ehm maybe because when you turn on the radio you usually want to and expect to listen to whats popular right now? like modern music? lmao you can listen to any music you want no1 makes you listen to the radio you know, i hate modern pop and rap myself but damn it does makes sense
Song of shadows Tears of sound Hidden within the wood Only its voice may show The music never lies The song is the only truth The spirit is longing Rain falls inside Not a sound Not a whisper The song ends The world is silent We sleep
"I've never had that happened before" are the words that came out my mouth after 10 minutes of emotions and crying that occurred halfway through. The power of the cello is clearly demonstrated here. Not just the cello, actually. The power of music, to touch our souls.
I am still fighting tears. A natural response as a man is to fight these feelings. But, I know that it is wisdom to not fight these feelings, especially when in the midst of such music. To deny our feelings while most likely the dead are looking down on us, is to insult them as well as all whom have cried and allowed themselves to feel instead of die inside..
I know someone's done this before, but I feel compelled to write a short story fitting this. The man stood near his window, peering coldly into the gray, gloomy skies. The soft tap of the rain dancing along the glass blurred his view, but he sought not what could be seen. "So many times," he spoke. "... maybe too many." The man collapsed to one knee, clutching his head. He was well in body, but a part of his spirit was crying in anguish. It was time for him to perform his duty to his country. He had seen it morph from the despotic monarchy it once was into the beautiful republic of France, serving the whole time. Such thoughts that he was doing the correct thing was no comfort to him as he stepped out of his office and into the courtyard. He cared not for the rain that mottled his silvery-blonde hair, nor what slaked off his black greatcoat. There was a crowd awaiting his arrival, and initally it was silent. Then one person shouted in praise, and another, and another, until the hundreds - perhaps thousands - of people were clamoring for the man. Such applause for a man of torn soul, unable to avoid the haunting memories of the people he had ended before. He strolled through a gap in the crowd, ignoring their cries as if his ears were muffled. He heard only heartbeats and the pattering of the rain as he approached a platform. Resting upon it were a guillotine, and in its clasp, a man accused. The criminal's face was one of panic, despair, and perhaps even anguish, despite not yet knowing the kiss of steel. As the man in the black coat took the stand, he whispered to himself, placing a burlap sack over the criminal's head to blot his vision. The pale-haired man halted and began to speak. "You, Marqe Ralies, have been found guilty of the crimes as follows..." The gentleman would receive a piece of parchment from one of the other figures there, supposedly the jailer, as he recited them. "Two counter of murder of the first degree, one count of thievery, one count of trespassing, and one count of attempted escape. For these crimes, the court has sentenced you... to death. May God have mercy upon your soul." With that, he rolled up the scroll of paper and turned to Ralies, who was still squirming like a worm upon a hook, shivering in terror. There was nothingness now. No applause. No pitter-patter of the rain upon his head. Nothing but the sound of a heartbeat. He pulled the lever, and the execution device sprang to life. The steel whisked away at Ralies' neck, ending him in an instant. There was no pain, no muffled scream, not even a pressure point as the criminal left this world, and with it, the heartbeat drumming in the executioner's ears. "May God have mercy upon your soul..." Solemnly, the executioner turned away and strolled through the crowd, vanishing amongst the once-again clamoring civilians as he faded once more. Many times had he been called to serve his country. Three thousand two hundred sixty-seven times had he been called. Three thousand two hundred sixty-six times too many. EDIT: If you can guess who the executioner is, you get a cookie.
