Gurney Wheels from Steady Breath by Rhymedics

The empty gurney’s roll through the bay doors frames this one, a tired grace found in the quiet aftermath of crisis. It’s rooted in those long campus shifts, where the fluorescent hum and distant vending machine drone become part of the air you breathe. A singular percussion break, built from IV pole taps and rimclick patterns, morphs the physical act of moving the gurney into a gentle, almost reverent rhythm; this section pushes the very idea of hip-hop rhythm into a new, sparse clarity. Then string halos re-enter, a tearful smile washing over the felted 808s, evoking that sweet ache felt after a deep, necessary cry. This track is about the deep gratitude for small mercies—a hand offered, a simple nod—a sound for those moments when you just want to text someone thank you, right then, for holding the line. It offers a quiet, unadorned strength, a raw honesty that feels earned. No empty boasts here; just case notes from the heart, counting the quiet wins, finding grace in the mundane.

We pour life into every word, every note. Raw honesty meets a tender sound. For the ones needing a voice.