As if I was a tree,
And would stand in the woods,
Taking the rain and the snow.
As if I was a tree,
Standing in the field,
Looking at the eternal movement of the clouds.
As if I was,
as if ...
As if I was a tree,
And would stand in the woods,
Taking the rain and the snow.
As if I was a tree,
Standing in the field,
Looking at the eternal movement of the clouds.
As if I was,
as if ...
As if I was a tree,
And would stand in the woods,
Taking the rain and the snow.
As if I was a tree,
Standing in the field,
Looking at the eternal movement of the clouds.
As if I was,
as if ...
As if I was a tree,
And would stand in the woods,
Taking the rain and the snow.
As if I was a tree,
Standing in the field,
Looking at the eternal movement of the clouds.
As if I was,
as if ...
As if I was a tree,
And would stand in the woods,
Taking the rain and the snow.
As if I was a tree,
Standing in the field,
Looking at the eternal movement of the clouds.
As if I was,
as if ...
Who to believe? relatives, who drop out over time? loved ones, that dissolve in the night? yourself one, without being sure of anything? to a stranger who disappears at the same moment? Perhaps the question itself is not correct.
Just right for this time of the morning......ahhhh children you've gotta love them even at 4 in the morning .....I do believe your playing is relaxing him and me ....thank you ....I'm now going to disappear ......
Who to believe? relatives, who drop out over time? loved ones, that dissolve in the night? yourself one, without being sure of anything? to a stranger who disappears at the same moment? Perhaps the question itself is not correct.
Who to believe? relatives, who drop out over time? loved ones, that dissolve in the night? yourself one, without being sure of anything? to a stranger who disappears at the same moment? Perhaps the question itself is not correct.
Who to believe? relatives, who drop out over time? loved ones, that dissolve in the night? yourself one, without being sure of anything? to a stranger who disappears at the same moment? Perhaps the question itself is not correct.
Who to believe? relatives, who drop out over time? loved ones, that dissolve in the night? yourself one, without being sure of anything? to a stranger who disappears at the same moment? Perhaps the question itself is not correct.
A mash/mix I created for your Hallow's Eve, with some help from some very talented artists from improvFriday and alonetone.
•3 Witches
MF Hot Wheels Spaulding/Wrinkled Shirt
•Moor Trolls
Roger Sundström
•Music for Ghosts
Movement to Contact…
~ Observation Affects Reality ~ (as used to say Schrödinger's cat)
Schrödinger's cat: A pussycat, along with a flask containing a poison and a radioactive source, is placed in a sealed box shielded against environmentally induced quantum decoherence…
In the end, does this mean that when we are listening to and commenting on the tracks, thereby affect them, to the authors, and even to ourselves? That's what I tried to say here, probably :-)
~ Observation Affects Reality ~ (as used to say Schrödinger's cat)
Schrödinger's cat: A pussycat, along with a flask containing a poison and a radioactive source, is placed in a sealed box shielded against environmentally induced quantum decoherence…
Why Schrodinger and his cat is here?
Generally it is a thought experiment in quantum physics, the cat is taken here as an example (Erwin Schrodinger was fond of cats). The point here is that: the observer (not a person but rather the instrument) affects the experiment, even if he/she "just" watching it.
Well, where does the music, you ask. I will answer this way: a person has more than one language for two-way communication and understanding of the outside world: dance, taste, smell, music, mathematics, poetry / speech. And using them, the person goes to, and affects the outside world, even if he thinks that it is not. No one can be impartial observer.
That's the question: what about our inner world? And in general there is it?
As for this song: it will be updated soon, with chorale and radio transmissions, in two parts, as excerpts from the local long lenght album.
Reg was looking through some old notebooks last night in the cellar and found this one..................Divorce is a terrible thing to experience all the mixed emotions and torment.............
VOICES IN THE NIGHT (Lyrics)
Voices in the…
This is a story written by a friend in England (Andy Rashley) who I also write music with, it is about a guy who had a stalker chick when he was young..then she found him 30 years later on Facebook and started stalking him again...until his wife…
Written for a song challenge to bring awareness to the flooding this past Spring in Australia.
