Soft Light, Deep Groove, Shallow Grave

(by Slavomir / H-dMan Such)

This album was born in silence — from that strange peace that follows loss,
and from gratitude for the artists who turned pain into rhythm.

Inspired by the soul and spirit of D’Angelo, it’s not a tribute in words but in breath —
in the pauses, in the imperfections, in every note that trembles between love, faith, and the body’s quiet memory.

Each song is a room with dim light and open windows: voices whisper, bass hums, rain falls somewhere outside.
These are nocturnal confessions for anyone who has ever danced with their ghosts and called it grace.

Soft light for the wounds.
Deep groove for the heart.
A shallow grave for what must stay behind.

(Dedicated, with love and respect, to D’Angelo — whose spirit still flies in every groove.)

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Created, written and produced by Slavomir / H-dMan Such
An independent soul artist blending neo-soul, jazz and quiet electronica into poetic, cinematic soundscapes.
His music lives between imperfection and beauty — intimate, spiritual, timeless.

Soft Light, Deep Groove, Shallow Grave

Spomienky.

ther's no time for nothin'
time's running as crazy
you  fly  high and high 
wanna reach the sky
can't catch breath, 
once you may miss your own death

Downgrade your expectations
prioritize your needs
if you are always hurry
 how you can ever your love meet? 

while you'r sitting  in the fast train
there is a world outhere you can't imagine
flowers are blooning, rivers flow, 
sun is shining and everyone knows
there is no need to hurry
everything's going right
no one matter how fast , 
doesn't matter if slow
everything's gonna be all right

Downgrade your expectations
prioritize your needs
do not miss in your life run
last chance to meet your friends

Downgrade your expectations
prioritize your needs
funeral's alway waitin'
last chance to meet your friends?

turn back to childhood
ask street kidd what is best for life
important things are for free
and you can keep that too
and   feel all right

feel good

you could feel good
small things make people happy
you can't seed them ftom the train
love, sun, your dogs eyes
heal this world
feel all right

Downgrade your expectations
prioritize your needs
if you are always hurry
 how you can ever your love meet?

You'v said :

[Intro whisper]
Breathe...  
In the house of light, we rest...

[Verse 1]
White domes rise in golden air,  
echoes fade but stay aware,  
steps dissolve into the floor,  
I am nothing... I need no more.

[Chorus]
The light of silence, pure and wide,  
a thousand prayers side by side,  
beyond the sound, beyond the call,  
one light... one soul... for all.

[Bridge mantra]
Peace within, light without,  
breathe the faith, let the doubt fade out.

[Refrain – looping]
Light of silence...  
Light of silence...  
Breathe... and let it be.  

[Outro]
No end, no time,  
only light... divine.

‎⁨-أبراج-الصح⁩.

Missing People I.

listenning  to d'angelo
singing his last song
time's runing just for you
since the moment he's gone

2000 tears of sorrow
flow like river to the sea 
one another songs in your ears
nu soul is somthing since Maxwell
but d'angelo  gave a spirit
and now is flying with tbe angels
you don't see what he sees.

listenningto d'angelo
singing his last song
time's runing just for you
since the moment he's gone

flying with d'angelo

[ instrumental intro]

[ verse 1]

Nohy vyložím si
ruky pod hlavu si dám
času mám dosť , pomyslím si
vychutnám svoj čas, keď som  sám.


[ verse 2]

nepýtaj sa ma, koľko je hodín, to neviem sám
pre mňa čas prestal plynúť, 
zástavu času mám,
ten stand still naplno si vychutnám.

[ refrain]
Ja kopec času mám.
Ako beží, vôbec nevnímam. 
Poviem vám. 
Dobre sa mám.

[ bridge - instrumental, choir, whispering]

[ verse 3]

nerušťe moje kruhy, 
povedal dávno niekto slávny, 
ten výrok slávny už je dávny,
však platí stále dnes!


[ refrain]

Skúsiť to môže každý druhý,  
vyložiť  na stôl svoje nohy,
na to má asi každý vlohy,
mne viečka  zrazu oťaželi
asi vám rýchlo zbohom dám
a kým som ešte sám...
zaspávam.