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Listening to the music that eminated was pleasing to her soul.. reminding her of better days yet also aware they were gone. Never to be repeated again.. never would she even contemplate opening her heart for the risk of what had been done by the wickedness of others who had tried to control her .. never again would she allow such a thing to happen again.. they who had disrespected everything she had worked so hard to overcome.. then throw it back in her face.. never would she ever trust those women again who thrived on jealousy and didn't even know in truth what they were jealous about .. the question of what is love.. all she knew was that it wasn't what she had seen from they at all. She had nothing to be jealous about towards them at all. They exemplified everything she didn't want to be at all. They didn't understand her at all. She didn't need a man to be fullfilled. She certainly didn't women who were like they in her life. She was just as angered by some of the men.. that was true. They had bragged about being being a frenemy to her... That had been actually said. Not that she cared that's why she had told them to go fuck themselves. She was over their immaturity and need to control.. especially when they lacked self control in themselves. Words could bring life or death.. that was true and they had brought words of death to her ever wanting such vile creatures in her life again. They who wanted to have some kind of moral or spiritual upper hand and yet they lacked the ability and maturity within their own lives. She had warned of the dangers more than once yet they didn't care at all. The cello was comforting to the sounds but would they ever remove the scars .. no she did believe they would. There is betrayl.. then there is betrayl that is repeated over and over again. That was not repentant at all. It seemed to her much of the world lacked a maturity to assess their own lives.. to be self aware and responsible for their own actions. She did not believe in a romantic love at all and that was due to the things she had witnessed. The things she had been put through.. she did not like emotional entanglement at all. She didn't like the coldness that some had either. When she listened to what others were looking for.. she tried to show understanding but also said it wasn't what she was looking for herself. She was not normally cold hearted despite the reputation she seemed to have had. Why it was expected though she should give her heart so easily was not understood. Especially by those who claimed to have been Masters.. that made no sense at all. To say a person couldn't be excited to see someone made no sense either.. there was a middle ground between the two. No, she had not been respected at all. Yet expected to accept what everyone else wanted which made no sense for her to personally want what was not her desired reality. She was ashamed of many people that was very real. Being a Master was not just about dominating over another person. A man could be dominant and yet not controlling. He could make it known what was wanted without being abusive and still respecting her needs.. because he understood her. Yet very few did. Yet she often found her comfort in the seemingly bad man.. weird but true. They who knew how to invoke the right amount of danger without making her feel unsafe.. they who had not harmed her but helped her to accept herself.. noone had the right to tell her who she could love and who she couldn't... She had plenty of reserves of anger left yet.. the energy surging under the surface if unleashed at full capacity would not be wanted in reality if they wanted the human race to survive.
Very sad but happy too. My grandma is dying and this just brought back memories of her. The music made memories race through my head and I was lost in the music. Thanks for posting 💙
I cannot listen to this music without experiencing a powerful emotional response- tears come oh so easily. I met Adam in the Portland, Oregon airport where he sat among the travelers with his cello, and the sounds he made stopped me in my tracks. I had not heard his music before this, I have heard nothing else since I got home in New York and played the CDs I bought from him, over and over. Adam's creations have captured me totally and it will be some time before I can go on from here.
I used this amazing piece of music and added a Voice Over with Arabic poetry in my voice. This piece infiltrates core and bones. Very touching and peaceful.
I first heard your music 6 years ago when I was learning cello, I just want to say that the entire playlist you made on this is amazing and has me coming back even to this day. Your music made a huge impact on my life so much to that fact that I have remembered this song for 6 years and come back every time I need relaxation or peace or battle anything inside me. Thank you for creating this fantastic work of art.
about 5 years ago I fell in love with this song and used it as the intro to a short horror film I made. I had completely forgotten about it until listening to this album by pure chance, simply looking for dark cello music. hearing it again made me gasp. I now know the artist and I can fully appreciate this art for what it is, and it still speaks to me
Your music makes my soul cries it’s like it speaks to my inner soul , it touches me deeply, and makes me so emotional. 🕯️🖤 Everything about this masterpiece is beyond perfect. 🖤
nah it's the cries of a cello bro 👌 they aint even have souls homie 😆 but ya that shit goes hard 💯💯💯 i juss dont think we should be tellin mfers they got souls n shit 🤔🙋♂️ cause what if someone tell they kids or a kid read it and accidently break they guitar or some shit 🤔 now they all fucked up forever homie thinkin they killed their banjo or whatever but that shit do go hard tho😁😁😁
I met him at the airport (my schools choir groups were going on a tour) I believe the year before this was uploaded to youtube. Probably the best thing that could have happened because I absolutely love his music!
