Name: “octavo-día” by H-dMan Such
Duration: 3 min 14 s
Description: #deephouse #spanishhouse #jazzyhouse #latinhouse #mediterraneansound #soulfulhouse #ibizavibes #balearicgroove #smoothhouse #organicbeats

Of Daylight

M327:PianoHouse,vol.17_part 6

Empty Phrases (Sky Lounge Edit)”

[Verse 1 – spoken / half-sung, distant reverb]
You roll two lines off your tongue…
meaningless words… rehearsed and numb.
No deeper truth… just static noise,
a hollow act, a clever ploy.

You find your place in this cruel land,
bow your head… betray your stand.
You take what’s left, or you get none…
forgotten dreams, undone.

⸻

[Pre-Chorus – whispered groove]
Still you rise… still you smile,
empty phrases bought you miles.
You walk through doors once closed,
silence knows… silence knows.

⸻

[Chorus – floating falsetto / echo]
Alone…
haven’t felt love in years.
Alone…
no one to wipe your tears.
That feeling…
yeah, that feeling… you miss.

⸻

[Verse 2 – pulsing bass, spoken-word tone]
Reshape your mind, redesign…
trade your faith for something fine.
Turned your gold into mud,
your kingdom fades to dust.

What once was free… now comes at cost,
the old lie burns, the truth got lost.
Blind through love, blind through pain,
blind inside your name.

⸻

[Chorus – hypnotic repetition / layered vocoder]
Alone…
you haven’t felt love in years.
Alone…
through the noise, no one hears.
That ache…
yeah, that ache… is real.

⸻

[Bridge – airy, dreamlike / spoken echoes overlapping]
All that I am… I gave away.
The mirror cracked… but still I stay.
A wave of love… pulled me out.
She changed me—no doubt.

⸻

[Final Chorus – smooth lift, warm pads + subtle groove]
You changed yourself, the world turned new,
a wave of love, it carried you.
Out of the cage, the golden haze,
away from guilt, away from blame.

⸻

[Outro – minimal fade / whispered loop]
Yeah… that’s the feeling…
that’s the feeling…
you were missing.
Yeah…

empty phrases (house).

#nusoul #neosoul #jazzsoul #soulvibes #modernsoul #smoothgroove #alternativesoul #soulfulsound #organicvibes #warmtone

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Tempo: 88 BPM]  [ male voice, male singer ]
[Key: F minor]  
[Intro – soft lofi drums, Rhodes chords, distant vinyl crackle, bass groove slowly fades in]

🎙️ [spoken-rap / half-sung tone – relaxed, introspective delivery]

Sitting by the  dirty window,  dusty morning street, 
watching cities slide like dreams.  
Every street’s a heartbeat,  like a stroke of heart
every stop another thought I leave behind.  

🎙️ [vocal – smooth, half-melodic phrasing]

Coffee’s cold,  
but my mind’s still working on memories with you
Yesterday’s light still stuck  
on my sleeve., 
I don't mind, you had to leave...

🎙️ [spoken – deeper voice, slight rhythmic flow]

People run,  
but I stay still.  
Some rush to catch the world,  
I’m just trying to feel ..
the scent, the smell, pain and pleasure
you'r the one
who started this game.

🎙️ [chorus – sung falsetto, soft harmonies behind]

Window seat —  
my private film., monochrome, black and white
Sky’s the script, which someone's stolen
and I’m just breathing in the lines, which do not exists...

🎙️ [short instrumental break – mellow guitar riff, brushed snare pattern]

🎙️ [spoken – rhythmic phrasing like Chance or Saba]

Somewhere between  
hope and habit,  
I find my rhythm.  
Between chaos and calm,  
I find me.  

🎙️ [outro – quiet, intimate delivery]

Bus keeps rolling,  
heart keeps timing.  
I’m not lost —  
I’m arriving.  

[Outro – fading Rhodes and vinyl hiss, faint sound of rain on glass]

window seat (soul tape. 3)

Burned out, lying on the bed,  
the world outside feels like your enemy.  
Tomorrow morning circles above you,  
and you think now — you are dying.  

Grey scale of colours on the bookshelves,  
in one row with all the poetry.  
Sagan’s novels pulled you out of the deep again —  
the last first rescue... but how long will it last?  
You really don’t care.  

What’s the meaning of all this education,  
if the only thing that matters is your destiny?  
Temples are empty, God’s hands are trembling,  
a homeless brother asking for his daily fee.  

Finally you leave one of a million flats,  
joining the flow of workers on the streets.  
Factories — beasts with a gaping maw —  
ready to swallow and chew small bites of dreams.  

