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

~All things will pass, yeah...~

~Aamu suolla, aina sumuinen aina~ Nice vocals, finnish, unreal.

~under the sign of redshift~ (merkin alla punasiirtymä:)

Sometimes the mood is like water in a creek, flowing, changing, and no one knows where it lead... (to Kirk:)

Maybe a career, or a time... "Two hundred thousand dollars is a lot of money. We're going to have to earn it." (as Blondie write it on a rock in the middle of the graveyard and as well as tells it to Tuco and Angel Eyes)

~tea for six, fretless; slipping up~

~Silenzio è ipnotizzante~

~guitarra real~

~ One voice, covered with dust, Finally made ​​his way Through the copper lines, Where for many years there was nothing. Only the sound of the trumpet, sad, calling. The life means.... ~

You're The Man, Trev.

I listening to it. I flying away.

Saturday morning, the day off with an iPad on the sofa; listening to alonetoners. Svetlana: "...the one who sings now - who?" me: "this is Brett from Illinois". She: "Hmm, let's hear more of his music. Interesting voice"

He said to himself: "I will not want to fly" He kept saying: "'cause I do not want to!" Wax dripped and dripped, tears ... No one wanted to fall down, But too late: you took off already. "Higher!", as they said.

Soldiers on the ground, Have won, How many of them already? How many more will be? I want to be a hero, Too...

Life itself is a waiting, if you try to plan it. What if you do not plan, but just to live?

..they recently moved in, watched telly, so-so, and... a neighbor, according to the old-fashioned custom, decided to go with the cake, get to know them and all that. Who'd have known?

to drorkesser: it is a delay with "tail decay".

Great one, I really like (and proud about) it. Let us think about new one, Trev.

...and thank you all for listening, brothers.

The amazing thing, Trev, is that it is impossible to discover the forgotten, we can only try, and then, if successful, you will receive a "recollection of memories", also different from one time to another. That in itself is interesting, but sometimes it has nothing to do with reality, as I understand. Note: I write this from the train, from Berlin to Hamburg.