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.
Reg is back in love the broken heart has healed and he wants to tell the world .........
ONLY YOU (Lyrics)
I surrender my life
I surrender my dreams
I surrender my thoughts
Because it’s true i love you
I love only
You are the sun…
New one from me. It's ended up as a bit of a "crying into yer beer at Bob's Country Bunker" sort of song lol...
I've been sat on these lyrics in some form or another for absolutely years. I first wrote them one very dark night a few years after…
Reg's little homage to Elizabeth Taylor who passed away today, the piano is a little dodgy and the lyrics and the singing in parts as i'm following my dodgy playing, it will have to be revisited but i thought i'd share anyway as i would forget…
~Reg has no reason to afraid of Virginia Woolf anymore, she was gone. He is sadly quiet. Me too~
P.S. I'm ready to try writing the piano/organ/strings part here (not sure it'll be so dodgy as you did but...), let me know how.
P.P.S. Cleopatra...
This is about the free spirit soaring high above the seas, forests, cities and times.
~There is no dark side in the moon, really. As a matter of fact it's all dark~
"Luna":
Ir, nunca volver al viento sur...
Ni dejar marcas de arena o rastros.
Yo estaré bien en la marea.
Luna, guía mis pasos
encauzados por lágrimas de mar.
Ir, nunca volver al viento sur, perfecto y frío
Surcaré grises cuerpos…
This is about the free spirit soaring high above the seas, forests, cities and times.
~There is no dark side in the moon, really. As a matter of fact it's all dark~
This is about the free spirit soaring high above the seas, forests, cities and times.
~There is no dark side in the moon, really. As a matter of fact it's all dark~
To Richard (with thanks for listening btw):
...well constructed: No, I almost do not use MIDI, this is a live recording from one of my local concerts, Yamaha Clavinova, and the second part is same live recording, but with live switching to Yamaha Clavinova / Rhodes.
...two different pieces: here it is presented as it was played (as one piece, in two parts). At a local album that I released, it was in two pieces, one after another, without the 2 seconds pause. A small problem of net-music is that it became difficult to release a concept album as me, a composer, has designed it. So here I've put this play in such a "pristine" (say - original) form
Some effects, as well as the sounds of the summer forest from our countryside house, were appended to the record later, when mixing. For ~the mood~
This is about the free spirit soaring high above the seas, forests, cities and times.
~There is no dark side in the moon, really. As a matter of fact it's all dark~
Poor old Reg he cant figure it out!! ........ since he's been listening to his self help tapes to stop drinking he has never got any money and he just doesn't understand it, he keeps working coming home relaxing to the tape........... then when…
I really wanted to play this one nicely, but every time i pressed 'record' and started to play, i made a mistake... so, after many tries i just decided left it like this (for the moment, at least...)
I hope you like and/or enjoy this one.
Recording is always difficult. For example, I always keep one of Logic ON and it writes and writes ... But always ready. And I do not think about to press record and stuck. Spontaneous playing sometimes better, more natural.
Reg had some dodgy fish and entered the arena of the unwell which is why he has not been seen for a few days now. He has been to that place where the mind takes you, where you are in the arena of dream because the mind will not let you sleep…
Reg went to a funeral of an old friend the other day. He then went for a drink in the cellar and got chatting with Vincent Price and Elvis about life being just a game that you couldn't win no matter how well you played . Reg started jamming over…
Reg has been reading the papers this afternoon and his a little worried about the big wide world so he's gone down cellar to have a chat with Elvis and between the two of them they came up with this little number......It's what they had to do…
---We have not noticed how they began the war against all, against friends, against neighbors, against themselves. So what do we do to keep the big wide world? Really just do not say goodbye?---
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
~from moments to moments~
~thin tunes out of only twelve notes...~
~ Only you can make this world seem simple Only you can make the darkness darker In order to better see ~
What remains, what will be - don't write down but to remember, but to sing. Live with them and with them go...
~briefly and clearly~
~Reg has no reason to afraid of Virginia Woolf anymore, she was gone. He is sadly quiet. Me too~ P.S. I'm ready to try writing the piano/organ/strings part here (not sure it'll be so dodgy as you did but...), let me know how. P.P.S. Cleopatra...
~and everything under the sun is in tune~ (Waters)
~The sound is before the word, and music prior to language~ (R.H., The Poet)
Bienvenidos, mi querido maestro Kirk :-)
~...wears a hat. And also sings well, incidentally~
~From tragedy to comedy is just one step, and sometimes not. Oddity~
To Richard (with thanks for listening btw): ...well constructed: No, I almost do not use MIDI, this is a live recording from one of my local concerts, Yamaha Clavinova, and the second part is same live recording, but with live switching to Yamaha Clavinova / Rhodes. ...two different pieces: here it is presented as it was played (as one piece, in two parts). At a local album that I released, it was in two pieces, one after another, without the 2 seconds pause. A small problem of net-music is that it became difficult to release a concept album as me, a composer, has designed it. So here I've put this play in such a "pristine" (say - original) form Some effects, as well as the sounds of the summer forest from our countryside house, were appended to the record later, when mixing. For ~the mood~
~Light music for meditation before, during and after the meal~
Miniatures, usually is the quintessence of momentary mood and / or impulse of the soul. This one is ...
~Thou don't feel anything, don't feel, don't ... And then thou wake up - and ...!~
Recording is always difficult. For example, I always keep one of Logic ON and it writes and writes ... But always ready. And I do not think about to press record and stuck. Spontaneous playing sometimes better, more natural.
~on the day Reg was born, Elvis was out catching an enormous uncatchable fish, using his wedding ring as bait~
~Fifteen men on a dead man's chest~
~The Steadfast Tin Soldier~ Wonderful tiny piano piece.
---We have not noticed how they began the war against all, against friends, against neighbors, against themselves. So what do we do to keep the big wide world? Really just do not say goodbye?---