Moby - Stay Down (Ambient)

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Күн бұрын

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@davidroberts1702 3 жыл бұрын

Sound from another time, and maybe from ALL TIME. It evokes a sound from my past, and maybe from the future. It calls up people and places I have known and miss terribly, and people and places I haven't met yet, and still miss terribly.

@ellevictory1339 Жыл бұрын

🙏🥹✨👍💪❤❤❤❤❤❤❤

@Antny.25 2 жыл бұрын

So beautiful, peaceful

@chillbobaggins4632 6 жыл бұрын

This is phenomenal. Truly.

@robertyoung5061 8 жыл бұрын

The genius of Moby and his ethereal, surreally beautiful music! Thanks for posting this aural magic!

@davidroberts1702 4 жыл бұрын

And thank you for your command of English ( English vocabulary and syntax). Rare on KZbin comments. (although the word "surreally" prompts a raised eyebrow lol :))

@christinalarmie1592 4 жыл бұрын

Meditative.

@ben-ladenbernanke5374 6 жыл бұрын

This feels like a long goodbye in a distant fog.

@ellevictory1339 Жыл бұрын

Or maybe a hello again 🙏💪👍✨🥹💃💃💃💃💖💖💖💖💖💖💞✌️😘😘😘😘💯❤❤❤❤❤❤❤✨

@alfonsovargas9019 5 жыл бұрын

This song belongs to another existence plane, music four soul.

@EmbervH 4 жыл бұрын

wow

@sillussoddus4946 9 жыл бұрын

like a holy tune

@ellevictory1339 Жыл бұрын

🙏💖💖💖💖💖💖💖

@weedsmoke2231 8 жыл бұрын

GOOOOOOOOODD SOUND!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

@mattkaneartist 5 жыл бұрын

It was early 2013 when this album wrapped itself deep inside me. Katelyn was still alive, far away in New Orleans living with her sister. We spoke on the phone often then. It was a ridiculous time. We were both heartbroken. She'd just divorced and moved away. I was more or less on my way to do the same. I remember how my cat would hop up on the table made of re-purposed barn wood and fight me for control of my laptop mouse. "Cat and Mouse," I laughed. Katelyn asked if I wanted to come visit and celebrate Mardi Gras there with her. She'd let her hair grow out wild and curly. She looked gorgeous and happy, smiling at the sunshine in the photo she texted. I wanted to go but I declined. I had so much work to do for this client, building out trivial features for their website and shifting the 'Add to Cart' button 2 pixels to the left-- then to the right again after they inevitably changed their mind. I hadn't taken a vacation in several years. I suggested that I come that Summer and spend a week or two instead of just a weekend. I clung so tightly to practicality when it came to spending money then; always trying to stretch every dollar an extra mile. A fool's way of thinking will always damn far more than just the fool. Within 5 months of Mardi Gras, Katelyn was gone. She took her life days before I was to arrive, to visit her that Summer. She left no note but I knew. It wasn't anything to do with me, but I should have come sooner. I should have thrown anything and everything to the wayside to go be with her at Mardi Gras when she asked. The client I prioritized over her, after I stopped working for them, took me off their Christmas Card list the same year. It's sickening how we choose insignificant nothings over the everythings that should and do matter; how we jump through hoops for the fools that could care less about us-- all while we fail the rare and precious loves that life gifts us. If nothing else, I've learned to value everyone breathing breath. I've learned to appreciate these shared places and times we create together. I want to wrap my arms around all these friends; tell them how much they're loved and how I see them. That they matter. That they count. That they're beautiful. That they are the vital connection I live life to find. That I love them now and always, no matter what path life leads us and whatever brand of love this is. None of it matters next to being together in the here and now of shared existence. Somewhere inside this song is a time machine that I enter. It transports my heart and mind to a place and time that held possibility which long ago died. A place and time that my heart and mind still beat for, but that my blood and flesh will never return to. I claw at the injustice that memories can be so present while possibility remains impossible. In this waking dream I've entered, I am at the bedroom window in my old rented Fremont house, admiring the moss growing over the roof tiles. The silver frost over the red moss twinkles in the glow of the afternoon sun, burning its way past the Northwest gray. Katelyn's voice is in my ear through a phone I long ago threw in a drawer. New Orleans or nevermore, she is so far away when my cowardice is at play. Yet my longing to overthrow my life to be with her remains. She was just a really good friend. Irreplaceable. The truth is I had my chance. I was only too scared to say it. And time ran out, though I tried so hard. I've learned that "too late" is the only promise that the dead keep to the living. I haven't been able to listen to this song in all this time. I haven't wanted to visit that place and time that swells so large. I haven't wanted to feel what I felt, to know it's still there; a bloodless zombie roaming my heart, begging me to admit I'm somehow at fault. But this song came into my shuffle and took me there again. I'm here, now, with you in this place and time. It's early 2013. Katelyn is still alive; far away but still in reach. Moby is playing on the laptop beside my cat swatting at the red laser glowing beneath my mouse. "Oh my love. We try so hard. Oh my love. Stay down. Stay down."

@marcocecconi6184 5 жыл бұрын

Quei momenti erano inestimabili e non ne avevamo idea....cari saluti from Italy

@davidroberts1702 4 жыл бұрын

There are two ways to look at Life: longevity, and quality. Always, always choose quality (Of course the definition of quality has to be clear, which is the hard part). The other point to try to accept is that we have no control, no control over anything, especially other people, and this means we don't somehow "cause" them to do something, positive or negative.

@Dan_O_ 2 жыл бұрын

Parting is such sweet sorrow, bravo to you Matt for writing and feeling your way through a profound shift in your life's clarity of meaning. I'm reminded all the time that the best laid plans have to shift in our increasingly fast changing world. All the while trying to not lose ourselves in the process of learning who we are.