It is late, and somewhere not far away an old record is still turning. You are not in that room β you only catch it through a wall, soft and a little muffled, the way music sounds when someone else left it on.
nostalgic oldies, instrumental pieces with no vocals. Nothing loud, nothing sudden, no talking. Made to be left running all night.
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It is late, and somewhere not far away an old record is still turning. You are not in that room β you only catch it through a wall, soft and a little muffled, the way music sounds when someone else left it on.
nostalgic oldies, instrumental pieces with no vocals. Nothing loud, nothing sudden, no talking. Made to be left running all night.
A new night every day. Subscribe and stay a while.