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🎧 English version of the song: 
https://soundcloud.com/nevercomeback-x/universe_of_fur_and_warmth

⭐️ ОСНОВНОЙ ЖАНР: Indie Folk / Bedroom Pop / Philosophical Ambient

📀 О ТРЕКЕ: Глубоко интимная философская медитация в форме доверительного разговора с чёрным котом. Трек превращает простой бытовой момент в метафизическое откровение — кот становится безмолвным учителем, проводником из мира человеческой тревоги в измерение принятия и "неведомой ясности". Тихая духовная исповедь о поиске гармонии и желании сбежать от "хронического минора" человеческого существования в "странный мир" из меха и тепла.

🎹 ЗВУК: Медленный меланхоличный грув 70 BPM с воздушной акустической гитарой, обволакивающей каждое слово. Мягкие pad-текстуры создают атмосферу камерной интимности, как будто разговор происходит поздней ночью в полутёмной комнате. Тонкий kick drum и глубокий бас едва слышны — они поддерживают, но не вторгаются. Мужской вокал записан максимально близко к микрофону (close-mic'd), каждое дыхание слышно, создавая эффект личного присутствия. Эфирные фоновые вокалы парят в обильном reverb и delay, словно эхо из того самого "иного мира". Звук нарочито спальный, домашний, несовершенный — и в этом его сила.

💛 ОСОБЕННОСТИ ТРЕКА:

- Философский диалог с котом как духовным учителем
- Интимная close-mic вокальная техника
- Медленный медитативный темп 70 BPM
- Атмосферная акустическая гитара с текстурой
- Воздушные pad-синтезаторы
- Эфирные фоновые вокалы в reverb-пространстве
- Минимальная ритм-секция (тонкий kick + бас)
- Bedroom pop эстетика несовершенства
- Метафизический образ "вселенной из меха"
- Культурная отсылка к Булгакову ("мессир")
- Архетип чёрного кота как мистического проводника
- Тема бегства от человеческой драмы
- Повторяющийся припев-мантра
- Много воздуха, пространства, тишины

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© Автор лирики: Вячеслав Тюменцев  
© Аранжировка: NEVERCOMEBACK

🎵 Для одиноких вечеров с питомцем. Для тех, кто ищет мудрость в простых вещах. Для моментов, когда тишина говорит громче слов. Для всех, кто хотел бы сбежать в мир, где нет "хронического минора"...

℗ & © NEVERCOMEBACK

🏷 ТЕГИ:

#indiefolk #bedroompop #melancholic #atmospheric #intimate #philosophicalmusic #acousticfolk #softvoice #closemicd #70bpm #ambientfolk #lofi #homemade #blackcat #spiritualjourney #meditation #contemplative #ethereal #reverb #delay #sadfolk #russianlanguage #petlove #existential #metaphysical #quietmusic

#nevercomeback #VyacheslavTyumentsev #sunoai #aimusic #russianpoetry #modernpoetry #spiritualpoetry

📝 ТЕКСТ:

⬜️ RUS ⬜️⬜️⬜️

🐈 [Intro]

🐈 [Verse 1]

Ну что ты скажешь мне, мой чёрный кот?
Ни разу я не видел, как ты плачешь! -
Ведь это тоже что-нибудь да значит...
Возможно, я смогу понять вот-вот...

Что ты имел в виду, мой чёрный кот,
Когда у ног доверчиво свернулся
Есть сто дорог, а ты ко мне вернулся
Не жалуясь, что полон мир невзгод...

🐈 [Chorus]

Ты - целый мир... из меха и тепла
С глазами… как янтарная смола...

🐈 [Verse 2]

Тебя ни в чём не надо убеждать...
В твоих глазах - неведомая ясность,
Когда в твой мир врывается опасность -
На дерево запрыгнешь - переждать...

Но лишь она минует, ты опять
Мурлыкаешь, как будто не бывало
Ты - мудрый кот, таких, пожалуй, мало
Умеешь… и любить… и удивлять...

