. A single window lets in a sliver of light that illuminates the chest in the otherwise barren room. I step over the clothes heap and attempt to unlatch the chest. After a few good pulls, it flies open, and a whirlwind of dust twirls around me and my friend. Inside are books. At least 20 leather bound books lay neatly at the bottom of the chest. I take one in my hand and a bit of the cover flakes away from dry rot. I gently take a page and read a few lines before placing it back. I turn to see my friend looking out the window at the wood. He tells me it's time to leave. Now I’ve seen the house and the wood. I am left with a feeling of nostalgia for a time that I was never a part of. I can’t help but feel empathy for the people who once called the house their home, even though they have likely moved on from this earth. The house stands as a reminder-I see it now. A reminder that life is fleeting, and that we are closer to death than we think. As I follow my friend back through the wood, I remember the note that I never read and wonder if it will be read ever again. To this day I have not returned to the house nor the wood, and think that that is for the best. - me
First of all, thank you for all the amazing and delightful playlists you have made, even though i haven't been able to listen all of them but I know for sure they're in the same level, and for so I wanted to ask you, do you have an opera classique playlist?
Oooh that gonna be good from nobody. I want to share you my playlist, well my mix, ua-cam.com/play/PL1Z0xeSXB2bwOTHJLVgRbn0jq5PMsBdMu.html&si=8QQ9-C8Y3TchrOvl Over the Garden Wall Vibes. Sorryfor my english if is not good, I'm practice to write and speake best. Nice day.
i remembered listening to this last fall and though it's not quite fall yet, i'm glad to not have to wait too much longer. thanks for the lovely playlist, it's very relaxing and beautiful. i like to put on some ambient noise as i listen, such as forest audio with birds/breeze sounds!
Every time I have tough moments, I come back to this channel. Listening to peaceful music and reading heart-warming comments from people that are going through a lot like you is healing
listening to this kind of makes me sad because i live in new York and i would rather live somewhere more peaceful, i go to school in the city i take busses and trains so the only time i ever get to experience the kind of pictures in the video is if i go to my grandparents or cousins places because the whole rest of my family lives in areas like that and i live in the city were things seem more complicated and confusing. at least i like to picture that i live in a place that is like the pictures in the video. as i typed this out it just started raining so thats kind of funny because it fits the mood i guess.
I needed this so badly, im in the middle of a heatwave (its constantly minimum 30C outside) and I cant wait for autumn and the cold and the rain .. Thank you!
Some people get depressed in winter, but others, like me, get depressed when living somewhere where it's always hot and spring, winter and fall are way too short.
11:02 oh man... I'm used to the more melancholic version of this song from "you're inside the last memories of a dying person". But this version sounds happier. Things are still rough, but they're getting better. No longer injured and healing, but simply just looking towards the light of day. I really like both versions of "there were many things for which we exist", though I think the melancholic version calls to me a bit more. Still a lovely little song....
So nice and peaceful. I love all the art especially the last one of the mushrooms and books. The cooler weather is starting to move in in my area, and this playlist is just right.
Ya estaba extrañando mucho el otoño🍁🍂 la mejor estación de todas. Gracias por la playlist! Desde que tengo memoria que amo ver cómo cambian de color las hojas. El viento frío, el sol fuerte, comer una mandarina en el pastito mientras miras las hojas caer. El otoño creo que es la transición más significativa, y al menos yo, vivo en constante transición.
Bro autumn is not like it used to be,when I was child I was so happy that autumn is coming and world was so colorful back then but now I didn't give a shit
those melodies really got into my mood... as soon as i heard it, i finally relaxed after having headache all day and recollected some of those memories that i somehow managed to retrace back in my youth. god did it make me wanna cry.
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I just released a new album called 'An eternal autumn'. Here are the links if you want to listen it:
Spotify: tinyurl.com/2mt3utfn
Apple: music.apple.com/cl/album/a-eternal-autumn/1705136495
Thank you ❤
THANK YOU IVE BEEN REQUESTING THIS SINCE THE SPRING ONE!!!!!
I'm sorry mate but it should be An eternal Autumn
it’s pretty nice, thank you 🍁🧡🦊
Yo why does your music make me cry like Max Richter ;o;
Bruh this guy got a copyright claim from his own song. xd
“I'm so glad I live in a world where there are Octobers.”
