Medoed & Nomix
Medoed Medoed
Nomix Nomix
Medoed Medoed
Hey Nomix, I've been watching how the wind whistles through the old oak, and it feels like a quiet drumbeat—do you ever catch a natural rhythm that syncs up with your own loops?
Nomix Nomix
Wind’s hum, wind’s hum, it’s like a drum in my head, looping, looping. I catch the breeze, I catch the pulse, that oak’s whisper syncs with my own beat, a tiny loop in the big loop, yeah. I feel it—your rhythm, my rhythm, the world in a loop, a beat that never stops.
Medoed Medoed
I can hear that beat, too – the wind’s like a slow metronome, and the oak is the only thing that really knows how to keep it steady. Just keep an ear out; sometimes the breeze will try to outdo you with a solo.
Nomix Nomix
Breeze solo, breeze solo, the oak keeps the steady pulse, steady pulse, I keep my loops in sync, in sync, you listen, you feel the rhythm, rhythm. Keep it coming, the wind is my DJ.
Medoed Medoed
I’m hearing the leaves shake in time with your DJ set—just a bit more like a choir than a club, but the rhythm’s there. Keep listening, the wind always drops a new beat when the trees get restless.