Yes sir. I honestly report finding other groups of independent contractors willing to undertake dependent cooperation in the indicated destination country.
My impression is that the expression of the cat is that of a person who has been exposed, but was meant to because he doensn't know any better, and when he got exposed, he knew it all along and yet decided to play dumb and stay silent, just in case he convinced others otherwise.
As a member of a military organization who is actively chasing down spies, I can confirm this playlist plays every time we think we’re close… but we never seem to catch them.
"Sir, I'm starting to think that you are not who you say you are. Do you have anything to say for.... what are you doing?" "Just a moment. I have the perfect playlist for this."
12 dogs (and 1 cat) reunited in a table: Leader Dogasimov: "Fellow Comrades Dogs! There's seem to be a CAT SPY in the Dogmunnity" Comrade Catamarzov: "An infiltrated dirty cat in here?! Outrageous!"
RU-vid has a good mix of playlists with hyper specific names, all of which are incredible. " Playlist to study like Kant awakening from the dogmatic slumber in which his philosophy was immersed " - is one I'm quite fond of.
I want so badly that someone breaks into my place asking me "what are you listening to ?" so that I could answer "Oh... You are a spy who is about to be exposed" and don't bother to explain further
wait! i have so many questions! 😂 why do they have to break into your house? Why would they stop to ask what you're listening to?? This itself needs a story.
I love those scenes in movies where the spy (or a character the audience knows is betraying the protagonist group) is calmly and meticulously getting rid of all evidence pointing them to be the perpetrator of something nefarious. It’s so satisfying watching them remove any and all evidence to their deeds, as if none of it ever happened. A messy room where a struggle and a murder took place being turned spotless and beautiful. Legal documentation that could land them in hot water with the good guys being erased, altered, and or replaced. A montage of them removing loose ends, witnesses to something they did which could cast suspicion on the later.
"Gentlemen... It has come to my attention... that someone has infiltrated our ranks and is disguising themselves as one of us... Rest assured, we will find the culprit... For we are the Jaguar Society. Wouldn't you agree..... Mr.Whiskers.."
In the suffocating confines of this dimly lit room, my secrets unravel like a web torn apart. The chessboard of my life has been overturned, leaving me trapped in a checkmate of imminent exposure. The enemy's deciphered knowledge mocks my every move, turning my once calculated steps into stumbling failures. The weight of their impending revelation crushes my spirit, drowning any flicker of hope in a sea of despair. I am but a pawn, insignificant and disposable in this treacherous game.
If you were to write a book I will definitely read it, I could really feel the atmosphere you built and with the music playing in the background of my imagination this was an amazing short adventure for my mind ro go on and I loved it.
In the dim light of dawn, you slip from the embrace of shadows cast by the towering stone walls of a fortified city. Your heart beats a quiet rhythm, a counterpoint to the distant clangs and murmurs of a world awakening. As a spy in the service of a clandestine master, your existence is a tapestry of secrets, woven from whispers and the silent exchange of messages with unseen allies and informants. Your guise today is that of a simple merchant, a role you've perfected over countless dawns. The heavy wool of your cloak conceals both your identity and the array of tools secreted within its folds: a small dagger, vials of quicksilver for silent messages, and parchment concealed within a hidden pocket. Your first destination is the bustling market square, where the air is thick with the scent of fresh bread, spices from distant lands, and the undercurrent of intrigue. As you navigate through the throng, your senses are alert to every detail: the exchange of glances between the guards at the city gate, a coded message left in the arrangement of goods on a familiar stall. You leave behind a piece of silver, picking up a seemingly innocuous scroll of parchment that holds the movements of rival troops along the border. Midday finds you in the shadowed cool of a tavern, a place where the lines between friend and foe blur amidst the haze of ale and smoke. Here, you meet with an informant, a disgraced knight whose loyalty you've secured with promises of redemption. His information is invaluable, revealing a plot to betray your liege lord at the upcoming summit. Your mind races with the implications, calculating the delicate balance of power and the thin line between revelation and disaster. As the sun arcs towards the horizon, you find solitude atop the city's battlements, the stone cold beneath your hands as you contemplate the weight of the secrets you bear. The decisions you make, the alliances you forge and betray, are threads in the larger weave of war and peace. The information you've gathered today could shift the balance of power, but at what cost? Nightfall sees you once more a shadow among shadows, delivering your report to a hooded figure in a secluded chapel. Words are exchanged, plans are set into motion, and you're once more alone, a silent sentinel in the service of a cause greater than yourself. As you make your way back through the city's labyrinthine streets, you reflect on the duality of your existence. In the world of espionage, every face is a mask, every word a potential double edge. You live in the spaces between truth and deception, a ghost in the fabric of your time. Your bed is cold, your sleep restless, haunted by the specters of choices made and those yet to come. But with the first light of dawn, you will rise again, a master of shadows in a world of light and darkness. This is your life, a never-ending dance on the knife-edge of fate, where every day is a gamble against the tides of fortune and the price of failure is oblivion.