― L. M. Montgomery, Anne of Green Gables
I also want to experience october but here in India every season is worst and unenjoyable.
@@hritesh7sooo true. I live in Delhi, it’s so cold in winters but so hot in summers. The other two seasons are pretty much the same too, like in spring some years it’s hot some years it’s cold. The only season I like is monsoon smh
not really i live in kashmir, our autums r perfect, the red chinar leaves, the mist
As an october person,I found out again why fall is my favourite 🍂
I was born in septemeber and I can agree that autumn is an peaceful season.
@@Forgottenchannel129 yeah,whole vibe 🍂
@@nva2685 For real
@@Forgottenchannel129 btw,where are you from ?
@@nva2685 I dont feel like telling you but, the area I live autumn is very beautiful, and it’s a very rainy city.
Should make a playlist "searching the pantry for nutella while everyone is asleep in a house to which you are a guest" bc i was just in that situation a moment ago and it felt like i needed a soundtrack
You might be able to repurpose the "eating cheese at 3:00 AM" playlist from a few weeks back. Maybe start somewhere in the middle, so it's kind of different. (Hope you found the Nutella.😁)
Thank you for this!! Now we can all endlessly waltz in an foggy Sleepy Hallow.
i don’t know who you are nobody, but you’re somebody to me. thanks for putting these on spotify!
:)
Nice, serene melodies. We're beginning the season that carries so many different feelings with it. It's an end to carefree summer and the prelude to chilly things to come, sort of a state of flux. Tomorrow is September 1st and this video is so appropriate now. Here in the northeast of America we see the four seasons very distinctly. Fall brings many things, including golden school buses going around gobbling up kiddies, the gorgeous colors of the foliage (gone way too soon every year, but that's what makes them so precious), the delights and thrills and treats of Halloween time, plus the yummy goodness of apple pie and pumpkin spice and savory soups; and Washington Irving's classic tale about lanky school teacher Ichabod Crane's fateful evening journey home from a party. I like the chilly mornings and the starry nights. Oh, and November has some of the most gorgeous sunsets you could ask for. It's good to celebrate autumn.
Living in Iran, it's the last month of my favorite season, Autumn 🍂 And no, It didn't feel like any other past falls... its sad to see other people from different parts of the world feel the same, its really warm... and it really makes me worried ❤️🩹
Anyway, thank you for this relaxing piece
53:09
We don't have Autumn in our country. Hopefully, I'll get to experience it one day...
I hope for you to do certainly ^_^
Sameee. In my country you barely understand it’s a different season bc o how the weather is so similar to either summer or winter
Here, take the timeskips
00:00 daydream (nowt)
02:16 to loved ones (tigran papazyan/tunetank)
04:45 dancing leaves (nowt)
07:25 falling leaves (nowt)
11:02 there were many things for which we exist (nowt)
15:42 memories (tigran papazyan/tunetank)
17:53 cozy solitude (nowt)
19:57 for a new meaning (nowt)
23:44 a recurring moment (nowt)
27:01 lachrimae (john dowland) [christopher morrongiello]
31:59 letting the rain dissolve my soul (nowt)
35:33 contemplation 2 (ibi)
52:33 neverending (nowt)
A poem about the changes autumn brings. Are you prepared to embrace the transformations that fall may bring into your life?
The verdant reflection
Of the external world
Shall soon come to an end.
The raiment of trees
Will soon abandon their owner.
Through purgation,
The energy of what once was
Will be reborn anew.
A bespoke omen
Awaits each of us
In this period of renewal.
Written by QueridaChristina
P.S. For those of you who read my poem, thank you.
Autumn reminds us how beautiful letting go can be.
when I was younger I loved the autumn, the colours and smells were amazing and my family would go hiking often. Halloween was also something I always looked forwards to. As I grew older I began to develop a strong dislike for the cold, dark isolation that often came with winter and that dread of winter began to bleed into my views of fall as well, So lately I've been trying to get myself to enjoy the unique beauty of the autumn season again without worrying about the future and I must say this playlist really did wonders. Thank you for this gift you've given us.
The snow is so pretty I wish that there would have been a longer winter season where I live T.T
I’ve always loved autumn and even winter, but recently winter can feel cold, dark and scary to me and I think it’s because I’ve lost both my parents within the last couple years, my mom just a few months ago. Not only am I sad, grief- stricken, but I’m anxious without them. When my brothers and I were kids and there was a snowstorm or just simply a cold wintry night my dad would often say that everything was fine in the world because we were all together at home safe, warm, and cozy. I miss them both so much. Life will never be the same.