Tap ta dap ta daam, tap ta daam. ta daaam.

yeahh.

nerušte-moje-kruhy.

keep-walking-(live 2)

SOFT LIGHT, DEEP GROOVE, SHALLOW GRAVE

(tempo: 76 BPM — slow groove / brushed drums / Rhodes & bass)
(Tone: intimate, half-whispered, deep falsetto layers)

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[Intro – spoken / whispered layers]
Soft light, deep groove, shallow grave…
Still alive inside the wave.
Soft light… deep groove…

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[Verse 1]
There’s a hum in the floorboards,
a heartbeat slow and brave,
my body’s fading slowly,
but the rhythm still behaves.

There’s perfume in the static,
a whisper in the rain,
you said love’s a sacred habit,
and I believed the pain.

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[Pre-Chorus]
Under soft light, I’m still moving slow,
my soul’s off-beat, but it still might glow.

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[Chorus]
Soft light, deep groove, shallow grave —
I’m half-alive, but the groove’s still brave.
The vinyl spins, but the angels wait,
one more chord before I fade.

Soft light… deep groove…
Don’t let my silence prove —
that love don’t stay.

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[Verse 2]
You left your echo in my glass,
your halo on the floor,
the room’s still humming past the past,
I don’t need more.

We played our sins in 7/8,
our prayers were off-time blues,
you said “grief’s just love that stayed,”
and I can’t refuse.

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[Bridge – improvised vocal run / layered harmonies]
Soft light on my face…
slow fade, holy bass…
let the needle fall again —
on the ghost of yesterday.

(wordless falsetto run: “oooh–oh–ohh / ah–ah–ah”)

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[Final Chorus]
Soft light, deep groove, shallow grave,
I keep dancing, though I can’t be saved.
If heaven hums a minor key,
then maybe you’ll remember me.

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nu soul - jazzy vibes 


[Outro – whispered / distorted vocal loop]
Soft light… deep groove…
shallow… shallow…
grave…
(still plays…)

Soft light, deep groove, shallow grave.

dark nu soul jazz fusion 

COLD VINYL HEART

(slow groove / jazzy syncopation / imperfect pocket – intentionally human)
(70–74 BPM, laid-back swing, dark Rhodes + upright bass, faint trumpet ad-libs)

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[Intro – bass + vocal hums]
Hmm… spin me slow…
turn the night once more…

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[Verse 1]
There’s a needle in my chest,
and it sings the same old song.
You can call it love or rest,
but the groove keeps draggin’ on.

I was melting under low light,
your reflection in the glass,
half asleep, half forgiven,
just a shadow made of brass.

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[Pre-Chorus]
And I swear I hear your voice
in the dust between the noise…

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[Chorus]
Cold vinyl heart —
scratched but still plays right.
Soft static start —
you fade into the night.
Every spin another lie,
every skip another sigh,
cold vinyl heart —
still hums when love has died.

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[Verse 2]
I heard your footsteps in the reverb,
your perfume in the tone,
the room is drunk with echoes,
but the silence sounds like home.

You left your laughter in the channel,
your breath inside the groove,
now the warmth became mechanical —
but I still can’t move.

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[Bridge – dissonant jazz chord shift / spoken & falsetto overlay]
Out of tune — still true,
broken rhythm, but it’s you.
Needle shakes — heaven bends,
songs don’t die, they just pretend.

(falsetto layers hum: “oooh–ah–ah–ohhh”)

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[Final Chorus – slower, breathier]
Cold vinyl heart —
you don’t bleed, you just repeat.
Cold vinyl heart —
still turning, incomplete.

Every groove remembers you,
every chord bleeds throug

cold-viny-heart.mp3

nu soul jazzy vibes
GHOST NOTES IN E MINOR

(tempo: 68–70 BPM – minimal, hypnotic groove)
(sound palette: distant Rhodes, upright bass, rain samples, train ambience, brush drums, soft noise floor hiss)

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[Intro – ambient]
(rain, train horn fading in the distance)
A single note…
floats through the dark…
and lands on my skin.

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[Verse 1]
Bare walls, the clock don’t move,
the vinyl hums, a ghost in tune.
Breath fogs the glass,
outside the tracks sing low —
a train rolls by like memory slow.

