Cowardly Lion: Courage! What makes a king out of a slave? Courage! What makes the flag on the mast to wave? Courage! What makes the elephant charge his tusk in the misty mist, or the dusky dusk? What makes the muskrat guard his musk? Courage…
Cowardly Lion: Courage! What makes a king out of a slave? Courage! What makes the flag on the mast to wave? Courage! What makes the elephant charge his tusk in the misty mist, or the dusky dusk? What makes the muskrat guard his musk? Courage…
After the late naps
I can't get up, as should I?
Where I... Who am I?
Sounds comes, closer,
Ah! - here it is, my world,
Lovely, clear and simple
~
...the state after summer sleep before I (you) have any thoughts, or, more precisely, about…
After the late naps
I can't get up, as should I?
Where I... Who am I?
Sounds comes, closer,
Ah! - here it is, my world,
Lovely, clear and simple
~
...the state after summer sleep before I (you) have any thoughts, or, more precisely, about…
~Essence of a musical box with the ballerina spinning around and around~ /as Bethan said/
~
Calm the night, unstirring,
And the air so clear
Pearls of dew uncurling,
Moonlight rays unfurling
’Cross the glassy mere.
Dulcet waves appeasing…
~Essence of a musical box with the ballerina spinning around and around~ /as Bethan said/
~
Calm the night, unstirring,
And the air so clear
Pearls of dew uncurling,
Moonlight rays unfurling
’Cross the glassy mere.
Dulcet waves appeasing…
After the late naps
I can't get up, as should I?
Where I... Who am I?
Sounds comes, closer,
Ah! - here it is, my world,
Lovely, clear and simple
~
...the state after summer sleep before I (you) have any thoughts, or, more precisely, about…
~Essence of a musical box with the ballerina spinning around and around~ /as Bethan said/
~
Calm the night, unstirring,
And the air so clear
Pearls of dew uncurling,
Moonlight rays unfurling
’Cross the glassy mere.
Dulcet waves appeasing…
~
Memories long in music sleeping,
No more sleeping,
No more dumb:
Delicate phantoms softly creeping
Softly back from the old-world come.
Faintest odours around them straying,
Suddenly straying
In chambers dim;
Whispering silks in order…
~Essence of a musical box with the ballerina spinning around and around~ /as Bethan said/
~
Calm the night, unstirring,
And the air so clear
Pearls of dew uncurling,
Moonlight rays unfurling
’Cross the glassy mere.
Dulcet waves appeasing…
~Essence of a musical box with the ballerina spinning around and around~ /as Bethan said/
~
Calm the night, unstirring,
And the air so clear
Pearls of dew uncurling,
Moonlight rays unfurling
’Cross the glassy mere.
Dulcet waves appeasing…
~Essence of a musical box with the ballerina spinning around and around~ /as Bethan said/
~
Calm the night, unstirring,
And the air so clear
Pearls of dew uncurling,
Moonlight rays unfurling
’Cross the glassy mere.
Dulcet waves appeasing…
~
Memories long in music sleeping,
No more sleeping,
No more dumb:
Delicate phantoms softly creeping
Softly back from the old-world come.
Faintest odours around them straying,
Suddenly straying
In chambers dim;
Whispering silks in order…
~
Memories long in music sleeping,
No more sleeping,
No more dumb:
Delicate phantoms softly creeping
Softly back from the old-world come.
Faintest odours around them straying,
Suddenly straying
In chambers dim;
Whispering silks in order…
~
Memories long in music sleeping,
No more sleeping,
No more dumb:
Delicate phantoms softly creeping
Softly back from the old-world come.
Faintest odours around them straying,
Suddenly straying
In chambers dim;
Whispering silks in order…
~
Memories long in music sleeping,
No more sleeping,
No more dumb:
Delicate phantoms softly creeping
Softly back from the old-world come.
Faintest odours around them straying,
Suddenly straying
In chambers dim;
Whispering silks in order…
~
Memories long in music sleeping,
No more sleeping,
No more dumb:
Delicate phantoms softly creeping
Softly back from the old-world come.
Faintest odours around them straying,
Suddenly straying
In chambers dim;
Whispering silks in order…
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
Way to go Igor. You brought a little class to this joint!
"Lions and tigers and bears, oh my". Brave and perky little number here Igor.
Crystal clear waters...shining and sparkling in golden sunlight...beware those hidden depths. Beautiful!
Your music sounds as if you are lost in your thoughts and just letting it flow. Such talent!
Big smiley face from me! I will send you my invoice. Ha ha ha!
Updated to "as Bethan said" :-)
Dreamy!
Beautiful!
Wonderful playing...
Wonderful..... I've lifted the lid off a magic box.... And spring is inside
cool tones.
Essence of a musical box with the ballerina spinning around and around! Delicately done!
A piece of musical spendour Igor.
Updated, becomes more like a concert. Thank you all.
Beautiful...
How Beautiful!
Absolutely wonderful!
Wonderful sense of longing in this one. Beautiful!
..pretty, man! Thanks for checking that stuff out. :)
Lovely, it sounds like it's being carried on the wind!
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.