Mellow Soul Funk Mix 🐾 Frosted Field Rare Groove & Analog Sunlight Vibes

Welcome to the Deep Mellow Soul Funk lounge. 🐾❄️ Tonight the lounge steps outside into a frosted field at first light, where nothing has moved since the sun went down. 🎧 Tracklist (Chapters): 00:00 Nothing in the Cold Air 03:17 The Water Won't Run 06:31 Everything Freezes Here 10:06 Cold Wind, Hard Ground 13:24 The Frost Won't Bend 17:01 Frozen Ground, Pale Light 20:55 Every Patch Holds the Same 24:07 First Light on the Frozen Field 27:15 Hard Ground, White Crystals 30:28 Everything Here Is Still 33:38 The Ground Stays Hard All Night 36:53 Low Bass Under the Field 39:46 White Settles, Nothing Lifts 42:59 Nothing Warms on the Way Down 46:06 White Catching the First Gold 48:57 Every Hollow Its Own Frost 52:10 Light Crosses the Frozen Ground 55:23 Nothing Leans, Nothing Moves 58:28 Bare Ground, Hard Frost 1:01:25 Quiet Field, White and Still 1:04:55 The Sun Clears the Field Edge 1:07:52 Frost and First Light 1:11:19 The Field Holds Its Breath 1:14:21 White Clings to the Ground 1:17:41 Cold Ground, Colder Still 1:20:55 The Field Gives Nothing Up 1:24:23 Nothing Lifts, It Just Sits 1:27:26 Daybreak Over the Hard Ground 1:30:23 White Laid Low 1:33:20 Golden Eyes in the First Sun 1:36:38 Repeat Nothing here softened overnight. The ground has gone hard all the way through, every furrow locked stiff, every stalk holding exactly the shape the cold left it in. There's nothing to smell out here, and no warmth answers back — just white crystals sitting on top of hard, unmoving ground, waiting out the dark in total silence. Then the low sun clears the edge of the field, and the light does what the night never could. It doesn't lift the frost or carry it anywhere — it just touches the rim of each frozen furrow and lets it go soft there, one thin melting edge at a time, while everything an inch further in stays exactly as hard as it was an hour ago. Half in the cold light, half out of it, a small black cat sits at the edge of the cut stubble without a sound. Golden eyes catch the first sun straight on, unbothered by the cold underfoot, watching the melt line creep forward one crystal at a time. The bass sits deep and analog underneath it all, with an intimate baritone drifting over tight funk guitar and a dreamy Rhodes, warm tape hiss and a soft crackle of vinyl underneath. Ninety minutes of unhurried 70s grooves, built to stay in the background while the frost slowly gives up its edges to the morning. If this one keeps you company tonight, please hit Like and subscribe to the channel. Subscribe here:    / @mellowsoulfunklounge