Magnifique, merveilleux !! such soothing music. I love cello, it is so close to human voice. Thank you SO much, it is so great not to be interrupted by ads.. I hope/wish that this video stays for a very long time on You Tube
I've got one more It's something that I had stored Sometimes it's hard to find but when careful It's found once more I found the part of me that was missing from the pitted core I've become myself completely once more I never would have been so bored had I just unlocked all the doors and let all the wells just drain over to pour out forevermore
Someone else is in my bed it's not me that's not my head Some one different than whom I was Feel the dread My touch is no longer made from lead Feeling of dread My touch is now electrically read Thoughts are fed by light that's gleaming in your palms I feel so much dread Id rather feel empty instead Trading pains for what one may have just said Id much rather feel anything but this curse I have upon my Why am I looking at my own self in bed from far away I must be Am I forgetting the words I just
It's tough to say what I remember from yesterday It's tough to say It's tougher still yet I let the mood and word overlay On what I might have done another day Why am I always asked how I'm feeling today As if my heart weren't on my sleeve and writing all over my face I feel great What am I supposed to say My edge is dull my whip of a mind has frayed It's so much harder now to say Wait what was I talking about again?
The breeze of wind and the salt within the air I float towards what isn't quite there My heading is every direction but never know where I'm too busy on deck to really care Waves now push and toss me about Rain, lighting, and thunder shouts And what comes next is worth surviving this boute The star of life is out Looking up there are no more clouds Warmth and rhythm of the worlds open mouth I set forth now again I before with out direction with out any doubts I'll find what I search for
When I dream I feel what I can't in what is real So now I look forward to darkened rooms with cots of tarp and steel When I dream I'm no longer afraid of anything The angels sing my appeals to waking up to what is real Why can't I just sleep forever
It's one more there and one more down I take my cup and give it more than what can drown My stomach and match the sound of soul that grips to life with scowl It's just one more here and one more down Fill my cup Amber wave Make me the joke and turn my vision from sky to ground And keep me to yourself away from crowd's Your taste is best when no life is around One more just one more down I'm so afraid now It's all gone
This sounds like it would be playing over a scene from a movie, the father being some mafia man while finding out his daughter is in love with the enemy and the hit the father just put out knowing she's with him. The order is to off any one in the vicinity to send a message for a whole other reason and has nothing to do with his daughter being in love.
Is there a version of this without the rain in the background of the music? I get the point of it, but I just want to hear the cello not nature sometimes.
I really don't like that all these channels with chellows or slower string compositions title them really depressing things. The music is beautiful, soothing, calming. It's some of my favorite music. One channel titles their pieces stuff like "I'm all alone amd will die this way" or "no one will ever love me" or "my depression is all I have left." Why are we perpetuating sadness like this? This pushes people to unalive themselves. To other creators that do this, please stop.
This is haunting but not sad to me. With this music, I can do so many things. I can calm my mind, I can relax my body, I can find inspiration, I can just shut out the noise of my house and focus. This is my kind of music.
❤❤❤ I cannot thank you enough for your music and your channel … going through some tough times and I find myself constantly playing your videos. Your music it’s the most soothing 🙏🙏🙏 THANK YOU
notas profundas un sentimiento parecido. es un llamado a dejar ir la melancolía, renace el dolor y se marchita el pasado es un invierno frio cual lamento ocasional para servirle a mi angustia. se dirá que estoy hundida en amargura, que importa el nombre del sentimiento si no la manera en que se enfrenta. ( si les gusto den like)
