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.
This is a Brain Damage. According to the title and genre of the songs here can not be mistakes as well as "notes out of tune". Important is your enjoyment in the game, and if it was, it is our pleasure while listening. C'mon!
One of my favorites. It was recorded a long long time ago while I was a freshman at Queens College, NY. If you like it, check out my page on Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/Boris.Shpitalnik
Another classic recorded "back in the day" when I was just a tiny little freshman fry.. Check out my page on facebook at: http://www.facebook.com/Boris.Shpitalnik
By the way: what is this mysterious square iPods with a scroll wheel on each of its sides that you use instead of portrait? I do not remember this model from Apple ... P.S. Let me suggest that it is ... hmm ... Schrödinger's paradox box, for example :-)
...and yes - Floyd is Floyd, absolutely agree.
This is a composition from July's '96, and it could be said that it belongs to a period in which i was listening to, and composing, in a kind of 'baroque' style, very influenced by J. S. Bach. I hope you like and/or enjoy it.
.......if there not the one,should you keep looking, if so for how long...........well Reg threw Henwrench's music into the cellar and what bounced out was a song he wasn't suspecting....
Love me tender
I've been alone now seems to long…
~Puzzles, misterious, riddles~
Ghosts do not speak - they communicate with gestures, in silence. We consider them mysterious. I wonder what they think we are? What if they, as well as some of us thinks about them, to believe that we don't exist? And also what if... Oh, I think got carried away :-) Good piece, really.
P.S. I did like this - I run it on the cyclic play (I recommend to try). Drift...
View the footage with music [at youtube](http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aQZDRKD8oSA&hd=1)
After watching the video of the tsunami devastating the shores of Japan, I couldn't work anymore. So instead I sat down to dedicate a few hours of…
Not being particularly religious, I still believe that the soul exists and that it does not die.
The prologue and epilogue of this piece were recorded in Basilique Sacre Coeur, Paris, on March, 11th 2011.
~For those who left and those who…
To Beth: ...all those steps: this is not a plain steps. It's - movement and breath of the people around me, it's lively atmosphere, and, I think, a sense of belonging. We are all - one. At that moment, at least.
Our lovely cat Minimini is such a nice cat. She loved to go outside with me in the snow. And so I had to make some music and video with her.
This was in January 2010
This track is from the 1986 Scartaglen album "The Middle Path". The first tune "Jezaig" was composed by Breton musician Gilles Le Bigot. The second tune is one of the "Cantigas de Santa Maria" and is attributed to King Alfonso X of Spain
Roger…
Where are these people? Were they really or it is simple stories of that type that infinitely tell and is lazy discuss in pubs in the evenings? The answer will come, not soon. Or never.
~was a Kansas City based Celtic~
A bit of a ding dong in the cellar last night while on a Bender Reg, was sitting at the bar talking to himself an met J. M. Barrie. They disagreed on something and argued into the night...........but they left together........
.. and then the Scottish man said: "Why can't you fly now, bro?"
And he answered him: "Because I am grown up. When people grow up they forget the way."
Barry, promply: "Why do they forget the way?"
Reg, after a minute: "Because they are no longer happy and innocent and heartless..."
And then they left together, towards the night.
P.S. A bit of a ding-dong was from the toaster, that's what.
The darkness has come to haunt Reg again.....
The Darkness comes again
Disbeliever what is your name
Your calling out from the dark again
I hear your words but there not what they say
in my mind there as clear as mud
The trodden…
While Reg was travelling the country he met an old Indian gentleman called Abdul Aziz in a newsagents in the city of Bradford in the North of England while buying his morning paper. Reg struck up a conversation with the old man and they got on…
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
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This is a Brain Damage. According to the title and genre of the songs here can not be mistakes as well as "notes out of tune". Important is your enjoyment in the game, and if it was, it is our pleasure while listening. C'mon!
~magnetique stripe; a quietus as final cut~
The revolutionary spirit of Texas. Miraculously survived.
what a clarinet! ~Vandoren~
~light and shadow of that will never come back~
~otra tarde, una más de las ásperas soleadas tardes en continuo~
By the way: what is this mysterious square iPods with a scroll wheel on each of its sides that you use instead of portrait? I do not remember this model from Apple ... P.S. Let me suggest that it is ... hmm ... Schrödinger's paradox box, for example :-) ...and yes - Floyd is Floyd, absolutely agree.
...waiting for a a peaceful beast. ~ La bestia en la puerta~
Here's how I would like to play. Thank you Roberto.
I remember Slade. Ambrose Slade. You?
~Puzzles, misterious, riddles~ Ghosts do not speak - they communicate with gestures, in silence. We consider them mysterious. I wonder what they think we are? What if they, as well as some of us thinks about them, to believe that we don't exist? And also what if... Oh, I think got carried away :-) Good piece, really. P.S. I did like this - I run it on the cyclic play (I recommend to try). Drift...
~fluke-chains, adrift out of nowhere to nowhere~
Enjoyed how it's happily ends on 'A maj' :-) And how it was, from beginning to the end. ~Song of hope~
Weep for those who were not, for those who left us and those who are just arriving. ~This time Superfrog will not save~
To Beth: ...all those steps: this is not a plain steps. It's - movement and breath of the people around me, it's lively atmosphere, and, I think, a sense of belonging. We are all - one. At that moment, at least.
~passages and chants of the innocent forest people~
Where are these people? Were they really or it is simple stories of that type that infinitely tell and is lazy discuss in pubs in the evenings? The answer will come, not soon. Or never. ~was a Kansas City based Celtic~
.. and then the Scottish man said: "Why can't you fly now, bro?" And he answered him: "Because I am grown up. When people grow up they forget the way." Barry, promply: "Why do they forget the way?" Reg, after a minute: "Because they are no longer happy and innocent and heartless..." And then they left together, towards the night. P.S. A bit of a ding-dong was from the toaster, that's what.
~Didn't lose the one who realizes a loss~
...and they said: "Never trust a man named Abdul Aziz, a friend. Especially if he is al-Hakim". But he didn't listen.