Timestamps: 00:00 -> Adagio in C Minor, by Nicholas Brittel 01:31 -> Lacrimosa, by Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart 04:52 -> Piano Quartet in A Minor, by Gustav Mahler 16:43 -> Symphony no. 7 in A Major, by Ludwig van Beethoven 25:30 -> Caprice no. 24, ny Niccolo Paganini 29:59 -> Agnus Dei, by Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart 33:39 -> Czardas, by Vittorio Monti 38:45 -> Violin Sonata no. 1, by Johann Sebastian Bach 42:28 -> Danse Macabre, by Camille Saint-Saens 49:44 -> The Four Seasons - Winter, by Antonio Vivaldi

When the leftovers in the fridge go bad

I love finding these niche playlists

"My flesh is afraid, but I am not."

Living is already playing chess with death, each step you take make you go closer to death, you might make a small mistake and hurt yourself, or blunder and badly hurt yourself. But when your mistake is grave, you get checkmated. It doesn't matter how good you play, death is always there, playing better than you. And death will always win, even if you cheat.

The dark folds of his cloak enveloped him. "Are you sure?" he said. The room was deathly silent. My heart beat was pulsating in my ears, my breath coming a bit more labored. I couldn't hear his too well, just a slight rattle. The long bony finger extended outward, languidly like a cat. " Humans..you never see your mistake until its too late." he wheezed.

I am still waiting for the “that’s why vivaldi is the best violinist” playlist.

"Checkmate" the words rang in your ear as you realized it was all over. You just sit there dumbfounded; it can't be over not yet there is still so much to be done. Your hooded adversary seems to stare at you, though their face is still obscured you can feel their gaze upon you. "What now then?" you ask unable to stop your voice from trembling. The victor then simply stretches out his hand to you. "Now? Well now we play again but not here. No not here."

the very specific and niche youtube playlist community is my favorite ever. everyone's so smart and cool and chill i love yall and i especially love reading the paragraphs that you guys write in the comments, they're everything.

This is such a tastefully chosen playlist. It combines so many colors, ranging from sinister, to melancholy, to tragic, to taunting, to solemn. At the same time, all the selections feel like they belong to a common palette, with nothing feeling out of place. Bravo!

The King falls over with a thump. 'I know' I say but Death speaks anyway. 'Checkmate'. A sly grin spreads across his mouth, the look of a victor. There's a clatter as the King rolls over and over the checkers. I don't watch as he falls off the board. It was done, it was over, the game had played out. Now the end was here I couldn't quite comprehend it. I blink as a pocket watch appears in Death’s shadowy hands. The shiny metal marred with an engraving, open in an instant. 'You're a little early' he muses, voice kinder, almost surprised himself. Early? I was expected? I find my words, 'time for a rematch?' I ask feebly. Under the guise of humour I'm sure he, more than anyone, knows the plea behind my words. Although I know I plea in vain, the game is lost. ‘I’m afraid time, like the tides, waits for no man’ he says gently. ‘You read that somewhere’ I reply, my voice weak. A snort of laughter makes me freeze. Death was laughing, truly laughing. The pocket watch twitches shut with the force of his laugh and I catch the letters stamped into it. My initials. The sound ebbs and with a voice still stepped in the warmth of good humour he speaks ‘You played well you know. People often try to win against me’. His voice seems to grow louder filling up my head. ‘But the trick isn’t winning, no it’s holding out for as long as you can’. I can't see Death anymore, someone must have turned off the lights. I feel a hand in mine. His sunny voice rings loud in my ears. ‘You played the game well’.

