Currently experiencing the thickest fog I've ever witnessed. Visibility has to be less than a quarter mile. I decided to take a walk through the ethereal, bleak landscape while listening to Underpass and The Silence Between Our Houses. One of the most magical moments of my life. It was strange to look down the street and see... nothing. Just a blurry gray, where verdant trees and brightly colored houses once stood. I looked towards the mountain east of town and saw... nothing. Down my college campus... nothing. Bright street lights provided the only illumination, surrounded by a thick layer of blurry white. It felt like I was the only person left on Earth, like everyone else had disappeared, much like the houses at the end of the street, blurred and hidden from sight by the endless fog. I will remember this moment for years.
What a loss, to note this artist's passing. Wonderful peaceful music to the quiet MAX. Cesar will continue to please, delight, inspire and calm all of us for many years to come. A thanks to the MAX to Cyro Chamber. Time to buy some CDs of this and others...sooon!!
Aaaah....Mount Shrine is so chill as always - Gently holds the attention,or drifts you off - which ever your in the mood for - A magical distinctive quality
Absolutely incredible Mount Shine. First song I am hearing from you and it is amazing. Now I am listening to empty slopes. Thank you for blessing my ears and soul 💙.
So one day I decided to listen this song again while reading Liberty City Stories lore and I've realized the whole plot of LCS was really dark. On the surface we got a cartoony and sarcastic portrayal of the ever decaying New York City's socio cultural issue parodied as Liberty City. Yet later in the game we're introduced to character like Donald Love which to me brings the game further to the grimy aspect of being in criminal underworld (or maybe an empire?). Love was a cannibal psychopath who masquerades as wealthy conglomerate, his ambition was never about the money nor power. It was about violence. Donald Love asked us how far do we want this to go, we're enjoying killing pedestrian and cops just for the sake of accomplish something so why not drive further south? Yet the game warned us this isn't the right path with their low poly semi censored gory scenes, this isn't who you're in real life you're a contributing member of the society and shall not do bad deeds. Or do we? Some of us has sins bigger than what Donald Love did and some of us may not. But whatever the path you choose in life, you better committed to it because that's what you've asked before.
It was on that note that like others I'm sure, had faded. Sights of glowing amber kissed by gold stretched across the dark sheet of the sky looking over the ice giants remains, to where my feet stood. Yes, I often gone to this place as a young man to ponder or rather replay the images of my dreaded thoughts, letting them fester like an illness no one could diagnose with the aid of any doctor, no matter how well he played his instruments, no. As any other evening in this place it was beautifully depressing, intensely enough however, this had become obviously apparent that it was different. A leak from the pipeline of myself poured from my dreams, now washing over the land, but oh my did it hurt, though if anything it was simply a searing pain, that was dreadfully an understatement, or a lie. I awoke to a birds song, though this was no dawn singer, a hoot for an owl, a groan for a man. I looked to see willows reaching out at me, but fingers had been made short by some cruel creator, or a sadist Pulling heavy ropes I mustered myself atop the framework of bones, brittle like driftwood, I began to walk back to the car, but quickly realized..I was sleeping. Like patting embers atop the anvil, rain batted at the glass where but inches away my head rested against only half a pillow, where the other side a soaked bed cried. The window had been opened or was attempted to be shut. Sitting up I took the mantle of the crows nest, the deck seemed clean, but the captain was alone in his chambers, left by some mysterious siren. I relived myself from my soggy prison to greet the old stone at the nakedness of my skin, the sensation of warmth to cold stone, such a lovely moment. Walking to the archway I reached for a gown of imitation, a fake silky material, but lavash when wrapped to the body, simply. Slowly a joy walk is made to where or habits are dignified, I turned the knob that would lead to my steamy disgust, but loved warmth. Crying had been silenced by another turn met with the sound of the veil being brushed aside. Wet and smooth, a smile from the foot to the frown of the mask I wear. The quest continued to the forge, today dark silk shall he weaved from fire and cinders of bean. Ticking, clocks arms dance, and brewing done, this is pleasure. Poured from bronze to stone, brought to lips of passion, to tongue of silver, to be met, with ash. Gently lowered to the table of delight I stand, lids had covered the light of the world, opened quickly, with anger..I threw the stone to shatter like mirrors in the carnival of gods...
(high atm)I was thinking how well this would go with a ultra modded Skyrim. Then I noticed the 80s, Bladerunner, Ghost in the shell and Japan Bubble Economy feeling and was wondering if we humans at one point get rid of our physical bodies(then all the genderstudies BS might make sence) and create/mod our own realities. So with this song: your vision comes back, it is bright, snowy but not extremely cold. You know what to do in this world...
I try to find my out of this damned fog. But there is no chance. Every turn I take, I wind back to where I started. Perhaps I should lie down, and become one with the fog. In time, I will lose my sense of self and become one with the vapours
Currently experiencing the thickest fog I've ever witnessed. Visibility has to be less than a quarter mile. I decided to take a walk through the ethereal, bleak landscape while listening to Underpass and The Silence Between Our Houses. One of the most magical moments of my life. It was strange to look down the street and see... nothing. Just a blurry gray, where verdant trees and brightly colored houses once stood. I looked towards the mountain east of town and saw... nothing. Down my college campus... nothing. Bright street lights provided the only illumination, surrounded by a thick layer of blurry white. It felt like I was the only person left on Earth, like everyone else had disappeared, much like the houses at the end of the street, blurred and hidden from sight by the endless fog. I will remember this moment for years.
i took a shid in the toilet
This deserves to be in a contemplative space film.