I love how this is how we're getting people into classical music now. It's beautiful. This is the advantage of classical over modern music: modern music paints its own distinct picture; whereas classical music is basically a blank canvas. Modern music will distract you from whatever it is you're doing, but classical music can be used to enhance any given scenario. It's more about imagination and interpretation. It's kinda sad how few people appreciate classical music these days, but people finding and experiencing it through memes is just awesome.
agreed,imagination is a powerfull thing and like a muscle if not exercized atrophies into a husk of it's former self.Imagination can lead you anywhere you can conceive of.we can never have too much of such a thing.
I think that depends largely on you and what kind of person you are and what kind of person made the music classical is certainly timeless but remember that it wasnt classical in the day, this shit was the modern music of the age when it was written and performed whatever music activates you in whatever way is about you and how your mind works, and how the creators mind works, not about the music being inherently this or that classical musicians and singers can listen to modern music and pick out the influences, understand what it communicates just as well as classical music does it all comes down to the composers and performers being skilled and passionate enough to use music to communicate, and there are certainly composers of the modern age who can do that as well as if not better than the masters of old
@@CaptainPrincess A very misguided understanding of how classical music was seen. Classical music wasn't seen as pop music or something like rap rap. Classical music was worked on by people who poured their lifeblood into making these grand and awe-inspiring pieces, and it was treated as such. Some may argue the standards of classical music may have been too high, as composers (whose music was still very well-liked) were criticized by other composers because they did not follow the common musical theory to a T. It's similar to art made during that era, there was a standard, and if the standard wasn't followed in your work then you were ridiculed. Even if it was still good art. Now that we have lost many of those standards though, most people would say that our writing, art, and music have altogether gotten worse.
My heart pounded relentlessly as I stood in the shadows, my eyes fixed on the bustling city streets below. The gravity of the situation weighed heavily upon me as I realized that my carefully encrypted secret messages had been deciphered. My adversaries were closing in, and exposure was imminent. I had spent years cultivating a double life as a spy, living in the shadows and playing a dangerous game of deception. But now, the carefully constructed web of lies was beginning to unravel. My survival instincts kicked in, and I knew I had to disappear, to shed my current identity and become someone new. With each passing moment, the stakes grew higher. I had no choice but to trust my training, rely on my instincts, and utilize every skill I had acquired over the years. The city became my labyrinth, a complex maze of alleys, hidden passages, and secret hideouts that only I knew about. It was my playground, and I was determined to outmaneuver my pursuers. I moved swiftly, blending seamlessly into the chaotic rhythm of the city. Disguises became my armor, changing my appearance with precision and finesse. I changed my hairstyle, altered my clothing, and even adjusted my gait, becoming a chameleon in a world where danger lurked around every corner. As I evaded my pursuers, I sought refuge in the underground network of fellow spies and informants, relying on my connections to provide me with vital information and resources. Each encounter was a risky exchange, where the price of trust was often paid with blood. But I knew that to survive, I had to make alliances in this treacherous game of chess. But the clock was ticking, and my adversaries were closing in. It became clear that one wrong move could mean the end. I had to stay two steps ahead, predicting their every move, and countering with calculated precision. It was a deadly dance, where even a momentary lapse in judgment could prove fatal. As the chase intensified, I realized that I was not just fighting for my own survival but also for the safety of those who had believed in me, who had risked their lives to aid my cause. The weight of responsibility pushed me further, fueling my determination to outwit my pursuers and protect the secrets that threatened global stability. In the final showdown, I found myself face-to-face with my most formidable adversary. It was a battle of wits, a clash between two masterminds in a game of life and death. Every move, every decision became critical. With nerves of steel and a mind sharpened by years of training, I outmaneuvered my opponent, exposing their vulnerabilities and exploiting their mistakes. With victory within reach, I slipped away into the night, leaving behind a world that had known me as a spy. From the ashes of my old identity, I emerged as a phantom, a shadow who would forever remain hidden in the annals of history. As I vanished into my new existence, I carried with me the scars of a life lived on the edge. The memories of danger and deceit would forever be etched into my soul. But I knew that I had made a difference, that the sacrifices I had made were not in vain. The secrets remained protected, and the world was oblivious to the chaos that had been narrowly averted. And so, I continued my journey, forever vigilant, forever ready to answer the call when darkness threatened to engulf the world. A spy, a phantom, forever playing the high-stakes chess match of life, knowing that with every move, the endgame could be just one step away.