🐈 [Chorus]

Пушистый мир из меха и тепла
С глазами… как янтарная смола...

🐈 [Verse 3]

Вы, говорят, с других миров сюда
Приходите... Понаблюдать за нами…
И широко открытыми глазами
Не ведая ни смеха, ни стыда,

Глядите на хронический минор,
Присущий испокон людскому роду...
Не жалуясь на скверную погоду,
Не осуждая, не вступая в спор.

🐈 [Chorus]

Вселенная из меха и тепла
С глазами… как янтарная смола...

🐈 [Final verse]

Мой чёрный кот... Ты сам себе мессир...
С тобой, мой друг… не хочется прощаться...
Когда настанет время… ах... возвращаться…
Возьми меня с собой... в свой странный мир...

🐈 [Outro]

Вселенная... из меха и тепла
С глазами… как янтарная смола...
С глазами… как янтарная смола...
С глазами как… янтарная смола...

🐈 [End]

🎵

🐈 Вселенная из меха и тепла

"Ya no pregunto" (Acoustic Folk Version) es la expresión más íntima del concepto "Rumbo Manifiesto". La canción se desnuda en una pieza de Folk Acústico en español de ritmo lento y tono melancólico. El track se centra en la entrega de un vocalista masculino (barítono resonante) apoyado por arpegios de guitarra acústica y las líneas lúgubres y atmosféricas del Cello. Es un lamento poético sobre la dirección interior, perfecto para playlists de Acoustic Spanish, Introspective Singer/Songwriter o ambientes de Estudio/Focus Vocal.

Ya no pregunto

Ya no pregunto (Acoustic Folk Version)

“Where the Dragon Meets the Sea” is a folk storytelling song inspired by Vietnam’s ongoing struggles and hopes—set against the backdrop of maritime disputes, geopolitical balancing, and the brave voices advocating for basic human rights. This track blends history, heart, and the yearning for freedom, shining a light on the stories of activists, journalists, and everyday people navigating the challenges of modern Vietnam.
Let the lantern glow—this is a song for resilience, justice, and the spirit of a nation rising.

“Where the Dragon Meets the Sea”

[Verse 1]
As the sun dips low and the shadows grow long,
With a 12-string guitar, let’s strum our song,
Feel the wood beneath my hands, the rhythm flows free,
Jammin’ in a circle, just you and me.
Echoes of laughter, drifting through the trees,
A harmony of hearts, dancing in the breeze.
In the golden glow of a fading day,
We find our simplest joys, in this timeless play.

[Chorus]
Strumming on our 12-string, let the music rise,
With each note we play, we touch the skies,
Voices intertwine, in a sweet embrace,
This jam is our moment, our sacred space.
Oh, let the world fade, as we sing along,
In the heart of melody, we all belong.

[Verse 2]
Through the strife and the struggle, there’s a fire inside,
With chords that uplift, we take it in stride,
Crosby, Stills, and Nash echo through the night,
With every riff we play, we’ll make it alright.
The rhythm of our dreams, flows like a stream,
In this song of our lives, we’re chasing the dream.
With laughter and love, we’ll rise above,
In this acoustic jam, we’ve got all we need of.

[Chorus]
Strumming on our 12-string, let the music rise,
With each note we play, we touch the skies,
Voices intertwine, in a sweet embrace,
This jam is our moment, our sacred space.
Oh, let the world fade, as we sing along,
In the heart of melody, we all belong.

[Bridge]
So let’s break it down now, let the music flow,
With every strum together, we’ll let our hearts glow.
The heartbeat of the earth, beneath our feet,
This rhythm unites us, oh, isn’t it sweet?
In the waves of the sound, we’ll dance through the years,
With music as our language, we’ll banish the fears.
Through laughter and tears, we’ll share our light,
In this jam session, we’ll take flight.