It’s 6 a.m., but you don’t care,  
dressed in black, with mirrored glasses.  
“Where is your turning point?” you ask  
those empty faces on the streets.  
The answer fades beneath the whisper of pigeons’ wings...  

What’s the meaning of all this education,  
if the only thing that matters is your destiny?  
Temples are empty, God’s hands are trembling,  
a homeless brother asking for his daily fee.  

Another day, another night.  
One of the long line of carriages in your train —  
first class or sleepers —  
just passing by.  

And you stay.

Grey Scale Morning

Intro instrumental – 
guitarras etéreas, 
bajo envolvente]

Verso 1
Pies sobre la mesa,

manos detrás del cuello,

el tiempo ya no me pesa,

respiro mi mundo bello.

Verso 2
No me preguntes la hora,

ni siquiera la quiero saber.

El reloj se ha rendido,

y yo dejo de correr.

Este momento… 

lo quiero retener.

Estribillo

Tengo todo el tiempo del mundo,

el reloj no tiene rumbo.

Y lo confieso:

me siento bien profundo.


[Puente – coros suaves, solos de guitarra en delay, ecos y susurros]

Verso 3
“No me toques los círculos”

dijo un sabio hace siglos.

Esa frase aún me guía,

aunque vengan mil delirios.

Estribillo final
Cualquiera puede intentarlo,

poner los pies y dejarlo.

Pero mis párpados caen ya,

y si no digo nada más…

es que me voy a soñar.

[Outro – solo largo, ]

No me preguntes la hora,

ni siquiera la quiero saber.

El reloj se ha rendido,

y yo dejo de correr.

Este momento… 

lo quiero retener.

Estribillo

Tengo todo el tiempo del mundo,

el reloj no tiene rumbo.

Y lo confieso:

me siento bien profundo.


[Puente – coros suaves, solos de guitarra en delay, ecos y susurros]

Verso 3
“No me toques los círculos”

dijo un sabio hace siglos.

Esa frase aún me guía,

aunque vengan mil delirios.

Cualquiera puede intentarlo,

2. pausa-del-tiempo-(house)

pulse city ( indie take you high )

Verse 1]
Not in the thunder, not in the flame,
not in the echoes calling my name.
But in the stillness after the storm,

[ bridge]
I find a place where hearts stay warm.

[Verse 2]
No need for answers, no need to speak,
the soul remembers what words can’t reach.
A breath, a pause, a light unseen —
[ bridge]
and in that hush, I start to dream.

[Chorus]
🕯️ In the quiet, You are near,
soft as wind that I can hear.
Not far above, not deep below,
just in the space where silence grows.
Yes, in the quiet — peace flows.

[Instrumental interlude]
(piano loop, ambient reverb)

[Verse 3]
I used to chase the louder voice,
to run with fear, to cry by choice.
But now I sit, and now I stay —
and feel the dawn in every day.

[Chorus – with harmony]
🕯️ In the quiet, You are near,
soft as wind that I can hear.
Not far above, not deep below,
just in the space where silence grows.
Yes, in the quiet — peace flows.

[Outro – whispered]
Peace… not as the world gives…
but as the soul knows.


[ instrumental outro, piano solo ]

in the quiet

[ instrumental intro ]


There is a town you shouldn't meet
when you lost your tears, of pleasure , 
tears off joy 

Galata tower is  watching you
from the point of your attitude
your meanless opinion
when you' r walking through the streets
of the  vhole world of Istanbul.

istanbul streets 
late night among the houses
people are passing you by
street cats
yellow lamps
on the way down, 
[ bridge ]
to the water.

Galata tower is  watching you
from the point of your attitude
your meanless opinion
when you' r walking through the streets
of the  vhole world of Istanbul.

[ instrumental intermezzo ]

streets full of people
emotions love and fears
taksim  square with pigeeons wings
makes you feel for a while
that you  win.

Galata tower is  watching you
from the point of your attitude
your meanless opinion
when you' r walking through the streets
[ bridge ]
of the  vhole world of Istanbul.

[ instrumental outro ]

istanbul-street-story ( tears of joy ).

#deephouse #spanishhouse #jazzyhouse #latinhouse #mediterraneansound #soulfulhouse #ibizavibes #balearicgroove #smoothhouse #organicbeats

“octavo-día”

entre-os-campos-de-papoulas]

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

“نصف الطريق نحو المليون — شكراً لكم 💫”

1M+ plays. 100% independent.  
DIY spirit. Global sound. 1M strong.  
A million hearts. One frequency.  
Thanks for 1,000,000 — next stop: infinity.
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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“octavo-día”

H-dMan Such

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