But it wasn't to be. A flash of a gun and a sudden searing pain in my leg sent my hurtling into the grass beneath me. I tried to pick myself up but I couldn't. I looked at my leg and my heartbeat quickened, my breathing heightened. A gaping hole lay there, blood gushing out of it, forming a small pool on the parched ground. I lay there, knowing and accepting my fate. My hopes of a "forever vigilant journey" and a "phantom" lay there shattered. This was it. I heard their yells and jeers and footsteps coming ever closer to me, and I knew I had one thing left. I pulled my own concealed weapon. 1 bullet, 1 life. I lay the weapon to my head. "No secrets" I whisper. My life flashed before my eyes, my family, my child...my only beautiful daughter, who's father had died to save her from the new world order. And I pulled the trigger. All was gone in a loud yet silent bliss.
@@burritodude8875 I read these two comments out loud with a stereotypical Russian spy accent while listening to the playlist, laughed every few sentences
this playlist makes me feel as if I'm trying to clean up evidence as my parents have just messaged saying they are on their way home. intense, I love it.
I really like how it starts and ends with the same song, one that sounds powerful like if you were involved in courtly intrigues. Then runaway, a lot of songs while you escape and get into a new identity, and again the same song from the beginning as you have gotten back into the game of conspiracy with a new identity.
"The life we had" sounds like the moment the main character is reminiscing in the train, thinking of his loved ones and why he started the mission while the people they spied on are in uproar in the headquarters; important documents disappeared and our spy is nowhere to be found, the generals are ordering the police to close off every stations and roads leading outside the country. This playlist is amazing
I really liked this playlist and I realized no one had posted the tracklist so I decided to go hunting for them myself 0:00 - Precious Gems by Salon Dijon 1:44 - Runaway Quartet by Moments 4:30 - Game of Chess by Wicked Cinema 6:44 - Drunken Thrush by Cody Martin 8:57 - Our Web Of Lies by Moments 11:28 - Suite Du Matin by Moments 13:50 - The Life We Had by Moments 17:23 - Bell Tower by Wicked Cinema 20:32 - Good Grace by Salon Dijon 22:07 - A Black Tie Affair by Wicked Cinema 26:19 - The Throne by Wicked Cinema 30:28 - Waltz Of The Damned by JCar (found thanks to @redmik2338!) 35:20 - Dorset Summer by Moments 39:00 - Precious Gems by Salon Dijon All of these tracks can be found on Soundstripe! Edit.: I believe some of them can't be found on RU-vid or Spotify, unfortunately :( Also, shoutout to @buttons3947 for finding the tracks at 4:30 and 6:44 and @prace7812 for the one at 13:50 Edit: Due to a lot of misunderstandings, I would like to specify that when I made this comment, the creator hadn't posted the tracklist anywhere, including the description, since they were in the process of moving to another country and didn't have the time to do so. I hope this clears things up!