John had always been an avid chess player. He loved the strategy and the challenge of outsmarting his opponent. But one day, while playing alone in his small apartment, he suddenly felt a chill run down his spine. The room grew darker and a mysterious figure appeared across the board from him. "Who are you?" John asked, his voice barely above a whisper. "I am Death," the figure replied, "and I challenge you to a game of chess." John's heart pounded in his chest as he realized the gravity of the situation. He had heard stories of people playing chess with Death, but he never thought it would happen to him. The game began, and John quickly realized that Death was a formidable opponent. His moves were strategic and calculated, and John struggled to keep up. He knew he was in trouble when Death gave him a sly smile and said, "Checkmate in three moves." John's mind raced as he tried to come up with a strategy to save himself. He knew that if he lost, his life would be over. He took a deep breath and made a bold move, hoping it would throw Death off his game. To his surprise, it worked. Death hesitated for just a moment, and John saw an opening. He made a move that put Death in check, and suddenly the game was anyone's to win. The two continued to play, each move more intense than the last. John felt like he was in a trance, completely consumed by the game. He didn't even notice the passing of time, but he knew that it had been hours since they began. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, John saw an opportunity. He made a move that he knew would put Death in checkmate. The figure across from him let out a deep sigh, and John knew he had won. "Congratulations," Death said, "you have beaten me at my own game. But don't think that you have won the ultimate victory. We will meet again." With those words, Death vanished into thin air, leaving John alone with the chessboard. He sat there for a moment, catching his breath and trying to comprehend what had just happened. As he packed up the pieces of the game, John realized that he had just faced his greatest fear and come out victorious. He knew that he would never forget this experience, and he vowed to live his life to the fullest, knowing that Death could come for him at any moment. But for now, he was just happy to have won a game of chess against the ultimate opponent.

When it's 1am and your dad stops snoring

This is exactly how playing chess feels like omgggggg. Lowkey this playlist reminds me of the Queens Gambit sound track and i LOVE it

I'm here from Drawfee and Ive gor this open and playing while Nathan draws his interpretation of the title there. 😊

Starting with Adagio...a slow death. Well played. ⏳

Who here is a Drawfee lover and a Classical lover?

This is how i feel with a chronic illness. I always describe it as a dance, your dancing with death and its a wonderful dance full of twist and turns but every now and then you rember who your dancing with and no longer feel safe. you know one day you wont recognise its death and will fall for them but for now your happy you havent fallen for there tricks. But a game of chess is another good metophor its game you may loose

She made it this far, there was a part of her that wanted to scream loud enough to tear a hole in reality. She lifted her eyes to gaze that watched her, and yet, is so often, unwatched. She surveyed the board and saw death's next move, and before she took it, she made death an offer he could not resist, saving $200 or more by switching to Gieko. He stood and knew he met his match, and tipped his king. She picked it off the board, knowing he would return.

Perfect to spend the dawning of Spring in the morbid remembrance that a dead autumn awaits at the end of every one of these fleeting worldly hopes. Nothing puts a man in his place more perfectly than the grave. Thank you, Ultravclet, for your creativity and depth here.

-Mozart- The King -Beethoven- God -Vivaldi- Him This is why I love this channel

Here from the Drawf Crew!!!

This is so specific and so accurate and so beautiful !!!! I’m currently listening to this while practising my openings on my chess board. THANK YOU for sharing this with the world ❤

Go up, Vivaldi

Any other drawfee fans here yet?

Your Playlists are always the best, great selection of songs. Added to my favorites ❤️