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[Bridge – spoken, almost whispered]
Every night repeats itself,
same groove, same rain,
the ghosts know my chords,
but forget my name.

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[Verse 2]
E minor hum —
the only thing still true,
the air between the notes
is filled with you.

Hands on my lap,
not prayin’, just still,
the music fades,
but I hear it still.

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[Chorus – falsetto echo, distant, layered]
Ghost notes… ghost love…
you hum, I breathe above.
Rain speaks our refrain,
then disappears again.

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[Instrumental break – improvisation suggestion]
Rhodes solo → brushed cymbals, upright bass fills, faint reversed trumpet, faint train horn sample again fading out.

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[Outro – whisper / tape delay loop]
They say silence has no key…
but mine is E minor.
(rain fades out… needle lifts…)

ghost notes in e minor.

THE VELVET ERROR

(tempo: 84 BPM – slow groove, sensual swing, Rhodes + analog synth bass + brushed drums + electric guitar with tape delay)
(feeling: nocturnal, sensual, regretful but alive)

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[Intro – dim light, vinyl hiss]
(glass clink, faint laughter behind door)
Midnight breath…
the room still smells like jazz and perfume.
Soft light through half-closed blinds.

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[Verse 1]
Lipstick stains on a wine-glass edge,
dress on the floor, half in the wedge,
I called your name through cigarette haze,
but the phone just swayed in the daze.

Your shadow danced on the ceiling slow,
like a prayer that didn’t know,
if heaven’s close or just pretend —
we sinned so sweet we’d do it again.

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[Chorus]
Velvet error, soft to the touch,
wrong so right, we wanted too much.
You left your truth on my white shirt sleeve,
I wore your lie, and still believed.

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[Verse 2]
The mirror still whispers your tone,
in lipstick words I can’t condone,
sheets smell like jazz and sin,
you’re gone but the night breathes in.

The phone hangs down — a dying hum,
champagne warm, the record spun,
the light flicks once, and fades to blue —
I made that mistake for you.

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[Bridge – falsetto layering, sensual dissonance]
Oh… oh, velvet error,
sweet terror,
let the groove confess our blame.
In the pulse we find our shame.

(falsetto ad-libs: “mm-mm… yeah-yeah…”)

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[Final Chorus]
Velvet error, we danced too near,
heaven’s silent, hell can hear.
Blood or wine — can’t tell apart,
love’s just art…
in a velvet heart.

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[Outro – instrumental]
Rhodes solo → reversed guitar swells → analog bass fade → faint door closing, sound of heels on tiles, distant rain again.

the velvet error.

CIGARETTES & PSALMS

(tempo: 78 BPM – slow broken groove / dark jazz / soul minimalism)
(sound: dusty Rhodes, upright bass, analog pads, lo-fi brushed kit, faint vocal reverb bleeding through walls)

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[Intro – ambient scene]
(door creaks, distant laughter from neighbor’s TV)
Shadows stretch across the floor,
rainlight seeps beneath the door.
Someone’s steps — too slow for fear,
too late for faith, too close to hear.

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[Verse 1]
Ash on my hand, prayer on my lip,
truth tastes like whiskey, slow to drip.
The mirror forgives what the heart recalls,
I breathe out smoke, I breathe in psalms.

Candle’s dead, the flame still tries,
flickers once, then testifies.
There’s gospel in the neon hum,
for every sin, a different drum.

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[Chorus]
Cigarettes & psalms,
for lovers, ghosts, and wrongs.
We burn what we can’t save,
we sing what we forgave.

Cigarettes & psalms —
ashes fall, the rhythm calms.
Between heaven’s sigh and devil’s hand,
I still don’t understand.

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[Verse 2]
The neighbor laughs through paper walls,
her joy’s too loud, my faith too small.
The bed remembers, the room confides,
what stays in sheets, in truth, abides.

I whisper names I shouldn’t keep,
but grace was never meant for sleep.
Some prayers are meant to burn, not fade,
and love’s the altar we betrayed.