Here's a quick story I'm going to write while I listen to this. (Best read from 4:30 onwards) Timeframe: Mediaeval ages It's only been 4 weeks since the murder of King Gruien III. The rain that falls on your face no longer feels cold, as the anxiety from the soldiers marching down the wet cobble street compresses your emotions into flight-mode. The wind isn't too bad this night, for only a few of the lamp posts have been extinguished. You may only just have a wool cloth on to cover your face, but it should be enough to suffice for the night. As you creep into a local residence, your heart flutters at the sound of soldiers nearby. You must go quick; there isn't much time left. Sliding into a dark and empty room, you unveil yourself in solidarity, once again alone. The rain patters against the warped glass pane that has been imperfect for years on end while you stare up through it into the dark abyss of the night sky. "I was only doing the right thing..." You mutter to yourself with a deep course voice. You've been on the run for so long that the stubble on your face has grown longer and unkempt. Tilting your head back to try for some rest, your dreams reminisce into the past. There has been peace for so long between the two kingdoms of Rome, but after spending a bit too much time in the pursuit of politics, you accidentally uncovered something horrifying. Talks between a sworn enemy nation for peace. The nation that had plotted for a global reign and demise. It was unheard of, and even as you frantically dug deeper into the dusty archives of the noble's library, nothing that had been said by the king himself seemed true at all. So, you did what any fantastical child with their whole life ahead of them does; get involved, and drag as many friends with you as possible. Obviously that wasn't the smartest choice, but at least you adapted after some minor trial and error. You lost the group, even your best friend, and sacrificed everything and everyone you loved to peruse a stupid hope that maybe-- just maybe you were right. (Best read from 6:45 onwards) At first, the murders you uncovered evidence for were minor in scale, but you were glad that the culprits were getting what they deserved. Always some guy with a poor family, and a sob story of a life... but then you realized the clue. All of the murderers were those easily exploitable. You thought about it for what seemed like years, but in the months that you cast yourself away, it finally came to you. This wasn't the work of some intelligent junkie who happened to get lucky on their first kill-- this was someone experienced. It had taken you this long to realize that in all of this time it was the ONE man that everyone knew. The king. Who else could it be? He was the man in the highest power, with the ability to manipulate anything in his path for his gain. You spent years arranging the documents, paperwork, and building trust within the ranks to make a small group of soldiers act as your weapon. This plan was... perfect. The night of the job, while your plan set into motion, everything in your mind came crashing down. You were exploring the room of the Queen, who you believed was only going to have things of monetary value. Jewels, luxury clothing... but you never expected to find her diary in an open place. As you opened to the middle, the first sentence makes your heart flutter. "It's been 15 years since I married this fool, and finally he has perished." You read on, increasingly uncovering information that you wished you knew before the plan was set in place. "I've found a plant that contains the right toxin I need to make him better. Better, of course, as he'll finally listen to what I need him to say." Has it been this way all along? The esteemed King of Rome, decimated by a woman he married out of love? You needed to stop the plan... and you had to act fast. Running into the ballroom with your disguise, you see the king's head on the floor. It was far too late. You murdered an innocent man. You thought what you were doing was the right thing, but you only made things worse. They had found out the paper trail you left when you were building the coup. It was only a matter of time before they found you in your room on the palace grounds. You needed to run, there was no time. As you begin to rush out, you lock eyes with the General's boy, Ethicus, who was just 8 at the time. "Quite a shame... he's so young, yet he must experience this gruesome event" you thought. The shock from the dream wakes you up. The light from the outside peers in, and you sit up, ready to be on the run once more. Then you notice a man in the corner, staring at you with the same eyes that woke you from your dream. He smirks at me as he stands up. "I hope you've enjoyed freedom."
Loved this!! I was actually hoping someone would post a script to read with this music so I absolutely loved this story! You should definitely consider writing a book!
@@khloestaley4604 I've started to write a few novels, but my issue is that I just don't finish them. my procrastination gets in the way, but i might write short stories instead
@sniper_assasin1200 i learned a few writing tips:write down specifically how the world will be like:is it like earth,time period etc.Try to write daily whether its a story or not.just a thought mr fox,food for thought if you will.
This is literally one of the best (if not the best) playlists to study. I work so fast and efficiently that I'm surprised myself. I kind of feel like a mastermind planning my next big move.
Last summer, I had this playlist on loop while reading Dostoevsky's Crime and Punishment for the first time. It was for sure an anxious experience, highly recommend it
I just finished a study session and felt quite happy when I saw other ppl that go through the same thing as me. Good luck my fellow spies in this masquerade of examinations!