I don't know where you get this playlist from. I've searching for years but luckily I found your amazing channel. THANK YOU NOBODY
Somehow this playlist is exactly what I was expecting from the title. love it.
I’m an Australian so I experience autumn in exact contrast to the northern hemisphere. The melancholy of autumn and longing for time as the leaves paint an ostensibly never ending cascade of autumnal colours throughout the streets is so ethereal yet ephemeral and thus to be cherished. Thanks for the playlist!
If you love autumn too then I love you
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😏
After a blazing Korean summer, I'm so happy to see the temperature finally winding down, so that when I step outside a slight breeze kisses my face. This is the perfect playlist for that September mood 🍂
The summer of Korea and Japan is not kidding 🌞💔
Just putting it out there for fellow poetry fans: if you like this very exact mood, you HAVE to check out Guido Gozzano's poetry. He was one of the most underrated authors of the early XX century and, I'd argue, the most prominent of the "Crepuscolari", which is a movement/current that revolves around (broadly speaking) the sense of nostalgia, of having been born a century too late, of longing for the romantic age and of awareness of the mercification of the arts. His works, to me, perfectly encapsulate that feeling of the dissolution of what society used to be and how studying and living literature only brings despair and tarnishes people who do it. Gozzano longs for a simple life in a villa in the north-western Italian countryside and often focuses on depicting the images that revolve around fall, the end-of-summer harvests and, most of all, dusk (hence the name of the current, "crepuscolo" is the Italian word for "dusk").
I don't know if his works are available in a proper English translation, but still, just wanted to spread the word. Enjoy the vibes!
Grazie :)
My favorite month is October, I love autumn.
it's summer where i am right now, and i'm desperate for this heat to end and autumn to arrive. lovely playlist, as always
autumn has always been my favorite, i would forever love living in eternal autumn.
To anybody who's reading this, I pray that whatever is hurting you or whatever you are constantly stressing about gets better. May the dark thoughts, the overthinking, and the doubt exit your mind. May clarity replace confusion. May peace and calmness fill your life 💗
Everything is better in autumn
Fall is something I need to go somewhere else faraway from my torrid desert to reach...
Fall, leaves, fall
“Fall, leaves, fall; die, flowers, away;
Lengthen night and shorten day;
Every leaf speaks bliss to me
Fluttering from the autumn tree.
I shall smile when wreaths of snow
Blossom where the rose should grow;
I shall sing when night’s decay
Ushers in a drearier day.“
Emily Jane Brontë
🍂🍂🍂📖1846📖🍂🍂🍂
this year i lived autumn too fast with too many "to do list" but this playlist helps me to really FEEL what autumn is.... slowing down and rest as all the world falls to sleep preparing for winter.
Same
I deeply wanted a notification about Autumn 🍂 Love To all of you Lonely Souls ❤
Serencholic, my friend. Bravo.
It's amazing how deeply connected we are. There's this excitement that pops us in my heart when I see a new upload (similar to this). Your selection gets me in a trance and I love reading, meditating, or pondering with it
I sometimes think of autumn not as a season but as a mindset or vibe. Like George Winston’s Autumn. Or nobody’s autumn playlists. I can hear the leaves falling or see the golden sunbeams making the world glow or feel the coziness of a closely wrapped blanket.
I’m off to listen to nobody on Spotify…. Thank you, nobody❣️
@nobodyplaylists
You continue to provide an alarmingly appropriate soundtrack to my increasingly incomprehensible human experience- and I appreciate that more than I can enunciate.
Thanks for this playlist, just what I need as autumn begins🖤
Autumn reminds us how beautiful it is to let things go.~~Unknown
I hope there will be the same playlist about eternal winter. Try to listen Ugasanie. He has many melodies on this mood
Perfect music for this cool crisp morning (Maryland USA)
I can't wait for fall, my favorite time of the year
this playlist makes me feel like a little witch living in 1600/1700. But on the cute side of the story, without all that persecution of the inquisition stuff, I live in the woods, beside a pretty lake, and make tea and pies all day.
Cheers to the beginning of a new Fall. Let's make it a good one.
