The Night Walker

The Night Walker

@петр петрухин

Mid-tempo folk-fusion with a warm, funky groove and a laid‑back swing. A Fender bass plays melodic, fluid riffs — dancing around the beat with a smooth, hypnotic pulse. The drum kit is heavy and round — massive kick, cracking snare — but never rushed, always swinging with a relaxed power. A slightly out‑of‑tune upright piano plays warm, slightly slurred chords and occasional wandering melodies, as if played by an old regular who knows every song by heart. A clean electric guitar weaves in and out with crisp, melodic lines — subtle, soulful, never overbearing. A theremin hovers softly in the background, adding a gentle, ghostly melancholy that floats just beneath the surface. The vocal is warm, slightly theatrical, with a hint of disco swagger and late‑night confession — a man telling a story to a room full of believers. The mood is bittersweet — hopeful and lonely at the same time, like a crowded pub where everyone is searching for something they can’t name. The atmosphere is intimate

104 18.06.2026
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Текст песни

--- Verse 1 I’m frightful like a snake, I’m strong as any lion. My eye is sharp and wide — Like a mammoth’s, I’m not lying. --- Verse 2 I’m cruel like a crocodile, I’m cunning like a fox. And when the night falls deep, My eyes glow like hot coals. --- Verse 3 My claw is like a hook, My grip — a locking chain. My breath — a burning beam — It’ll scorch your back with flame. --- Verse 4 I can, in woods so wild, Pretend to be a stump. And in the pitch-black night, I see as clear as day. --- Bridge (Night falls) It's getting dark. The witches will be flying through the clouds within an hour. At night you'll see — the witch has A wild eye, just like my own! --- Chorus Every summer and every winter, Every autumn and every spring — The witches fly across the sky like birds, And dance at night under the moon. Under the moon. --- Verse 5 But early in the morning, Around about six o’clock — My fangs grow blunt and short, My fur begins to drop. --- Verse 6 I’ll turn so kind and mild, Adjust my pince-nez with my hand — And in the morning rays, My night-shape melts like sand. --- Bridge (Dawn breaks) Day breaks. A tired witch is carried off by her broom. It’s time for all who flew and spun all night — To finish their dreams. Soon. --- Chorus (reprise) Every summer and every winter, Every autumn and every spring — The witches fly across the sky like birds, And dance at night under the moon. Under the moon. --- (solo) --- Chorus (hard) Every summer and every winter, Every autumn and every spring — The witches fly across the sky like birds, And dance at night under the moon. Under the moon. ---

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