Hold Me Tonight (Duet Version)

Night Walk captures the quiet excitement of strolling with your lover on a summer night. A gentle, romantic city-pop tune filled with warmth and intimacy.
밤 산책은 여름밤, 연인과 집 주변을 함께 걷는 소소한 설렘을 담은 곡입니다. 차분한 멜로디 속에 은은한 로맨스를 느껴보세요.


밤 산책

“I Don’t Need to Know” is a slow, atmospheric bedroom beat wrapped in neon shadows and gentle intimacy. It’s the story of reaching out to someone who just needs to be held, no questions, no judgment, just warmth. Like a quiet embrace in a futuristic cityscape, the track blends chill, lo-fi R&B vibes with a cinematic, Blade Runner–inspired atmosphere. Smooth vocals whisper lines like “come here, I don’t need to know his name, just let me hold you,” capturing a love that transcends labels and lives in the moment. Both tender and futuristic, this is a song for late nights, rain on the window, and a connection that feels untouchable yet real.

I Don’t Need To Know

There’s a quiet truth hiding between arguments and reconciliations — the rhythm of relationships that break and mend, sometimes within the same day. “Obviously” drifts through that cycle with the warmth of nostalgia and the chill of déjà vu — where every fight feels like the end, and every morning somehow resets the world again.

Layered over dreamy synths and gentle basslines, the lyrics sketch the comedy and tragedy of domestic life: the cat litter that sparks a cold war, the Tesla dreams that fade by breakfast, the moods that rise and fall like ocean tides. It’s funny, yes — but behind the laughter lies something tender and real: the quiet endurance of love that keeps going, even when it shouldn’t have to.

This is music for those who’ve argued, apologized, and brewed tea in the same breath — who understand that peace in love isn’t permanent, but cyclical, fragile, and strangely beautiful.

🎧 Play it on a quiet evening. Let it wash over you like memory and irony sharing the same bed.

Lyrics:

You said the car was ancient,
And we need electric dreams.
You stormed out to the garden,
Cursing gasoline.
I spent the night on Google,
Reading Tesla magazines —
Next morning you said softly,
“Why are you talking about machines?”

’Cause yesterday you were fed up with me — obviously.
Throwing thunder like a queen of tragedy.
But now you’re smiling, drinking your tea,
Like nothing ever happened —
Well, maybe it’s me.
’Cause yesterday you were fed up with me, obviously.

You told me clean the cat’s throne,
I said, “Sure,” and then I dozed.
You found it, hissed like lightning —
I swear the litter froze.
You slammed the door dramatically,
Declared I’m lazy scum,
Today you hum Adele songs,
And call me “Sweetie-bum.”

But yesterday you were fed up with me — obviously.
You threatened to move in with your mom in Sicily.
But now you’re humming songs in C-major key,
Like peace has landed in our balcony.
Yeah, yesterday you were fed up with me, obviously.

I keep a list of topics banned,
Like “vacations” and “curtains” and “brand of jam.”
You’ll find a reason, out of thin air,
To start a war — and forget it’s there.
So I just nod, and sip my brew,
Waitin’ for the next déjà-vu.

You cried ‘bout kitchen color,
Said “Mint green makes me sick!”
Now the walls are painted lilac,
And you ask, “Who did this trick?”
I tried to fix what broke your mood,
But moods are clouds at sea —
Drifting fast, and laughing loud,
While I keep my sanity.

But yesterday you were fed up with me — obviously.
You nearly threw the wedding china at me.
But now you’re sweet as a summer breeze,
Kissin’ my cheek like an amnesty.
So I’ll enjoy it while it’s calm and free —
Till the next storm hits at three.
’Cause yesterday you were fed up with me — obviously.

Everything’s fine again? You’re not angry anymore?
Right… let’s wait for the next issue — should arrive soon.

Obviously

Cognix (Steve)—nephew of Hollywoods Little Ricky of I Love Lucy a professional musician and cousin to a former Atlanta Hawks cheerleader—is a combat veteran and prolific author of over 17 books, whose life story reads like a modern epic. He earned his stripes and served with distinction, Steve transitioned to civilian life with the same drive and precision.

By day, he writes code—designing custom software tools that blend efficiency with creativity. By night, he crafts immersive audio experiences under his artist name Cognix. His music draws on up to 30 layers of real custom samples, real world field recordings-from orca calls to distant storm rolls—woven together in chaotically rhythmic cadences that mirror nature’s own intelligence and teamwork. 

A proud father and devoted friend, Steve survived a near‑fatal encounter overseas that deepened his belief in art’s transformative power. When he isn’t serving others, sketching track designs, or working on his next book, you’ll find him in his apartment  sampling the world around him—blending forest rain, ocean swells, and urban hum into futuristic soundscapes.

Support Cognix and become part of the journey. Your contribution helps fuel independent creativity — from upgrading equipment to producing more powerful, meaningful music. Every bit of support isn’t just appreciated — it creates real impact. When you invest in an artist, you’re helping shape the future of sound, one track at a time. Thank you for being part of something lasting.

Cognix’s work stands at the intersection of heritage and innovation: carrying his family’s creative spark into every beat, every line of code, and every story he tells.

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