Huge fan of this. I now see a lot of channels trying to mimic Nobody's style
You had me at eternal autumn!
Happy grim season fellow gloomy people!
Осень - религия
Truly the perfect day to release this. It has finally cooled off a bit, and fall is just around the corner!!!!
I can't explain how much feeling l lived when l listened to this music ...🍁
Eternal autumn? Yes please!
This one is especially lovely, thank you, nobody.🎼🔥🙌
This feels so appropriate... In August, it has been raining all day, when for the past three months it has been hot and dry.
This goes perfectly with my ginger cookies and hot cinnamon spice tea.
Nice Autumn Vibes. I´m looking forward to record my first Autumn Walk this Year. If you love Rain Walks & Nature Sounds you are welcome @EuropeanAmbience
Как у тебя получается создать эту самую атмосферу? Приятно в нее погружаться. Спасибо большое!
this is such perfect timing!! i have been listening to your moody autumn playlist and the one titled "your walking under the golden trees" for the past week, thinking about if you would create another one with a similar theme :) thank you so much. your playlists are always excellent.
you are truly the greatest channel for musical experience. you capture the abstraction of it like no other
Its Autumn here in Europe again.
Its in 8 days of Autumn.
Praying for those autumn rains and morning fogs.
I always use your playlists to study for my university exams!
The fact you upload frequently and with seasonal playlists makes your channel never boring!
The House in the Wood
I knew about the house. Or at least I knew of it. Since I had moved to the town my friend had talked about it. He knew about the house. He had been to it too. I was curious, as I loved old things. Things that held memories. Things that reminded me of things that I never knew. So, I asked my friend if he would ever take me there, because the house was near his home. He said he would be glad to but warned me that it was deep in the wood.
I knew about the wood. Or at least I knew of it. In the town I heard whispers of a great fire that fought the wood many years ago. The wood survived though. So did the house.
I stand at the edge of the wood now, with my friend leading me onwards. There is a heavy breeze, and leaves of brown, red, and orange spin past my face. I step past the first tree, into the wood. My friend jogs ahead, but I walk, taking in my surroundings. Each step crackles and pops as I crush fallen leaves that have forgotten their rightful place up above. The air is crisp and I see my breath in front of me like a ghost trying to escape its past. As I push forward I notice a disturbance in the soil. A path has been forged by a deer, likely on its way to graze in the fields by the wood.
My friend calls my name from far ahead, and I quicken my pace. The wood grows denser, with long, wispy branches reaching out like skeletal fingers. It is quieter here, and I no longer hear the sounds of traffic. I notice the birds and their song. Their ethereal voices make a chorus with the wind whistling through the trees. I look up at the sky, as the sun leers down at me, trying to get a glimpse through the decaying foliage.
Something strange hits my nose, something that I was not at all expecting. It reminds me of the day after camping, when all your belongings smell of smoke. It is faint but distinct. I know we are close to the house.
Time passes, and I know we must be growing nearer, as the scent of ash is stronger. Then I see it. It is practically swallowed by thick bushes that seem to serve as a shield to outsiders-or maybe as protection for others, of memories that are long burned away. From what I can see, it is smaller than I had imagined, though it has a certain presence that is undeniably intriguing. My friend leads me closer, and I notice thick vines that grope the outer walls of the house, attempting to suffocate it-as if being nearly burned down wasn’t enough.
We walk around the house searching for an entrance, as the overgrowth is so impeding. Having found the front entrance, my friend gracefully slides through the natural barricade and carelessly through the open doorway. I no longer hear birds singing and something shifts in my core, but I follow after my friend.
It is dark. I retrieve the flashlight my friend let me borrow before we set off on our adventure. As my eyes adjust to the dark ambience I sweep my eyes around the room cautiously. It is practically bare aside from strange metal objects in a pile in the middle of the rotting floor. As I examine them closer, I see that they are machine parts. It looks as if someone had dismantled a vehicle right there in the main room of the house. There is thick burlap weaving over and under gears and axles, like a blanket. As I stand near the doorway, I look to my right and see a thin doorway, and upon closer inspection I realize it's a closet. I shine my beam of light around the small dungeon of a space. Its walls are covered in crumbling bricks, and a strange liquid drips from the ceiling. A rod of iron lays across the two opposing walls of the decrepit closet, and a makeshift hanger suspends from its support.