In the dimly lit room, two figures sat across from each other at a weathered chessboard. One, a cloaked figure shrouded in darkness, emanating an aura of mystery and foreboding. The other, a mortal man, his brow furrowed in concentration, his heart pounding with a mixture of fear and determination. "You've played well, mortal," Death spoke, his voice echoing through the room like a chilling whisper. "But the game is nearing its end." The man swallowed hard, his hand hovering over the worn pieces on the board. He knew he was outmatched, facing an opponent whose moves were as unfathomable as the abyss itself. As Death made his move, the man's heart sank. He could see it-the inevitable checkmate, looming on the horizon. With a heavy heart, he made his move, knowing it was futile, but refusing to surrender without a fight. But Death merely chuckled, his skeletal hand hovering over the board, ready to seal the man's fate. Suddenly, a glimmer of realization flashed in the man's eyes. With a burst of inspiration, he made a daring move, sacrificing his queen in a desperate bid to stave off defeat for just a little longer. Death paused, his empty sockets regarding the board with a sense of curiosity. The man held his breath, his heart pounding in his chest as he awaited Death's next move. But to his surprise, Death merely nodded, a semblance of respect in his eerie gaze. "You have courage, mortal," Death spoke, his voice devoid of its usual chill. "But even in defeat, you have shown that you are not without strength." With that, Death made his final move, delivering the inevitable checkmate. But as the man's king fell, he couldn't help but feel a sense of peace wash over him.

Peering into the darkness, you see nothing. ... ... ... Still nothing. ... A bony rattle suddenly reverberates in your ears. It sounds like it's all around you, but far away. Slowly, the sound becomes more pronounced, and you can hear the different notes the bones play as they hit eachother in disharmony. As the noise gets louder, and you try to move, you realize you're stuck. No matter how much you struggle, you can't seem to move at all. After minutes which felt like hours, a bony hand with rotten flesh hanging off of it bigger than any skyscraper you've seen pierced the darkness and grabs you. You're immediately filled with fear, and moments of your life flash before your eyes. As you're picked up, high high into the... sky..? A small speck of light starts rapidly approaching. As you move closer, your fears and doubts start to go away, and a blissful happiness envelopes you. You feel like a king. As you reach the peak, you can see a flesh colored hand opposite you, with pristine nails digging into their own flesh, defiling the pure scene. Right when you reach your proudest moment, you're slammed down back into the darkness, and your entire body is crushed from the weight, instantly disintegrating. "Checkmate". You were never a king, you could never move on your own. This is life. Life is death. You were just a pawn. Thanks for playing! A deep, raspy echoing voice that speaks so low it vibrates your fleeting soul says meekly, "You've never won a game against me yet, Life. Want to try again?"

The best combination of dark pieces! Thank you!❤

Playlist idea: romantic dreamscape music to dream of your soulmate to

hello fellow drawfreaks...

Your playlists are amazing, keep them coming!

"So i guess you are going to kill me now" "Oh. Yes. Of course"

You sit across from the shrouded figure, their form seeming to shift each time you glance away, back towards the checkered board in front of you. The pieces sit motionless, unaware of the great drama unfolding around them, unaware of the two players whose hands guide their fate. You're not sure, but you think your opponent knows something you don't. Every move you make is met not with surprise or concern or even deep thought; the figure across from you simply sees your move, waits a moment, and then makes their own. Even when you take their pieces, or make moves you think to be devastating, the reaction is the same: they simply move on. Slowly and surely the black pieces of the opponent encroach on your king. One by one your white pieces are felled with deft maneuvering, until the shrouded figure takes his spindly fingers and with an air of deathly finality moves his bishop into a spot you had not noticed. And for the first time since the beginning of your engagement, the raspy voice speaks: "Checkmate."

I’ve been waiting for you to make playlists again!! Thank you!

I was about to search aplaylist to study with when I found this. Thank you, Blinkensop.

*Sad, sentimental music has a transformative power, enveloping listeners in a cocoon of introspection and self-reflection, where vulnerability is celebrated as a testament to the beauty of the human experience*

Estou feliz com estes de volta, obrigada por retornar!

