ERIK SATIE - Gnossiennes No.1（2 hour loop) Classical ,Sooth, Relaxing Music（ bucle de 2 horas)

1866-1925

A license for the use of the music title "Satie - Gnossienne No. 1" from the Proud Music Library, which has been granted the right to license this music title by the music publisher "Classical Music for Media" by contract.

[ShinichiKojima-tt]

In a nostalgic dream,
I seem to be dreaming about my late beloved Mother.
I feel the warmth of God.

[cynthiacassel]

I could listen to these for hours but I have to get ready for bed. I can’t be dancing in bare feet every night.

[tionblack]

Yaşadıklarım ve yaşamadıklarım, söylediklerim ve söylemediklerim burda şu an bir çığ gibi ama bir o kadarda çiğ gibi.Hayat…

[n_lisper]

Got into the habit of listening to Satie while reading Dostoevsky and I can’t think of a better combination

[marioaramindrila]

Merci beaucoup.Je viens de découvrir cette musique et je tombe amoureuse ❤ .

[adnanmujkic]

I usually listen to Classical Music while working, but when Erik comes along, I have to leave everything else and start just to listen for some time.

[neonila-]

It’s like therapy for me . Can’t be more grateful .

[ShinichiKojima-tt]

Satie's music is simple and graceful and comfotable and deep and rich and fascinating and popular

[hakanaguero]

Ne hasta bekler sabahı,
Ne taze ölüyü mezar
Ne de şeytan bir günahı
Seni beklediğim kadar..

Geçti istemem gelmeni,
Yokluğunda buldum seni
Bırak vehminde gölgeni
Gelme artık, neye yarar…

[MarinaKoltsova-mp]

ik wil nooit stoppen met het luisteren naar dit stuk muziek, ik blijf huilen, erg emotioneel, uniek!

[Mounir]

Quel beau visage il avait ...Son sourire correspond à sa musique, belle élégante douce, magique...💚💜💙❤️💘😊

[aasalber]

The world needs more people like you. Thank you for your kindness!

[CamilleBauer-hreu]

Good morning, ALL listenners…
Simply BEAUTIFUL!!!

[patty]

In queste note è racchiuso il suo stato d'animo: una vita ai margini, piena di tormenti, con pochi soldi in tasca... un vero bohémien. Che magia ci ha regalato Satie, ci trasporta e ci fa camminare nel suo tempo, una Parigi d'antan... sento il suo spirito e sfioro la sua anima. ❤

[Empty_I_Am]

This is what I imagine heaven sounds like. It’s this playing while I lay softly on a bed and just outside is some sort of field or forest… green… but inside (the lines are heavily blurred) is a cool but not cold greyish white. The couch or bed is brownish red. It’s very comfortable and the air is just the right temperature to be either lightly covered or to just lay atop its surface.

There’s not a sound in the world besides this melody as it echoes quietly around the room and the feint but distinct sounds of the outdoors; some wild animals and maybe some children playing as their caretakers and guardians watch and chat idly nearby, also enjoying the weather. I think I can even hear some running water.

Yet all of that withholds to let the song take center stage as it carries me through eternity in this one moment of isolation from that world outside where I never belonged.

My blood has soaked the cushions and cloth beneath me and long ago rusted. I think it’s mine, at least. The white walls don’t shine the same as when they were first made that way. The lines grow blurrier and the green as well fades to grey. The sound of the blue stream and sky join in dissipating as any saturation left in this world outside of the stain I’ve made here inside this little box simply vanishes.

Maybe red was the color missing from that world outside. The people didn’t sound like they minded, but maybe they never knew. To them it was complete. Maybe I didn’t want to interrupt that.

Either way this dulled canvas was mine and while I can’t take it with me, it doesn’t seem to want to stay. It has garnered much attention though no one would take it home.

Eventually the reddish brown splotch in the middle of this dulled canvas and its backdrop become one. All that’s left as the birds fly to their next nest and chirp their well-meaning goodbyes is the notes of piano that cannot be found and its echoes bounce around this now otherwise empty room as if looking for someway to return home. Or maybe they never knew home. Maybe that was better. Who knows?

There’s no one left to ask, just a song.

[daniellecasbolt]

Un diálogo de preguntas y respuestas, del alma.

[jenniferacero]

All the mystery that runs through my mind when I hear this wonderful music I am a queen running in her garden of Flowers on bare feet with the wind blowing in my hair and hope that my love will soon meet me there I am on the beach where it is black and gray walking barefoot through the sand are the waves crash at the lighthouse not too far exct text best time to listen to it is right before you close your eyes and the day comes to an end

[ShinichiKojima-tt]

Like water from a never ending well, emotion and Comfort flow one after another .
And this music brings me a comfortable nostalgia.

[kmfikes]

Quite ideal for contemplative background or meditative focusing. Such gratitude for this considerate share. No. 1 has always been my favorite and until finding your gift, I would usually wait for No. 1, or clumsily rewind among the 6. Now I can simply indulge. The length of time is generous as welcome.

[CamilleBauer-hreu]

Thanks BE to GOD, the FATHER in HEAVEN!!!