Besides the closet sits a quaint fireplace. I step back, shining my flashlight over the whole wall, and see a large black blotch covering a large section of it, leading from the fireplace. The fire must have started here.
Now I notice something strange. Next to the fireplace, and up about 5 feet there is an item nailed to the wall. I creep closer, and take it in my hand. It’s the back of a cardboard puzzle. The missing puzzle shapes are outlined across the board. A little confused, I turn to the other side of the room. Two windows let in what little light was available. It was beautiful. Rays of sunshine hit the dark oak floor, pronouncing its weathered and burned features. I inhale deeply, and smell a wonderful concoction of deep soil and soot from years past.
My friend beckons me into the next room, so I continue on through the doorway, besides the hanging puzzle. I walk into a short corridor between spaces. A closed door to my left, and anteriorly an entrance to a larger area. I step forward into what seems to be a bedroom. A large bed frame rests against the closest wall facing the opposite. It is tattered and scorched all over, and I can't help but think who once thought of it as a safe place. Three broken windows stare at me with gleaming eyes, illuminating the room. I notice a dresser sitting across the bedroom, between two windows. I’m curious to see what's inside, but as I take a step to relive my curiosities, I stop in my tracks. The floor is soft, and unstable, like a blanket on the floor. I look down and see the mountains of clothes that I somehow missed in the shadows.
I tread carefully around the room kicking and shifting the fabric with my shoe. Shoes and other objects search for a way to escape the web of clothing spread across the floor. I approach the dresser, no longer expecting to find clothes. It’s empty, besides a small tin box. I take it in my hands slowly, and with opening it I see a sheet of rotting paper with something inscribed across it. Before I can read it, my friend grabs my shoulder and drags me to the previously closed door in the hallway. He opens it and we see what was a kitchen.
The air is different here. A soft draft hits my cheek and I glance toward the ceiling, only to see the quickly fading sky. A small wren sits on an exposed rafter staring into my soul. From somewhere far away a coyote calls out and the bird flutters away, leaving a single gray feather swirling down to the ground. It rests at my feet delicately. My attention switches on an old cupboard that had been scorched by flames many years ago. I carefully ease open one of its drawers. As I slide it open, soot and dust fall to the floor like hellish rain. Inside are three rusted cans wearing an unintelligible label lost to time.
I look around and notice that the sun is beginning to hide its face. I ask my friend if we should return back to his home through the wood, but he has one more room to show me.
Upon entering the kitchen there is a door directly to the left, which is easy to miss if you aren’t looking for it, as the kitchen door shields it from view. We enter here, and are greeted with a large chest on the far wall. This room smells heavily of mildew and I see heaps of laundry, creating a mountain in the center. A single window lets in a sliver of light that illuminates the chest in the otherwise barren room. I step over the clothes heap and attempt to unlatch the chest. After a few good pulls, it flies open, and a whirlwind of dust twirls around me and my friend. Inside are books. At least 20 leather bound books lay neatly at the bottom of the chest. I take one in my hand and a bit of the cover flakes away from dry rot. I gently take a page and read a few lines before placing it back. I turn to see my friend looking out the window at the wood. He tells me it's time to leave.
Now I’ve seen the house and the wood. I am left with a feeling of nostalgia for a time that I was never a part of. I can’t help but feel empathy for the people who once called the house their home, even though they have likely moved on from this earth. The house stands as a reminder-I see it now. A reminder that life is fleeting, and that we are closer to death than we think.
As I follow my friend back through the wood, I remember the note that I never read and wonder if it will be read ever again. To this day I have not returned to the house nor the wood, and think that that is for the best.
- me
The beginning of the dying, into winter, with the whisper of life sprouting again.
First of all, thank you for all the amazing and delightful playlists you have made, even though i haven't been able to listen all of them but I know for sure they're in the same level, and for so I wanted to ask you, do you have an opera classique playlist?
Absolutely love the autumn vibe! please make a playlist for getting lost in the Unknown (over the garden wall)
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Oooh that gonna be good from nobody. I want to share you my playlist, well my mix, ua-cam.com/play/PL1Z0xeSXB2bwOTHJLVgRbn0jq5PMsBdMu.html&si=8QQ9-C8Y3TchrOvl Over the Garden Wall Vibes. Sorryfor my english if is not good, I'm practice to write and speake best. Nice day.