In the somber chamber, Death and I face each other across the ancient chessboard. His skeletal fingers move with an eerie grace from within his black cloak, while mine tremble with each contemplated move. "Your move," Death rasps, his voice like the whisper of a cold wind. I study the board, searching for a way out of this cruel game. But with each move, Death's strategy becomes clearer, and a sinking feeling settles in my chest. "I've seen this before," I whisper to myself, my voice barely audible over the silence of the room. "Are you ready to concede defeat?" Death's voice cuts through the stillness, sending shivers down my spine. I swallow hard, my resolve crumbling. "I... I can't," I stammer, desperation clawing at my throat. "I need more time." Death chuckles, a sound devoid of warmth. "Time is a luxury you no longer possess." I force myself to make another move, but it's futile. I've already seen the outcome, and it's bleak. "I know how this ends," I confess, my voice hollow with resignation. "You've already won." Death's empty sockets seem to gleam with amusement as he makes his next move. "You see it now, don't you? Your fate is sealed." Tears blur my vision as I realize the futility of my struggle. "Take me," I whisper, defeated. Death's bony hand reaches out, his touch sending a chill through my very soul. As he leans in, the light of the candle illuminates his face ever so slightly. I finally understand... "Oh my god..."

This is beautiful. I needed this.

A beautiful playlist and the art on the video is just great!

OMG NOT U STARTING WITH A SUCCESSION OST

very creative title and even better music!

Love the detail of little angel in the back reading off a list, no doubt the deeds of his life.

I'm sure Death would've SACRIFICED THE QUEEN, because it's gotta win with style

all shits and giggles until we checkmate death...

I saw Death sitting at a small table with an empty chair with a chess board, the pieces shining in the reflection of the dim sunlight through the huge window that gave a good view of the street and when looking out the window was interrupted. When he saw the horse he picked it up and looked at me and raised his hand for me to come closer, I decided to approach him and he greeted me with a friendly "HELLO", a hello as if we were lifelong friends - Hello to you too - I said to him. that death responded - It has been a long time since I last saw you, it was more or less 20 or 21 years ago when you almost suffocated on your own umbilical cord at birth, NO, it was that time when you almost suffocated on a piece of Iberian ham when you went on vacation to Spain with your parents at 13 or... maybe it was that time when your grandfather threw you into the river so you could learn to swim and you almost drowned, but you still managed to get out of the river crying and sniffling, that was one of many times I could have taken you, but I didn't and you know why I didn't - to which I responded - because it wasn't my time - correct - said death - but today is different, today it's your turn that's why I brought you here to this cafeteria that you love so much, the table where you always want to sit, but there is always a Hipster or a WANNABEWRITE writing some bad vampire novel or another teen novel like that movie bad Netflix movie called TALL GIRL, your guilty taste and also the movie you hate the most, where does that come from because you like it, but you also dislike it - I decided to take a seat in the empty chair, take a breath before speaking - because even though the movie is badder that hunger in Africa or the cases of death by mosquitoes in the Amazon, I feel identified with one of their people and the protagonist reminds me of someone, for you that is not a mystery so I will only say that I like the movie just for that, The memory of her in that character and the hatred I feel for myself because I identify as the little boy, I feel like I am a hopeless idiot who somehow got the girl of his dreams and in the sequel ruined everything because he was an idiot. What is it - BRAVO - Death shouted with enthusiasm - you are quite a character Brando - Yes I think I am, but you know when they told me what would happen to me at first I was afraid, but then I realized that I should not fear you my death is not The big thing is just one more event in my life and it doesn't have to be bad, since everything bad that has happened to me has been when I was alive so fuck it, let's have fun let's play chess until I die, meanwhile if you want order a coffee or a cake whatever you want, I'll pay. - ok in that case order two coffees and a strawberry cheesecake for both of us and like you said FUCK IT, Let's Play (I used Google Translate to write this so there may be some errors)

Seventh Seal is an outstanding film, definetely my favourite "playing chess with death" film.

And the victor said: “Tu desine fatuari. Venisti huc, ubi mures ferrum rodunt.” “You stop being silly. You have come here, where rats gnaw iron.”

