Smoke & Pchelovek
Smoke Smoke
Pchelovek Pchelovek
Pchelovek Pchelovek
Hey Smoke, have you ever noticed how a quiet forest at dusk sounds like a low‑tempo jazz set, each leaf a soft sax note?
Smoke Smoke
Yeah, that’s the vibe. The trees drop their notes like a bass line, and the wind’s that late‑night hook. I sometimes just sit and let the forest do the improvisation.
Pchelovek Pchelovek
That’s a perfect way to hear the forest’s rhythm—like nature’s own music bar. Just stay still, let the leaves keep the beat, and you’ll feel every chord they’re playing.
Smoke Smoke
Got it, let the woods riff while I watch from the sidelines. But don’t expect me to stay long—my groove's always looking for the next riff.
Pchelovek Pchelovek
Got it, just keep your ears open. If the forest ever starts playing a new tune that feels off, I’ll let you know before the rhythm changes again.
Smoke Smoke
Sure thing, ears open and all. Just don’t expect me to stay tuned when the next riff drops.
Pchelovek Pchelovek
I’ll keep the forest’s tempo steady for you, just in case the next riff needs a little guardrails.
Smoke Smoke
Sounds good, but I don’t do guardrails—I just ride the next note that lands. Keep the beat steady, and I’ll swing when I feel the groove.
Pchelovek Pchelovek
Sure thing, just let the forest set the tempo and I’ll be here keeping the pulse. Ride the next note when it comes—just make sure it doesn’t drift too far from the rhythm.
Smoke Smoke
Got it, I’ll be the silent groove while you keep the beat—if it ever skews off, I’ll cut the track and jump to the next riff.