11:28 Suite Du Matin sounds like the climax of a movie about an aging dying artist desperately trying to live their life, but they are having a heart attack, and knocking over their art in their studio as they seek help and collapse
It's sounds like people are having a dance around a fire, in something such as a stone pit, but the fire accidentally spread to the surrounding grass, so now all the people are frantically trying to stomp it out; only to make the dance more lively until they finally put out the fire at the very end
Hi guys! I was in the middle of moving to another country and didn't even notice how many views this video got 😱 Thank you! Kitties save the world 🙌 playlist below 0:00 - Precious Gems by Salon Dijon 1:44 - Runaway Quartet by Moments 4:30 - Game of Chess by Wicked Cinema 6:44 - Drunken Thrush by Cody Martin 8:57 - Our Web Of Lies by Moments 11:28 - Suite Du Matin by Moments 13:50 - The Life We Had by Moments 17:23 - Bell Tower by Wicked Cinema 20:32 - Good Grace by Salon Dijon 22:07 - A Black Tie Affair by Wicked Cinema 26:19 - The Throne by Wicked Cinema 30:28 - Waltz Of The Damned by JCar 35:20 - Dorset Summer by Moments 39:00 - Precious Gems by Salon Dijon Thank you Fernanda Borges and @redmik2338 for writing all the songs
I had this playing on my earphones during a mock trial debate in my class a month ago. Our attorney team became the most corrupt, undefeatable team, not losing even a single case that day. Our lies, trickery, deceit and psychological warfare were so perfect that the whole class was stumped. We were so believable even to this day, none of the teachers know half of the evidence was faked even though they themselves created the cases. I felt like Saul Goodman or someone out of the Ace Attorney series. I have an upcoming debate next week, and I already know I'm going to be counting on this playlist. Edit: Part 2, the debate from nearly 2 months ago This is playlist I learned how to tie a tie to. Anyway, after the mock trial's success, this time our group was prepared to go whatever lengths it took to win regardless of the consequence. After a taste of corruption, there was no turning back. Armed with several other playlists (like ru-vid.com/video/%D0%B2%D0%B8%D0%B4%D0%B5%D0%BE-q0Ese2h-ayo.html) We weren't just mere spies anymore, we were the main antagonists. We researched everyone in the opposing group extensively, which took up most of the preparation before the actual plan. Then had some of the people with good grades gaslight the teacher with a rule that required all participants to take all calls with the speakerphone on during the debate "in case someone was trying to leak either group's info" which was, of course, nonsense. And also the permission to have playlists of our choice as some background music. The topic was "Should juvenile cyberbullying/crime require severe punishments or legal consequences?" and we were gonna prove that it did with some extreme means. As the debate started, we stayed silent for most of the first part, making it seem the opponents were winning. Their point was that cyberbullying/crime could be dealt or resolved without any big issues. 1st round, nearly nothing from our side. 2nd round, we made a few weak points as a rebuttal. Right before the start of the opponent's 3rd and final turn, their main presenter got a call telling him to meet someone outside the school, and threatening blackmail if he didn't(a bluff from one of our friends). This somehow worked and the class heard it all as he left. With their main speaker gone, the rest of their group were in a panic and their facts grew weak. Their confidence was near zero by the end of their turn. Giving us a sure-fire chance to make a full rebuttal, picking apart their facts one by one. Nearly every point they made was shot down with two or more facts, some slightly overexaggerated. Finally with just a few mins to spare before the voting started, we revealed everything. We had anonymously cyberbullied all the members of the opposing team so hard that their group fell apart just as they were winning. We had undermined the confidence of nearly all their members with gaslighting, blackmail, even fake test grades. Their main speaker however was way too good, making us having to get him to leave the debate in the middle. Now, if the audience voted for the opponent's team, that would seem as if they support us by saying that we didn't deserve any consequences. Then if they feel that we should be punished for this, they would have to vote for us instead. Yeah... I think we went a bit overboard with the moral dillemas. So anyway we won with a landslide, since we got nearly the whole class pissed off. We did apologize to everyone in the opposing team afterwards and most of them were surprisingly pretty chill about it. I accepted a 2 week suspension, and Jinny, the opposing team's main speaker is actually a good friend now and- who could've guessed- a fellow classical music enjoyer! Credits to him, since I'm perfectly sure he would've singlehandedly won the debate if it was a fair one, so I see him as the real one who deserved to win. Now, every student who's either in literature or taking English classes in the school knows about that debate. The actual debate lasted nearly 2 hours, and we had 14 people in various classes in our corrupt group. 5(me included) for the actual debate and 9 others collecting info and doing the dirty work. I actually feel bad for what we did, but no regrets. Anyway, maybe I'll do a part 3 if theres another mock trial or debate. You can finish your popcorn now
Heroes can always tell when we are near because of our boss music. We can also tell when we are being snuck up on by a Hero because the stealth music starts playing. Works both ways.