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[Bridge – falsetto / layered harmonies]
Oh, I’m half forgiven,
half alive,
half a prayer that just survives.
Every breath a second chance,
every tear a slow romance.

(improvised falsetto ad-libs: “ahh-ahh / mmm-yeah / hallelujah low…”)

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[Final Chorus]
Cigarettes & psalms —
holy smoke and trembling hands.
Forgive the groove, forgive the flame,
I lost my faith, but not your name.

Cigarettes & psalms —
you hum, I breathe, it calms.
Between the sin and morning’s rise,
salvation wears no disguise.

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[Outro – ambient decay]
(sound of match lighting, slow exhale, neighbor’s laughter fades)
The rain returns…
the smoke stays.
polyphony, bassline, rif, screamo, funk, ambient, melodic techno,, funk, abstract hip hop, deep funk, alternative pop rock, dembow dominicano, nu soul

cigarettes & psalms.

LAST DRINK AT THE BLUE ROOM

(tempo: 72 BPM — slow lounge groove, soft drums, Rhodes + upright bass, muted trumpet, faint clinking glasses, tape hiss)
(mood: closing time, weary tenderness, acceptance)

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[Intro – ambience]
(glass clinks, quiet chatter fades, soft trumpet line drifts)
Blue light on the bar,
rain’s reflection on the jar,
I’m still here,
and so are you —
in every song I can’t undo.

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[Verse 1]
Bartender’s tired, the mirror’s dim,
old jazz plays — the vinyl’s thin.
Every stool remembers hands,
that prayed for love, or one-night plans.

Smoke curls like forgotten names,
fingers trace the counter’s veins.
I whisper to the glass instead,
“for all I lost, and all I bled.”

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[Chorus]
Last drink at the Blue Room,
where silence fills the tune.
We toast to ghosts and shades of grace,
to what we tried, but can’t erase.

Last drink at the Blue Room,
the night forgives too soon.
Between the hum and morning’s sigh,
I leave, but I don’t say goodbye.

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[Verse 2]
The jukebox hums its final plea,
an out-of-tune apology.
Your laugh still echoes through the door,
I raise my glass — once, no more.

The neon buzz becomes a hymn,
the world outside grows faint and thin.
I taste the past, it burns then fades,
like blues in seven minor shades.

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[Bridge – muted trumpet solo + whispered vocal layer]
Soft light, slow time,
I’m fine, I’m fine…
the groove don’t end, it just hides inside.

(falsetto echo: “mmm… blue room… stay…”)

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[Final Chorus – slower, fading]
Last drink at the Blue Room,
I’ll hum your name till noon.
If heaven ever plays this song,
it won’t sound right when I’m gone.

Last drink at the Blue Room,
forgiveness in perfume.
The lights go dim, the record bends —
and that’s how every story ends.

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[Outro – ambient fade]
(sound of rain on the window, chair scraping, faint trumpet, needle lift)
(silence… then faint echo of a closing door

last-drink-at-the-blue-room.mp3

bodies-don’t-forget-(-house-).

[Experimental Avant-Garde] [Microtonal Arabic-Electronic Fusion] [Binaural Spatial Audio] [Organic Polyrhythm 7/8 + 5/4] [Granular Synthesis] [Processed Medieval Hurdy-Gurdy meets Modular Synthesizer] [Quarter-tone Scale]

Emergence

بموت جوايا وببكي على حالي

:
“Halfway to 1 Million monthly plays — Thank You 💫”

“نصف الطريق نحو المليون — شكراً لكم 💫”

Halfway to a million monthly plays 🌙  
416K streams in the last 30 days — thank you all for listening, sharing, and keeping the fire alive.  
This journey started with sounds from a small room… now it connects listeners across the world.  
Let’s reach the million together 🖤  
— H-dMan Such (Slavomir)

نصف الطريق نحو المليون 🌙  
أكثر من ٤١٦ ألف استماع خلال آخر ٣٠ يوم — شكراً لكل من استمع وشارك وحافظ على وهج الموسيقى.  
بدأت الرحلة من غرفةٍ صغيرة… والآن تصل الأصوات إلى العالم.  
دعونا نصل إلى المليون معاً 🖤  
— H-dMan Such (سلافومير)


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