Thank you for your wonderful music Cesar, much love to you, wherever you are now
I think mount shrine might be one of my favorite artists on this channel. Love these quiet peaceful vibes, so dreamy
This was a beauty for sure
@@knowwe there are all gems wonderfull for lounge music
Beautiful - sad and hopeful all at the same time.
What a loss, to note this artist's passing. Wonderful peaceful music to the quiet MAX. Cesar will continue to please, delight, inspire and calm all of us for many years to come. A thanks to the MAX to Cyro Chamber. Time to buy some CDs of this and others...sooon!!
Aaaah....Mount Shrine is so chill as always - Gently holds the attention,or drifts you off - which ever your in the mood for - A magical distinctive quality
Absolutely incredible Mount Shine. First song I am hearing from you and it is amazing. Now I am listening to empty slopes. Thank you for blessing my ears and soul 💙.
Dark and otherworldly, but tranquil and relaxing.
Very elegant
Amazing track. Subtle atmospheric harmonies, awesome.
Delves right into my psyche and question my own emotions.
very nice soundscape
So one day I decided to listen this song again while reading Liberty City Stories lore and I've realized the whole plot of LCS was really dark.
On the surface we got a cartoony and sarcastic portrayal of the ever decaying New York City's socio cultural issue parodied as Liberty City. Yet later in the game we're introduced to character like Donald Love which to me brings the game further to the grimy aspect of being in criminal underworld (or maybe an empire?).
Love was a cannibal psychopath who masquerades as wealthy conglomerate, his ambition was never about the money nor power. It was about violence. Donald Love asked us how far do we want this to go, we're enjoying killing pedestrian and cops just for the sake of accomplish something so why not drive further south?
Yet the game warned us this isn't the right path with their low poly semi censored gory scenes, this isn't who you're in real life you're a contributing member of the society and shall not do bad deeds.
Or do we? Some of us has sins bigger than what Donald Love did and some of us may not. But whatever the path you choose in life, you better committed to it because that's what you've asked before.
Sounds like silent hill ost
I wanted to say the same but I see your comment
It was on that note that like others I'm sure, had faded. Sights of glowing amber kissed by gold stretched across the dark sheet of the sky looking over the ice giants remains, to where my feet stood. Yes, I often gone to this place as a young man to ponder or rather replay the images of my dreaded thoughts, letting them fester like an illness no one could diagnose with the aid of any doctor, no matter how well he played his instruments, no. As any other evening in this place it was beautifully depressing, intensely enough however, this had become obviously apparent that it was different. A leak from the pipeline of myself poured from my dreams, now washing over the land, but oh my did it hurt, though if anything it was simply a searing pain, that was dreadfully an understatement, or a lie. I awoke to a birds song, though this was no dawn singer, a hoot for an owl, a groan for a man. I looked to see willows reaching out at me, but fingers had been made short by some cruel creator, or a sadist Pulling heavy ropes I mustered myself atop the framework of bones, brittle like driftwood, I began to walk back to the car, but quickly realized..I was sleeping. Like patting embers atop the anvil, rain batted at the glass where but inches away my head rested against only half a pillow, where the other side a soaked bed cried. The window had been opened or was attempted to be shut. Sitting up I took the mantle of the crows nest, the deck seemed clean, but the captain was alone in his chambers, left by some mysterious siren. I relived myself from my soggy prison to greet the old stone at the nakedness of my skin, the sensation of warmth to cold stone, such a lovely moment. Walking to the archway I reached for a gown of imitation, a fake silky material, but lavash when wrapped to the body, simply. Slowly a joy walk is made to where or habits are dignified, I turned the knob that would lead to my steamy disgust, but loved warmth. Crying had been silenced by another turn met with the sound of the veil being brushed aside. Wet and smooth, a smile from the foot to the frown of the mask I wear. The quest continued to the forge, today dark silk shall he weaved from fire and cinders of bean. Ticking, clocks arms dance, and brewing done, this is pleasure. Poured from bronze to stone, brought to lips of passion, to tongue of silver, to be met, with ash. Gently lowered to the table of delight I stand, lids had covered the light of the world, opened quickly, with anger..I threw the stone to shatter like mirrors in the carnival of gods...
(high atm)I was thinking how well this would go with a ultra modded Skyrim. Then I noticed the 80s, Bladerunner, Ghost in the shell and Japan Bubble Economy feeling and was wondering if we humans at one point get rid of our physical bodies(then all the genderstudies BS might make sence) and create/mod our own realities. So with this song: your vision comes back, it is bright, snowy but not extremely cold. You know what to do in this world...
if the mist could sing
silent hill + zelda twilight
I try to find my out of this damned fog. But there is no chance. Every turn I take, I wind back to where I started. Perhaps I should lie down, and become one with the fog. In time, I will lose my sense of self and become one with the vapours
Who do I contact to use this music in my indie game???
E-mail us at cryochamber@hotmail.com
It reminds me Kenji Kawai :D
Glad I wasn't the only one who notice it. I heard Kenji Kawai works on Patlabor 2, this song has similar feel to Kawai's 'Unnatural City'
is the music copyright free?
no