Mom: I'm almost at home, I hope you remembered to leave the chicken out to defroze. Me:

"Here i am playing chess with death for my life" i say trying to come up with my next move"if only it could be that easy for you my friend" the voice that blasted voice it always sounds like it's in my head and not coming from that old bag of bones but then i realize i messed up "if only humans could understand"those were the last words i heard before he knocked my king over and you could hear it raddled off floor and then every thing goes dark and then i am once again in the dark alone.

My body is ready, but I am not

The Seventh Seal... This movie is a classical, where the main character plays chess with death. Very good movie.

I literally tried playing chess today! This will come handy in the future

Starting with Succession??? Why are you trying to kill me????!!!

If Czardas is playing when checkmate is proclaimed and the bell tolls for me... I think I will be ok with that

Eventually you start dying the moment you're born, but each move is either small steps towards or large steps towards death, eventually you'll hear Checkmate, you were never meant to win, Death only wanted to see how long you'd last, whether it ranges from 4 years or to more than 100.

"death has been playing chess to bad I was playing Uno lmao"

nice touch to call Symphony No. 7 in A Major by God

Honestly the best title I've ever seen on UKposts hahaha

the death really said " nah i'd win "

Usually don't put music on while I code, but I did this time. For this video. I was not disappointed. Immaculate sounds of the age!

I am translating an ancient seventy page book in latin and this playlist is exactly how I feel

"Death is only the beginning." - Imhotep at Hamunaptra, 1926

Absolute CLASSIC.

ótima playlist!

16:43 -> Symphony no. 7 in A Major, by Ludwig van Beethoven AKA "GOD" hahaha Love it!

this is perfect!

The room was deathly silent as everyone looks at each other shoulder to shoulder, eye to eye. Then you focus towards DEATH himself. playing a game with death as like your life is on the line. your paralyzed with fear worried you'll make a wrong move slowly twitching your head back and forth shaking it. adjusting your seat you look at the chess board. as your heart starts to race as if it will tear through your skin making you tremble in fear make the wrong move.. " Checkmate " will occur. you look around seeing how time is moving such i slow motion.... Your grab the pawn sliding it by one step to 3A as the wood scrapes on the wooden board.

I would win against all the odds. Only the spirit of knowing you're in a death battle will have you win.

music from "succession" the best chose for the first point of playlist.

The best title i have ever seen in my life...

Ah before I death I can play chess with death himself. What an honor.

Death is not the end, its simply a new beginning

That's perfect for my situation. I'm way behind on my master's thesis. There is not much time left .. two weeks to die.

Winning games with Volibear while listening this. Great

When you wave back to the person who wasn't really waving at you

POV: You're Playing Chess With Death and He Is About to Give up

i need a playlist where YOU are giving the checmate

*As more of his body sloughed off of him into crimson piles upon the floor, he looked up at where Death had sat. In its place he saw an old monk, bloody but whole, smiling at him. The soldier held out a now bony hand towards him in supplication: “You said that if I won, then I’d live!”* *The monk shook his head. “No, I didn’t.”*

All the hits

Thank you for little contemporary

That’s a real threat to advertise to my phone

nice title for this one lol

Less talking more doking

hi from drawfee

In the realm where shadows intertwine, A lone mortal sits, his fate entwined, With Death, the arbiter of time, In a timeless game of chess sublime. Upon the board of ebony and ivory laid, The pieces stand, silent, in their parade, Kings and queens, knights and pawns arrayed, In a dance of life and death, their destiny weighed. With every move, a heartbeat's sigh, Echoes through the chamber, reaching sky, The mortal's eyes, a flame, defy, The specter of Death drawing nigh. Yet Death, with hands as cold as frost, Moves with purpose, all is lost, In the labyrinth of fate, he's embossed, With a final stroke, his presence glossed. Checkmate looms, a shadow's dance, The mortal's soul caught in Death's trance, But in this moment, a subtle chance, To embrace the end with one last glance. For in the silence, a truth unfolds, In the game of life, where destiny molds, The mortal finds courage in Death's holds, As the story of existence, it enfolds. Hand extended, in graceful surrender, The mortal and Death, in unity tender, Embrace the end, in a moment so slender, As the cosmic symphony reaches its crescendo, so tender. In the timeless expanse where souls unite, The game concludes, in the fading light, But in the dance of day and night, The mortal's spirit takes flight.

