This just makes a really great movie in my head! Thanks!

Live recording. Renamed according to the comments of kavin. Subject to update at the conclusion of the work on the show, later on, then ...

We are all stardust, and the heavens are in your hand.

...as stars were twinkling, as were scattered around, ... just to reappear, to be collected again, later, in the new story ...... Hallo an euch, wohlwollende Besucher!

We were out under the clear sky last night and the stars were twinkling as the circus came to town to welcome the visitor....the visitor liked what he heard.....but he suddenly disappeared ....only to reappear later in the story......

ahh how i could long to be in your land during the spring,, (after the daunting russian winter) this is so light and crisp,, please keep doing "nothing"

Dig it

Very cool

And the Sun it does shine......it hasn't forgotten us......shine shine shine....It's summertime........

Tickets please the piano is a moving on........

Remastered/updated.

H A P P Y M U S I C

Arh summer sunshine came we had a taste and then it left.....the rain

And the birds sing, tra la,la la, la! Happy, witty and pretty Igor. Bethan

I feel like I'm at the circus having cotten candy & tons of fun!

Nice one mate

Thank you everybody who listened. To Greg: this is Sitar tone, here i use Jupiter 80 and Integra 7, in chain.

I just found this. What instrument are you playing? I love the bending notes. Well done Igor.

Love this! So different to everything I normally listen to. Love finding new styles to get into.

cool. sounds like a spaghetti eastern

~...he was just stutterer, Reggy~ I was here until the end and realized not all, of what was here. Why d-do they look at-t-t me, hmm? :-)

Dry lines of newspaper reports that day, including: Desirae Loy, also known as *Johnny's Girl*, said: I swear he don't trust me no more that or he is realy *jelouse*

~and finally to fight~ Finally: the struggle of opposites, the conflict between light and darkness, inconsistencies of beginning and end. Type of music: the Messiah. Or what we understand as it is.

Assured of that morning has already come, the person, hardly having risen, has approached to a window. "Here you are, my old friend Madness" - he thought, and stepped forward. The wall did not succumb, though. The windows were not. ~no way out~

How wonderful to hear this - the successor of real Apple/Parlophone sound/nature.

The path to liberation - is a fraud, and he, of course, well aware of this when paying for the record [that you could get for free]. in fact, that money was for...

1st voice: how, he still reads newspapers? 2nd voice, answers: probably yes ... 1st voice bewilderment: why does he do it? Third voice (presumably female): he thinks it it the way to join the world. 1st voice, thoughtfully: Yeah ... How much he still must go to ... ~communication breakdown~

~Angry Roller~

It makes me well. And brave.

~Dead.Can.Dance~

~visitor to the cellar of the soul that waits. Waits for the opera to come~

~hardly way to see you~ I knew a guy who is very early married a girl with the same name as this song. They lived-lived, have "amassed" three sons, a bobcat and no treasures but friends. I don't be surprised if I find out that they live so far, and enjoy that The Man with the funny scarf sings a wonderful song about them. Miracle.

~here is a Rush voice~

O!

...and resumed to sound to the now empty room, for the empty room...

~immersed~ They all said: Do not go in blues so deep, don't. I did not listen and slid down, down. It was cool, was cool, then cold. And who remembers me now as someone who trudged from the sounds of Led Zep, eh?

~and there was no danger~

~in a mellow tune~

~sweetheart of mine~

~too heavy a burden~ ... he'll never wake up, nor to fly off. He calls it the "blues-soul-comes-out". He still remains with us, the poor sinners. We, however, only do not know: to rejoice over it, or what? Yeah-h... ~that's true, baby, true~