220 Royalty-Free Audio Tracks for "Fabric"

Scratching a couch by constantly dragging fingernails across the fabric.

This is the sound made by the needle crossing the linen cloth during my wife's embroidery sessions. The fabric is under extreme tension in a special wooden frame, it's like a tambourine skin. So when she stitches, the needle goes through the fabric (linen) and therefrom comes the main noise (like a door w/o grease). A second noise is a kind of dry "pop". It's when the thread finishes to run across the fabric, a tiny loop is stuck and the relased, making the fabric jump like a drum skin once again. Sound taken the 15th of march 2021, in brittany, france, using a xiao redmi smartphone.

Swinging a sword past the mic twice then slamming it into fabric to create gruesome noises.

Recorded for a character taking something out of their pocket.

Winter wind, blustery, fabric. Stereo spaced em172s in a wind basket.

Getting in and out of bed, sheet and bed movement with rustles.

Layers sounds as if you're searching for something, some papers, small objects, faint sounds of fabric rustling.

Rain, under an umbrella, sounds like electrical static. Binaural. Sony m10 with cs-10em mics. 2012.

Someone running a short distance across a hard carpeted floor. Includes fabric sounds or swishing trousers.

Charcoal placed into a makeshift recording bed/pallet with a fabric for dampening. Recorded with zoomh5 at 96hz. Raw file recordings with a bit of noise reduction.

The sound was made from a fabric poster being quickly pulled out of a cardboard tube. Recorded on sony pcm-a10.

Group kmm-recording of hands sliding over the fabric of a sofa. Comparable to a swishing/ swirling sound. Recorded with a zoom h4 handheld recorder. Normalized in peak pro 6.

Group kmm-recording of hands sliding over the fabric of a sofa. Comparable to a swishing/ swirling sound. Recorded with a zoom h4 handheld recorder. Normalized in peak pro 6.

Microphone inside an old fabric tent with wooden tent pegs. Vibrations under the desert wind. Palmyre, syria, 2007. Recorded with stereo xy audiotechnica at822 microphonerecorded on tascam dap148 khz, 16 bits.

This is the sound of a wheel slowly stopping against a piece of fabric. This can also be used as an engine stoping, or a lazer gun.

Interior of truck sounds, driving, you can occasionally hear the fabric of the driver's heavy winter coat rustling. . . Merging onto the freeway and getting off, turn signals and waiting for a stoplight.

Recorded and raised the gain very high, this is simply my fingernails gently rubbing against the fabric of my fender mustang iv amplifier. I also recorded some egg rolls cooking and got some of that spicy hot sizzle in there :) bass boosted in audacity and equalized to perfection in audacity. *if you download this sound, please write in the comments what you used it in!*.

Recorded with a blue yeti in a treated room. Variations of a zipper zipping & unzipping. Jingle of metal. The rustle of fabric. ***don't forget to rate it***. Thank you for using my sound for your project. Send me some love by giving my youtube channel a like, share, or sub (https://www. Youtube. Com/@everydayeldritch). Check out my horror podcast at everydayeldritch. Com. Thank you!.

A bad readout of an excerpt from prosperous. The tempest act 4, scene 1, 148–158. Our revels now are ended. These our actors,as i foretold you, were all spirits, andare melted into air, into thin air:and like the baseless fabric of this vision,the cloud-capp'd tow'rs, the gorgeous palaces,the solemn temples, the great globe itself,yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve,and, like this insubstantial pageant faded,leave not a rack behind. We are such stuffas dreams are made on; and our little lifeis rounded with a sleep. .

It is dusk on an autumn evening on the south side of the river thames, a few feet downstream from vauxhall bridge. Innumerable starlings have congregated in a murmuration underneath (in fact inside the fabric of) the bridge to noisily discuss the day before sleep. Overhead, cars and buses thump across the bridge panels, while small groups of city workers, nurses and spies head home or for drinks. All the while the river laps away as an unconscious heartbeat, and is churned up by the thrum of a passing riverboat.