I met Adam at the Portland Airport... when I got off the plane I heard this hauntingly beautify chello music and sounded to rich to be over the airport speaker system just followed my ears to the source and of course had to buy a double set CD. Thank you for creating some amazing music and sharing it with us Adam... your almbum has a special place in my collection but I think I need to expand the "Adam Hurst" section. .
this music reaches everything that I am. Thank you Adam for the opportunity to see inside of me everything that makes me what I am...I wish everyone could experience this
This... Is Magnificent.... This... Is culture. This... Is the kind of musician that should be recognized for the beauty of the art that he emulates through his/this timeless masterpiece.
Met You at the Portland airport on the 31st of July. I had blue hair. been a fan for a while and you've really inspired me, I've gotten my mom into your music as well, and she and I are enamored. Thank you for your music.
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can i hire you to sit outside my house and play while I look out at the hills and contemplate things?
+Inebriated Genie LOOOOL
Inebriated Genie I CANT BREATHE
Inebriated Genie lmfao!!!
Jesus Christ
dab on em haters or whatever today's trend is
at this rate,i might just join you and contemplate the outright fucking decay of the internet
I just realized he was playing the piano with his foot. I have mad respect for you and this is a beautiful song
Organ😂
+RighteousAce whoops
Kylo Ren god damn it ren go fix your fucking lightsaber dude
Hahahah, you guys - good stuff. Jennifer, He's actually hitting pedals on an electronic board that play certain recorded loops or tracks.
Union Down yes that's what I was gonna say
This is one of those rare songs you want to listen to on a ten-hour-loop. This is truly beautiful music.
Right click the video and select Loop ;)
Goodness gracious! Why is this not the type of music that floods the radios?!
Because ut is not music for masses, it is music for chosen ones.
damn right, keep this music sacred
Cos they want us brainwashed with pop
I blame rap music. And that new fangled rock and or roll...
ehm maybe because when you turn on the radio you usually want to and expect to listen to whats popular right now? like modern music? lmao you can listen to any music you want no1 makes you listen to the radio you know, i hate modern pop and rap myself but damn it does makes sense
Not sure why, but I feel like this guy might be a genius.
This is one of the best pieces I've ever heard. It's so sad and romantic and deep
Where is the "Love" Button?
This is Perfect!
That's a nice hat.
Still watching in 2019.
godamnit,-this guy plays on my heartstrings.....
I believe he's actually playing using cello strings. But what do I know? I'm no musician.
Song of shadows
Tears of sound
Hidden within the wood
Only its voice may show
The music never lies
The song is the only truth
The spirit is longing
Rain falls inside
Not a sound
Not a whisper
The song ends
The world is silent
We sleep
Beautiful poetry. Very moving.
not really
😍
Dude if you dont have a grammy you deserve one for real
Verdade mesmo! Muito bom.
Sadly, Grammy winners are chosen based off of popularity and money rather than talent.
@@SkinwalkerTX Whatever helps push the agenda wins haha
"I've never had that happened before" are the words that came out my mouth after 10 minutes of emotions and crying that occurred halfway through. The power of the cello is clearly demonstrated here. Not just the cello, actually. The power of music, to touch our souls.
I am still fighting tears. A natural response as a man is to fight these feelings. But, I know that it is wisdom to not fight these feelings, especially when in the midst of such music. To deny our feelings while most likely the dead are looking down on us, is to insult them as well as all whom have cried and allowed themselves to feel instead of die inside..
Simply amazing!! What size cello is that? Looks full size but not sure
Wow! Two great composers in the same site! Love your music! I spend hours listening and writing every day :)
I love you too Peter LOL! You both dark
هذا أنت
I know someone's done this before, but I feel compelled to write a short story fitting this.