[Chorus]
Strumming on our 12-string, let the music rise,
With each note we play, we touch the skies,
Voices intertwine, in a sweet embrace,
This jam is our moment, our sacred space.
Oh, let the world fade, as we sing along,
In the heart of melody, we all belong.

[Outro]
As the stars come out and the night draws near,
Our song lingers on, crystal clear,
In this moment together, we’ll always stay,
With a 12-string guitar, we’ll find our way.
In the echoes of friendship and the love we share,
This acoustic jam, forever in the air.
Through each chord and each verse, a bond we create,
In harmony, we’re timeless, it’s never too late.

Strings of Harmony

Sharing a raw, early version of something new I’m working on.

"Hold My Own" is a late-night reflection on the silence that grows between people, the feeling of being physically near someone while emotionally miles apart. It’s about the cruelty of silence and trying to find your footing when the days start to blur.

Still finding the final shape for this one, but wanted to share the idea in its stripped-back form.

Thank you for listening.

'Cause I've been here for, 
been here for so long 
And I wonder how to hold my own 
And I hear you singing into the night 
Watch as the moon rises high 
The sun won't know it's own daylight

I Never knew you could be so cruel
I never knew you could be so cruel 
Without saying a word to me 
Without saying a word to me


Hold My Own

Before Your Name is a slow, lyric-driven folk / alt-country ballad about late-diagnosed autism - finally finding a name for why you always felt like “a shadow in a crowded room.”

It’s built around close acoustic guitar and an intimate baritone vocal, more confessional poem than radio single: years of feeling half-present, the ache of every night “halfway through,” then the slow work of learning to sit with what’s true and let each night run fully through.

[LYRICS]

I was a shadow in a crowded room
A face among my closest few
Before your name, I never knew
Why every night felt halfway through

If only dawn would heed my calling
As I beg the sun to sleep
So every thought, awake or dreaming
Is left to brew, then slowly steep

Oh, sweet unhurried heart of mine
Do learn the dark and choose to shine

So go on now… just choose to shine

I am no shadow in a crowded room
Not just a face among a few
I learned to sit with what was true
And let each night run fully through

Oh, sweet unhurried heart of mine
Oh, sweet unhurried heart of mine

Before Your Name ❤️ For The Ones Unseen, Autistic Hearts

Hello there, my name is Tim Ryan. Founder and songwriter here at Songwriters Notebook. We are a collaboration of talented session musicians, Vocalists, And writers creating music and bringing your ideas to the next level.  If you are interested in releasing your song ideas through Songwriter's Notebook, feel free to contact us directly via email here: asongwritersnotebook@gmail.com Thank you for listening, and let's be creative together!

🟧 Все песни на канале - авторские, на стихи Вячеслава Тюменцева 🌈Палитра музыкальных настроений от нежной акустики и романса до вдохновенного альт-рока и мерцания EDM 🤖 Музыка создана с участием Suno AI Pro 

🟪 All songs on the channel are original, with lyrics by Vyacheslav Tyumentsev. 🌈A palette of musical moods from gentle acoustics and romance to inspired alt-rock and shimmering EDM. 🤖 Music created with Suno AI Pro.

🟧 Романтик и поэт в вечном поиске себя 😍 Саморефлексивная поэзия 👀 Все тексты автора 📝 Все истории подлинные ✅ Всё вдохновение свыше 🙏 

🟪 A romantic and poet in constant search of himself. 😍 Self-reflective poetry. 👀 All lyrics by the author. 📝 All stories are true. ✅ All inspiration comes from above. 🙏

🟧 RUS / ENG версии - для тех, кто слышит между строк 🎹 Искренние тексты, реальные истории и песни, которые задевают за живое 📆 Несколько новых треков — каждую неделю ❤️👍 Подписывайтесь — пусть в вашей ленте будет больше света и музыки. ✨🎶

🟪 RUS / ENG versions - for those who hear between the lines. 🎹 Sincere lyrics, real stories, and songs that touch a soul. 📆 Several new tracks every week. ❤️👍 Subscribe - let your feed be filled with more light and music. ✨🎶

I’ve always lived at the crossroads of music and poetry — where feeling becomes form, and melody turns memory into meaning. Whether it’s a lingering jazz note, a well-placed rhyme, or a shift in tempo that tells a deeper story, I’m drawn to that quiet magic where art reflects life with a little more style.

