🐾 Mellow Soul Funk Mix 🐾 Meadow Rare Groove & Analog Sunrise Vibes
Mellow Soul Funk 48
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🐾 Mellow Soul Funk Mix 🐾 Meadow Rare Groove & Analog Sunrise Vibes
119 просмотров · 2 недели назад
Mellow Soul Funk 48
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119 просмотров · 2 недели назад
Welcome to the Deep Mellow Soul Funk lounge. 🐾🔔 One slow bell somewhere out in the fog, and a whole meadow soaked in dew.
🎧 Tracklist (Chapters):
00:00 Slow Bell in the Fog
03:03 Dew on the Long Grass
06:30 Barefoot on the Dew
09:35 Low Clouds, Low End
12:39 Mist on the Meadow
16:07 The Old Stone Trough
19:05 Wildflowers in the Mist
22:29 The Wooden Fence Line
25:31 Velvet Black in the Green
29:00 Cool Air, Warm Groove
32:33 The Pasture Gate
35:40 Soft Hooves, Soft Bass
38:45 The Water Pipe Song
42:33 Warm Wool and Cool Air
46:10 Smoke from the Farmhouse
49:14 Morning Milk and Steam
52:21 First Light on the Hill
55:30 The Ridge Line Glow
58:30 Silver Grass, Golden Sky
1:02:08 Golden Eyes in the Hay
1:05:21 The Slow Sunrise Climb
1:08:25 Steady Wind, Steady Groove
1:11:47 The Highland Quiet
1:14:35 Hay Bales at Daybreak
1:17:25 The Long Walk Uphill
1:20:26 Shadows Getting Shorter
1:23:44 Sun on the Wet Fence
1:26:46 The Bell Fades Out
1:29:45 Napping in the Clover
1:33:12 Daybreak Holds Us Slow
1:36:33 The Fog Lets Go Slow
1:39:55 Repeat
The bell comes first. Long before there's any color in the sky, one low note drifts in from somewhere out in the white and then lets the quiet close over it again. Everything up here is wet — the grass, the fence wire, the moss on the old stone trough, the small blue flowers still half asleep in the fog. Three steps into the meadow and your boots are soaked through, and it doesn't matter at all. The cattle are shapes rather than animals, moving slow through the gray, and the whole hill is waiting for the light to decide when it's ready.
Somewhere in that wet green a small shadow is already awake — velvet black against the soft green, gold eyes carried just above the grass, moving at exactly the pace this morning deserves. She'll turn up again asleep in the warm hay while the sun finally clears the ridge, and then curled in the clover once the day has gone gold and easy.
The music sits right down in the fog with it. Deep, unhurried basslines under everything, warm baritone vocals rising like steam off a milk pail, round Rhodes chords and soft-touch guitar keeping the whole thing open and slow. A long, wide groove with nothing sharp in it — cool air, warm low end, and nothing that pulls at your attention while you work.
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