The man stood near his window, peering coldly into the gray, gloomy skies. The soft tap of the rain dancing along the glass blurred his view, but he sought not what could be seen. "So many times," he spoke. "... maybe too many." The man collapsed to one knee, clutching his head. He was well in body, but a part of his spirit was crying in anguish. It was time for him to perform his duty to his country. He had seen it morph from the despotic monarchy it once was into the beautiful republic of France, serving the whole time. Such thoughts that he was doing the correct thing was no comfort to him as he stepped out of his office and into the courtyard. He cared not for the rain that mottled his silvery-blonde hair, nor what slaked off his black greatcoat. There was a crowd awaiting his arrival, and initally it was silent. Then one person shouted in praise, and another, and another, until the hundreds - perhaps thousands - of people were clamoring for the man. Such applause for a man of torn soul, unable to avoid the haunting memories of the people he had ended before. He strolled through a gap in the crowd, ignoring their cries as if his ears were muffled. He heard only heartbeats and the pattering of the rain as he approached a platform. Resting upon it were a guillotine, and in its clasp, a man accused. The criminal's face was one of panic, despair, and perhaps even anguish, despite not yet knowing the kiss of steel. As the man in the black coat took the stand, he whispered to himself, placing a burlap sack over the criminal's head to blot his vision. The pale-haired man halted and began to speak.
"You, Marqe Ralies, have been found guilty of the crimes as follows..." The gentleman would receive a piece of parchment from one of the other figures there, supposedly the jailer, as he recited them. "Two counter of murder of the first degree, one count of thievery, one count of trespassing, and one count of attempted escape. For these crimes, the court has sentenced you... to death. May God have mercy upon your soul." With that, he rolled up the scroll of paper and turned to Ralies, who was still squirming like a worm upon a hook, shivering in terror. There was nothingness now. No applause. No pitter-patter of the rain upon his head. Nothing but the sound of a heartbeat. He pulled the lever, and the execution device sprang to life. The steel whisked away at Ralies' neck, ending him in an instant. There was no pain, no muffled scream, not even a pressure point as the criminal left this world, and with it, the heartbeat drumming in the executioner's ears. "May God have mercy upon your soul..." Solemnly, the executioner turned away and strolled through the crowd, vanishing amongst the once-again clamoring civilians as he faded once more. Many times had he been called to serve his country. Three thousand two hundred sixty-seven times had he been called.
Three thousand two hundred sixty-six times too many.
EDIT: If you can guess who the executioner is, you get a cookie.
I love music like this, there's something about the mournful sounds, it's beautiful.
What A Talented & Gifted Man. Breathtakingly Beautiful.
It has been so long since I have heard someone who truly breathes and moves through their exquisite music! I love it!
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I second this notion
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Such a softly whispering tune this cello sings.
Absolutely wonderful.
The most hauntingly beautiful music I have heard in a solid decade. Thank you and much love.
Listening to the music that eminated was pleasing to her soul.. reminding her of better days yet also aware they were gone. Never to be repeated again.. never would she even contemplate opening her heart for the risk of what had been done by the wickedness of others who had tried to control her .. never again would she allow such a thing to happen again.. they who had disrespected everything she had worked so hard to overcome.. then throw it back in her face.. never would she ever trust those women again who thrived on jealousy and didn't even know in truth what they were jealous about .. the question of what is love.. all she knew was that it wasn't what she had seen from they at all. She had nothing to be jealous about towards them at all. They exemplified everything she didn't want to be at all. They didn't understand her at all. She didn't need a man to be fullfilled. She certainly didn't women who were like they in her life. She was just as angered by some of the men.. that was true. They had bragged about being being a frenemy to her... That had been actually said. Not that she cared that's why she had told them to go fuck themselves. She was over their immaturity and need to control.. especially when they lacked self control in themselves. Words could bring life or death.. that was true and they had brought words of death to her ever wanting such vile creatures in her life again.