I feel anxious all the time, and playlists like these help me turn my anxiety into excitement. Its like playing such songs, makes it feel as if the sense of anxiousness is a CONSCIOUS CHOICE AND IT MAKES me feel so muchh better and helps me studyy
That cat looks exactly like the title, you can see the entire array of possible ways he will fail and die going through the back of his head, yet he remains determined, he has made his choice, and he's pushing to the bitter end.
I immediately grab my coat and begin to pack my bag. I must depart without delay if I am to evade capture and a lone cigarette in front of a sunny wall. I've spent this year making a life for myself here. My friends, my future... Well, there were someone else's I suppose. Someone with my face, but now I must bury them, and my tracks and leave it all behind if I am to survive. But first I need to get back to my hotel room to secure my documents and arrange for certain files to burn at the consulate. That's when the knocking on my office door comes through and the voice of Clothilde, my secretary, chirps out for me. I smother a bead of sweat in a handkerchief and compose myself
*I can do better than that, in less than 2 minutes, effortessly !* _"I swiftly reach for my coat and hastily gather my belongings, acutely aware of the urgency to evade capture. The sunlight casts its warmth upon a nearby wall, as if bidding me farewell. This past year, I meticulously constructed a new existence for myself in this place, with friends and prospects that were never truly mine. They belonged to another version of me, a mere facade. Now, I must bury that illusion along with any evidence of my existence, leaving no trace behind, all in the name of survival._ _But before I embark on this treacherous journey, I must return to my hotel room. There, I shall safeguard my crucial documents and make arrangements for certain files to meet their fiery demise within the secure confines of the consulate._ _As I prepare to depart, a resolute knock echoes upon my office door, accompanied by Clothilde's familiar voice piercing through the air. I swiftly dab at a bead of perspiration on my forehead with a handkerchief, striving to regain composure and maintain an air of nonchalance."_ ===================== Sorry for my first sentence, it was obviously a bait. And you probably already guessed, ofc it's AI generated. But I didn't do that to "prove" that AI is better than human either. Its writing style is quite good, but a little bit over the top if you ask me. Also, this is not AI work by any means, this is human work improved by AI. It's different, and that's my point. The first time I did the same with one of my own text, I almost cried reading the result. I have zero writing skills and I realized how bad I was compared to this program. How beautiful it could turn my naïve and unskilled work. But such a gap between me and the AI just means that it can help to improve my work tremendously. But like I said earlier, I don't think AI is such a good writer (yet). I think we should try to use it as a teacher. If you use it to write the final copy of your work, it wil be ok for sure, but kinda clunky or even disconnected from the reader's feeling sometimes. So if I had to use AI to write, I'd give them my first draft, and then use the result as an inspiration to make a second one, and repeat the process until I'm satisfied. But the last version should always be mine, if I want it to be really good and authentic. The beauty is that anyone can do it, but it doesn't mean we won't need some creativity or imagination to do it properly. It's like a calculator, it does the hard work for us, but we still have to enter the right operation to get the right result. If you don't know maths, the calculator isn't gonna solve your problems for you. Imagine meeting with an omniscient entity able to give you all the answers in the world, you'll still have to ask the good questions... Thanks for sharing your inspiration with us, I hope my comment will be helpful to future writers somehow.
instead of sitting outside, peacefully on my porch, this music makes me feel like a famous spy that has found his new safehouse, admiring the jewels I stole.