Rainer Maria Rilke ist having a blast in his Herbstag.
i remembered listening to this last fall and though it's not quite fall yet, i'm glad to not have to wait too much longer. thanks for the lovely playlist, it's very relaxing and beautiful. i like to put on some ambient noise as i listen, such as forest audio with birds/breeze sounds!
always good to hear from you.
GGOD MOORNING AUTUMN I miised you
Best thing I have heard. Made my day and nights especially! Thank you so much!
Please everyone look C.S. Lewis' ideas on the Idea of Autumn... I think we all might share it.
Every time I have tough moments, I come back to this channel. Listening to peaceful music and reading heart-warming comments from people that are going through a lot like you is healing
I have confession to make, I haven't shared Nobody's videos as they feel like a personal space, sorry Nobody I'm sure I will share in time🎉
秋って一番好きな季節だな
風流な体験が毎日できる❤
Thank you so much for this cozy playlist
Ah yes, the biting cold bitter walks in autumn to school of the crisp leaves and air...missing those days to the fullest.
Thank you so much for this playlist! It fits perfectly to an October day! I particularly like the second song -- To loved ones
I'm so relieved summer is over haha.
It's autumn 🍂🍁🌲
Iam surprised that your channel have only 600 thousand
You deserve much more
Thank you for you hard work
listening to this kind of makes me sad because i live in new York and i would rather live somewhere more peaceful, i go to school in the city i take busses and trains so the only time i ever get to experience the kind of pictures in the video is if i go to my grandparents or cousins places because the whole rest of my family lives in areas like that and i live in the city were things seem more complicated and confusing. at least i like to picture that i live in a place that is like the pictures in the video. as i typed this out it just started raining so thats kind of funny because it fits the mood i guess.
For all the people who survive on the stories they write, you are not alone. My main character will meet yours one day.
I needed this so badly, im in the middle of a heatwave (its constantly minimum 30C outside) and I cant wait for autumn and the cold and the rain .. Thank you!
Some people get depressed in winter, but others, like me, get depressed when living somewhere where it's always hot and spring, winter and fall are way too short.
11:02 oh man... I'm used to the more melancholic version of this song from "you're inside the last memories of a dying person". But this version sounds happier. Things are still rough, but they're getting better. No longer injured and healing, but simply just looking towards the light of day.
I really like both versions of "there were many things for which we exist", though I think the melancholic version calls to me a bit more. Still a lovely little song....
Needed this. 🖤
I've been looking for this kind of playlist from first of October thank u 🤎🪶
So nice and peaceful. I love all the art especially the last one of the mushrooms and books. The cooler weather is starting to move in in my area, and this playlist is just right.
I love sweater weather,but I love winter even more.
It’s that time of year again :}
Beautiful music :) :)
esto me destruyo emocionalmente jajsjjas
If I could just live there.
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I'm really hanging onto summer with my toenails this year, the equinox is on 23rd, gives us about two weeks left. Enough to count and regret with.
Its autism season lets goooooooo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Lovely! I listened to this during a long autumnal walk. I don't have the luxury to listen to nature alone, since I live in a big city.
Isn’t there a park nearby?
My favourite autumn playlist🍂
Do you write your own music?
Yeah this is good music to have in the background as I finally sit down to read more sherlock holmes 😎😎😎
Autumn is back! 🍂
Everyday I put my daughter to bed to this music. Thank you ❤
Ya estaba extrañando mucho el otoño🍁🍂 la mejor estación de todas. Gracias por la playlist!
Desde que tengo memoria que amo ver cómo cambian de color las hojas. El viento frío, el sol fuerte, comer una mandarina en el pastito mientras miras las hojas caer.
El otoño creo que es la transición más significativa, y al menos yo, vivo en constante transición.
Omg, the music, pictures all of that is PERFECT, I love this channel.
Ooo, could you do a playlist to romanticise studying IT/cybersecurity?
Bro autumn is not like it used to be,when I was child I was so happy that autumn is coming and world was so colorful back then but now I didn't give a shit
we need a calm playlist for the morning of halloween, when we prepared ourself for the night
those melodies really got into my mood... as soon as i heard it, i finally relaxed after having headache all day and recollected some of those memories that i somehow managed to retrace back in my youth. god did it make me wanna cry.