They who wanted to have some kind of moral or spiritual upper hand and yet they lacked the ability and maturity within their own lives. She had warned of the dangers more than once yet they didn't care at all. The cello was comforting to the sounds but would they ever remove the scars .. no she did believe they would. There is betrayl.. then there is betrayl that is repeated over and over again. That was not repentant at all. It seemed to her much of the world lacked a maturity to assess their own lives.. to be self aware and responsible for their own actions. She did not believe in a romantic love at all and that was due to the things she had witnessed.
The things she had been put through.. she did not like emotional entanglement at all.
She didn't like the coldness that some had either. When she listened to what others were looking for.. she tried to show understanding but also said it wasn't what she was looking for herself.
She was not normally cold hearted despite the reputation she seemed to have had.
Why it was expected though she should give her heart so easily was not understood.
Especially by those who claimed to have been Masters.. that made no sense at all.
To say a person couldn't be excited to see someone made no sense either.. there was a middle ground between the two. No, she had not been respected at all. Yet expected to accept what everyone else wanted which made no sense for her to personally want what was not her desired reality. She was ashamed of many people that was very real. Being a Master was not just about dominating over another person. A man could be dominant and yet not controlling. He could make it known what was wanted without being abusive and still respecting her needs.. because he understood her. Yet very few did.
Yet she often found her comfort in the seemingly bad man.. weird but true. They who knew how to invoke the right amount of danger without making her feel unsafe.. they who had not harmed her but helped her to accept herself.. noone had the right to tell her who she could love and who she couldn't...
She had plenty of reserves of anger left yet.. the energy surging under the surface if unleashed at full capacity would not be wanted in reality if they wanted the human race to survive.
no
Very sad but happy too. My grandma is dying and this just brought back memories of her. The music made memories race through my head and I was lost in the music. Thanks for posting 💙
This is what music is by definition !
Its amazing how music can express emotion without any words at all.
My son used to play cello before going punk. I really miss it. Thank you.
I cannot listen to this music without experiencing a powerful emotional response- tears come oh so easily. I met Adam in the Portland, Oregon airport where he sat among the travelers with his cello, and the sounds he made stopped me in my tracks. I had not heard his music before this, I have heard nothing else since I got home in New York and played the CDs I bought from him, over and over. Adam's creations have captured me totally and it will be some time before I can go on from here.
This is the sorrow I felt when I came back from combat...the same reason I must go back.
When hatred becomes love and pain beuty, you know frontline is soldier's only home.
I used this amazing piece of music and added a Voice Over with Arabic poetry in my voice. This piece infiltrates core and bones. Very touching and peaceful.
I first heard your music 6 years ago when I was learning cello, I just want to say that the entire playlist you made on this is amazing and has me coming back even to this day. Your music made a huge impact on my life so much to that fact that I have remembered this song for 6 years and come back every time I need relaxation or peace or battle anything inside me. Thank you for creating this fantastic work of art.
This song emits a feel of pain and loss
about 5 years ago I fell in love with this song and used it as the intro to a short horror film I made. I had completely forgotten about it until listening to this album by pure chance, simply looking for dark cello music. hearing it again made me gasp. I now know the artist and I can fully appreciate this art for what it is, and it still speaks to me
I listen to all types and genres of music , but at the end of the day this is what real music sounds like.
Not only does his music sound so out of this world, the way he looks in his videos is absolutely CHARMING.
It give me chills everytime I listen to it. Cheers, man! From a brazilian fan.
† Belphegor † Brazil, e nós
The cello and the Organ are two of the most arousing instruments! Pairing them together the way he does is almost an otherworldly elation.
This is truly enchanting, the lowest note you've done at the end sent my soul a calming sort of uprising feeling.
adam you have the ability to make my heart melt with your rhythms
It's dark and beautiful while maintaining a feeling of saddnes and despair
This music is heaven to my ears ♥
your soul speaks to mine, Adam Hurst ♡
Hey man it's 2024 and i still if i was A actor I would love hearing this song in my movie
Love, love, love....Thank you!