This video is gold because every music in it is having a really good use of instruments Not only that the comments are so entertaining lmao Everybody literally got a sense of humour which makes this song a gold literally
Listening to this while filling in my internship report makes me feel like I have finished my undercover mission and now compiling their information for my captain
7:39 Druken Thrash constantly sounding like Pirates of the Carribean and the Elder Scrolls at the same time. The score for Jack Sparrow navigating his ship while drunk, trailed by a Khajiit officer (pictured)
song at 6:44 is ru-vid.com/video/%D0%B2%D0%B8%D0%B4%D0%B5%D0%BE-K__5htG7b7k.html&ab_channel=CodyMartin-Topic called Drunken Thrush by Cody Martin song at 4:42 is ru-vid.com/video/%D0%B2%D0%B8%D0%B4%D0%B5%D0%BE-uUB6pFJ0dik.html&ab_channel=WickedCinema-Topic called game of chess
This reminds me of my comrade in 1845 George Cattington VI ,we were on a mission to find the key to eternal life when we reached the top of the Alps of Europe where it was rumered to be.But when we got there we were given a choice... One of us would be granted immortality at the cost of the others life,and im sure you can see where this tale is going... I obviously sacrificed myself cause there was no way i would let my catty companion take the fall, to this day he is scaring the citizens of italy by walking across sidewalks while in the meantime trying to find a way to revive me.Its quite peculiar,the fellow in this video seems to have an uncanny resemblance to him...but alas i bid you farewell.
I feel like you could use every piece in this video to make a short movie about the entire process of a spy's discovery; from safety to suspicion to revelation, to discovery, to escape and/or death
This helps me focus better than other playlists New appreciation gained for classical music like this It harmonizes with your mind, not jerking it this way and that, not one melody too sharp or distinct, yet unique all the same.
I love classical music like this. It’s so easy to imagine stories being told through the music. Precious Gems sounds like a story between 2 kingdoms. One of them is on their way to invade the other, and a messenger is hurrying to inform the other kingdom of invasion. The enemy kingdom sounds dark and sinister, while the other kingdom sounds grand and bright. Runaway sounds like horses galloping in a race. I say that as the music isn’t nearly low enough to be from something dangerous. That being said, near the middle of the song, the music shifts. I like to imagine that the song shifts perspective, perhaps to a bystander sneaking up to the trail to watch the horses gallop by. Then, the music goes back to the main melody, as if the horses have overtaken the bystander, who was forced to get out of the way. At the end, there is a winner, and the bystander checks to make sure the coast is clear, and to see who won. Game of Chess sounds like an extremely quick game of well, chess. There is tension in the air as moves are made within seconds, each competitor staring at each other, watching their every decision. Drunken Thrush sounds like a man in disguise trying to sneak into a masquerade ball. He is hidden in the shadows, yet he watches the dancing, as waves of figures dressed in scarlet, black, and white dominate the floor. The people here have wronged him in some way, as he plans revenge (imagine like a phantom of the opera style thing) These are just a few examples of how music can tell a story without words. It’s all in the imagination.
This is literally one the best playlists i've ever listened to. This music is pretty much incontrovertible, almost anyone would enjoy it, which speaks volumes to how good it really is.
This playlist makes me increasingly suspicious of everyone on the train around me. _I won’t go down without a fight_ , I think as I side eye the mother next to me.
I thought myself as realistic non-imaginary person before I met this playlist in my RU-vid algorithm. I can draw some spy’s life in my mind while I listening to this. It’s an amazing experience.
Man this really made me feel like im the spyy-- Im not safe anymore from where im staying at so I traveled on foot for days, with only little amount of food supply left. Day turned to night. I held the lamp and my knife from my other hand tightly, while i carry the other luggages on my back. Hours passed by, my body now covered with sweat. Soon my stomach grumbled. I was about to pass out from exhaustion when i saw a faint light, which if i take a longer look, is a small house hiding in the forest, not far away from where im standing at. I know that a house in a forest is something not to be trusted, yet my instincts tells me that i should go there, so i continued to trudge on towards the warm light, feeling both hopeful and afraid. Sorry for the wrong grammar/typos!! I just imagined this out of the blue.But i hope you can make more playlists like thiss, its so cool
