autumn cigarette for my memories – 1940s JAZZ

Описание: autumn wind carries what I tried to forget.
a cigarette still burns in the corner of our memory —
soft and unchanged.

this mix blends vintage jazz & soft 1940s swing —
an autumn night soundtrack for nostalgia, late night coffee, and slow cigarette air.
for those who love quiet love stories in jazz.

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📻 Tracklist
00:00 – In Wait Between Hours
03:11 – When Scent Found Memory
06:40 – From Corners of Warm Air
09:42 – Beneath Fading Ashes
12:22 – When Eyes Forgot Distance
15:46 – After You Lit That Moment
19:15 – As Breath Touched Evening
22:59 – Once Fire Stayed Kind
25:43 – Through Streetlight Haze
29:13 – Until Words Grew Tired
32:31 – While Smoke Carried Us
36:13 – Before Rain Learned My Voice
39:37 – Across Our Quiet Ember
42:50 – Where Softness Became True
46:06 – All I Missed in Fragrance
49:36 – Repeat 🔁

Velour JAZZ – Smooth 1940s-inspired grooves, smoky melodies, and timeless vintage vibes. Golden-era jazz wrapped in the elegance of satin nights and dim-lit lounges.

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— lyrics for “After You Lit That Moment” (limited time) —

this track got lyric requests recently —
so I’m placing the full lyrics here for a little while.
glad this piece reached someone out there.

You struck a match, the spark was small,
But filled the room with something tall,
I felt it rise between our hands,
A brief rebellion against demands,
Your eyes met mine through drifting air,
And time forgot the weight of care,
The smoke curled slow, the night turned thin,
And I breathed you softly in.

That ember’s glow on your skin stayed,
A memory the dark remade,
Each breath a story we never told,
Each pause a secret, quiet, bold,
I watched the light refuse to die,
Held it close, though I don’t know why,
The moment burned then slipped from view,
Yet still I’m lit by thoughts of you.

Now every flicker calls you,
Without the spark, it’s not the same,
I trace the smoke like fragile thread,
Connecting all the words we said,
If time could bend to where we were,
I’d hold that glow, that soft transfer,
And let it fade, but not too soon,
To keep the warmth beneath the moon.

( this lyrics area will be removed later )

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