The song was required to have the phrase "water is rising".
Elvis got philosophising in the cellar again last night.........................so Louie and Reg got Bluesy with him and this is what turned out of the session.........
DREAMER(Lyrics)
Well I asked the mirror if my dreams would come true…
Dreamer, you know you are a dreamer
...they also sang:
~
Dreamer, you know you are a dreamer
Well can you put your hands in your head, oh no!
I said dreamer, you're nothing but a dreamer
Well can you put your hands in your head, oh no!
OH NO!
~
Hanging out in the living room with one of my sons, just making stuff up. I wish I'd had the recorder closer to him - whistle too loud, guitar too soft.
You'll never guess who turned up last night but the old Baird himself ....Will....Him and Louie jumped up to do this one for the cellar crowd...........
Comments on igor's stuff
interesting,,, i hear a lot of depth between the notes,,
Absolutely, stunning!
Excelent as always ....Thank you.....
That's a bit special
wow
Absolutely gorgeous!
Beautiful.....
Definitely sooths the soul, keep it up! i love it
~ it drifts along, so slow like snow dissolves ~ following Trev
Nice one mate
Absolutely wonderful!!!!
excellent,, well if your a tree ok,,, but perhaps your a tree near the circus,, there's something so carnival about this,, love it r
...excellent as always......I've always wondered who takes the snow and rain away and now I know It's trees who take it....off course ......
Fits perfectly the description. Or is it the other way around...
Just right for this time of the morning......ahhhh children you've gotta love them even at 4 in the morning .....I do believe your playing is relaxing him and me ....thank you ....I'm now going to disappear ......
So perfect!
Fabulous performance. Браво Бис - I do hope that's right :)
...'sounds good as always, friend! Thanks for listening. :)
Simply Gorgeous!
very beautiful my friend,,, i close my eyes and i can be at the keyboard with you,,,lovely notes that drip through time
Comments made by igor
~ Somewhere in the wind The flames have cooled ~
Here it is, the blues; (:-blowing:-)
Just to say: you're cool man, James!
~nonexistent wave of non-existent knowledge moves me, in~
...dark matter, is it?
-=m.e.g.a..s.o.u.n.d.t.r.a.c.k=-
It starts in Floydian, then the wave, and then ... The next thing a.k.a. "A tail-end" required, as the second part.
In the end, does this mean that when we are listening to and commenting on the tracks, thereby affect them, to the authors, and even to ourselves? That's what I tried to say here, probably :-)
Why Schrodinger and his cat is here? Generally it is a thought experiment in quantum physics, the cat is taken here as an example (Erwin Schrodinger was fond of cats). The point here is that: the observer (not a person but rather the instrument) affects the experiment, even if he/she "just" watching it. Well, where does the music, you ask. I will answer this way: a person has more than one language for two-way communication and understanding of the outside world: dance, taste, smell, music, mathematics, poetry / speech. And using them, the person goes to, and affects the outside world, even if he thinks that it is not. No one can be impartial observer. That's the question: what about our inner world? And in general there is it? As for this song: it will be updated soon, with chorale and radio transmissions, in two parts, as excerpts from the local long lenght album.
~ Because its true I don't love you Its true I can, I'm able to say goodbye Already You're gone I'm free, I'm free To sing ~
~ dewdrops sparkle in the mist as the rare music that bring me the joy every morning every day ~
~funky true story~
~follow the Canal Park skyline~
...moments of weakness, as you know, always precede the moment of force. And vice versa, though. ~from above~
water is rising and it is wide
~Music To Watch The Birds Go By~
Dreamer, you know you are a dreamer ...they also sang: ~ Dreamer, you know you are a dreamer Well can you put your hands in your head, oh no! I said dreamer, you're nothing but a dreamer Well can you put your hands in your head, oh no! OH NO! ~
What a pity that I am not Irish!
~heaven in a living room~
As an unperfect actor on the [cellar] stage, he tried to... but... Was booed by an ungrateful public.