My roots are in classic music — the kind that doesn’t chase the moment but lingers with you long after the last note. Over time, that love expanded into poetry writing and jazz — especially the kind that swings, speaks, and smirks all at once. Jazz, to me, isn’t just a genre; it’s a personality. A conversation. A little tilt of the head and a grin that knows more than it says.

When I set out to create an album, it’s rarely just a collection of songs. I approach it like a personal playlist — one that drifts and flows as if the entire tracklist were one long, uninterrupted piece. Each track leans into the next, shifting mood, pace, or voice, but always carrying the same thread of feeling. I want you to listen the way I do — not as a shuffle of moments, but as a cinematic arc. One breath that lasts an hour.

Lyrically, my work is rooted in lived experience. Sometimes it’s obvious. Other times it’s just the skeleton of a memory, dressed up in wit, irony, or longing. I draw from real-life events, then let the poet in me twist, stretch, or sweeten them to taste. Depending on the tone of the album — playful, romantic, nostalgic, or something in between — I try to keep the emotional truth intact while giving it a fresh coat of creativity. A little humor where it fits. A deeper dive where it hurts.

My newest jazz album continues this tradition — short-lined swing tracks, conversational duets, and tongue-in-cheek storytelling. It’s an homage to late-night alleyway ballads, rooftop serenades, and train station goodbyes — all bound together with a sense of charm and cohesion. Each song is its own little scene, but together they tell a story — one you can revisit with each replay.

Thanks for stopping by my profile. I hope you find something that earns a spot on your repeat-play list — a melody, a lyric, or a moment that feels like it was written just for you.

#martinphillips es un productor, narrador de atmósferas y arquitecto de universos sonoros que habita entre la herida y la revelación. Su trabajo construye música que respira como un organismo vivo: una combinación de electrónica emocional, poesía fragmentada y un sentido muy personal de la espiritualidad.
Como creador multidisciplinar, su obra integra voz sintetizada (a través de herramientas como SUNO), diseño sonoro y exploración autobiográfica. Ha dado alma a proyectos que recorren desde el cante jondo electrónico y el ambient techno hasta la nostalgia futurista, dirigiendo voces y personajes como quien guía luces en un escenario para encontrar la verdad emocional más allá del intérprete.
Con un extenso archivo que explora la intersección entre síntesis, ritmo y texto, #martinphillips desarrolla un corpus vital dividido en capítulos: música, videoclips conceptuales y proyectos terapéuticos. Es, en esencia, un alquimista que convierte la vida en material creativo y la sinceridad en un estilo propio que no pide permiso

Howdy! I’m Alexander Rivers, a songwriter, guitarist, and student of voice. These are raw, one-take sketches recorded on my phone whenever I pick up a guitar. I’m finding my sound, stretching into something new, just truth in the moment. I'm working on a more polished version of these songs (and others) to put in an album one day.

Some of these songs reflect hard things, grief, loss, mental health. If you’re already carrying something heavy, and these songs speak to it, please know you’re not alone. Music is how I process pain, maybe it helps you too.

If you’re struggling, please reach out:
📞 US: 988 or 1-800-273-8255 (Suicide & Crisis Lifeline)
💬 Chat: 988lifeline.org/chat
🌍 Global support: 988lifeline.org/help-yourself


I’m also a proud supporter of To Write Love on Her Arms (https://twloha.com), a movement dedicated to hope and help for anyone struggling.


Thanks for listening. Truly.

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