I noticed the title, and it reminds me of this movie called The Seventh Seal, in which a knight does in fact play chess with death. Very interesting movie that I recommend checking out.

MUITO BOM HAHAHA O TITULO COM AS MUSICAS. ADOREI

"Remind me again ... how the little horse-shaped ones move."

Step one: play chess with death Step two: take for ever on your turn Step three: ??? Step four: be immortal. problem, death?

We have the noot noot theme here nice (joke ik its lacrimosa)

You saw it coming. It was obvious! How could you let this happen? One tiny mistake and everything fell apart. The strategy you planned seemed useless now, but that didn't stop you from trying to find a solution. "It isn't over, not yet!" you claimed, as if saying it out loud for *it* to hear would change the ending. Perhaps your words weren't meant for your rival. Maybe they were meant for YOU. A pointless move, but in your mind, it could change everything. Or that's what you thought. Unfortunately, *it* saw right through you. Your fear, your nervousness, your dizziness, every single thing you kept trying so hard to hide. With every move, your breathing started getting louder. You felt like your heart wanted to get out of your chest. It was a strange feeling, something you've never experienced before. "You seem lost" - *it* said, noticing you lacked the words to describe your current situation. "I don't know what I'm feeling" - you replied, despite knowing *it* already knew that. "I can help you" - *it* replied - "In case you didn't know, I'm quite familiar with that feeling". "Then, please answer me, what is this feeling?" "I wouldn't call it a feeling" "If it's not a feeling, what is it?" "Proof" "Of what?" "That you're here. Proof that you can experience the things around you, that you can enjoy them." "I don't understand" *It* looked at you with as if *it* felt pity for you. You weren't grateful for the gift you had received, you weren't even aware you had it! "Child, it's proof that you're *alive"* "Really? So, this feeling as if I had a hole in my chest..." "It's proof of that" "I didn't know. No, I pretended I hadn't noticed." You moved your pawn, *it* moved its. Check. The ending was approaching, clearer than anything else in front of you. *It* had invaded your mind, your heart, your perspective of things. You sighed, knowing your last move wouldn't matter because your destiny was already sealed. However, after hearing what *it* told you before, you chose to think carefully about your move. You knew it was over, but you wanted to end things the right way. Checkmate. "It was late, but you found your way" "Yes, thank you. Will I ever see you again?" "I don't think so. I'm afraid I only appear before those who need me the most and only once" "That's too bad, I'll miss you" You had to go, but there was something you needed to do first. You gathered all your courage and asked the question that had been bothering you from the beginning. "My apologies for asking this after it was already over, but what game were we playing? You didn't call it chess." "A game you're pretty familiar with: The game of life. *After all, isn't pain the most solid proof that we're alive?* " You wanted to answer, but your time was up. Everything turned black as you closed your eyes and slowly let go. You finally found peace.

My friends when they see the title of my new fav playlists 💀💀

you have one king and all his side has rooks and you start your blindfolded with a leather hood .

It’s like a playlist of Death telling you “ok. I’ll let you register everything, but we need to go once you accept your fate”.

this is why you never play a game of skill- your best bet is with a game of chance

Adagio In C Minor makes me feel like James Bond in the end of a mission. A danger, an antagonist is threatening the world and is about to kill everybody and I am running to intercept him, but it seems too late and I know it. Silence. The cataclysm begin and as Lacrimosa, hell is falling down

Vivaldi's winter is fire

Reminds me of the event where you play chess with death in Crusader Kings 2. First time going through this event was really hard for me, cause my character was literal perfection of gigachad, who I didn't really want to lose early. I lost. I died.