I have to use words to try and describe something indescribable, you have the gift of music.
OMG!this makes me cry i don't know why💔 sooo beautiful💟💟
Anyone else notices his right foot? Great job, thanks for such beautiful piece of music.
Your music makes my soul cries it’s like it speaks to my inner soul , it touches me deeply, and makes me so emotional. 🕯️🖤 Everything about this masterpiece is beyond perfect. 🖤
Simply astounding! I love this.
He makes playing the cello look soooo sexy. Nevermind the fact that he is absolutely phenomenal, almost brings you to tears.
we get it you want to fuck him calm down
It really touches my soul. Thank you!
Haunting; the cries of an anguished soul... yet beautiful at the same time.
nah it's the cries of a cello bro 👌 they aint even have souls homie 😆 but ya that shit goes hard 💯💯💯 i juss dont think we should be tellin mfers they got souls n shit 🤔🙋♂️ cause what if someone tell they kids or a kid read it and accidently break they guitar or some shit 🤔 now they all fucked up forever homie thinkin they killed their banjo or whatever but that shit do go hard tho😁😁😁
Always love dark music the kind of music to get lost in when you laying in the darkness
I listen to this non stop, truly a beautiful piece !!
So beautiful music Adam!♥ Thank you!
What a beautiful darkness!
I met him at the airport (my schools choir groups were going on a tour) I believe the year before this was uploaded to youtube. Probably the best thing that could have happened because I absolutely love his music!
Your music talent is just for the heart and soul to soothe away all pain and suffering. Thank you for all.
Exquisite. This is the sound my ears and mind have been longing for. Thank you.
Your music takes my breath away
absolutely magical..Bravo Sir
i absolutely love this !
hands down ..Hauntingly beautiful
Hauntingly beautiful!
One word: stunning
magical notes written in my heart ..thank you very much..
this is AMAZING
Wow!!! no words can explain how great is your music
Epic!
Lush!
Romantic!
Tragic!
only a few words that come to mind when this beautiful piece is played.
So Beautiful
Just speechless...wow.
Unimaginably beautiful. Could listen for hours!
excelente !!! cuanto corazón...
Beautiful work.
I met Adam at the Portland Airport... when I got off the plane I heard this hauntingly beautify chello music and sounded to rich to be over the airport speaker system just followed my ears to the source and of course had to buy a double set CD. Thank you for creating some amazing music and sharing it with us Adam... your almbum has a special place in my collection but I think I need to expand the "Adam Hurst" section. .
Perfect music for painting lot of emotion. I see you putting your whole heart and soul as you play and truely shows a masterpiece.
So, so, so beautiful !
this music reaches everything that I am. Thank you Adam for the opportunity to see inside of me everything that makes me what I am...I wish everyone could experience this
Love this song.
Splendid !
Beautiful!!!
this is so beautiful
This has put my soul to rest...
Beautiful
I fell in love at the first note..
This music stuck in my head ♥️🎶
This is just amazing! Beautiful and powerful.
This... Is Magnificent.... This... Is culture. This... Is the kind of musician that should be recognized for the beauty of the art that he emulates through his/this timeless masterpiece.
Excelente! So glad tu hear you... es una pasion muy original la q expresas! Thank you for let it sound in this way!
Bellisimo. Gracias
I love listening to this type of music it just sounds right
you are amazing adam!
Love it!!
This one is by far my Fav... I'm Pretty sure its making my Soul Day Dream
formidable
아름다운 연주곡 잘 들었습니다~감사합니다~🎵🎻🌿🍀☘🌹🌹☘🍀🌿❤❤
This is true emotion! True Art! Real Magic!
melts me!!
Sweet.
when i listen to your music ... i get that feeling that no one can describe :")
Met You at the Portland airport on the 31st of July. I had blue hair. been a fan for a while and you've really inspired me, I've gotten my mom into your music as well, and she and I are enamored. Thank you for your music.
you are what now?