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…
Who should come down the cellar to see Elvis but Bon Scott. Reg got on with him like a house on fire, i mean they have a lot in common. Reg told him all about his new love. S o they decided to jam and this is what they came up with…
Reg has finally brought Bon round and he wants to get straight up and sing............Reg cant stop him ...Well, who can stop a man who's been on the shine... the only problem is that he is blind and he couldn't see the controls on the amp…
Reg was talking to Elvis about Frank and he told him something he didn't know.you can have it all then at the end not remember it which is what happened to Frank the grind ground him down a sad ending for a great man......Dementia is a cruel end…
Reg's friend, Austin has a crush on this girl Louise who is way out of his reach. He is trying to pluck up the courage to tell her how he feels about her. He writes poetry about her. He goes to the bar where she works so he can see her communicate…
To land off? With weights on his feet? Possible. Just tell her about it directly. She refuse. Because if she didn't feel you before - she don't feel you now. And then...
They were all in the cellar and Louis heard this great tune by the Farfetched Tangmo Band and had to recite this story he had heard of Jack and Jill... so here it is.............
Well, who do think came down the cellar last night... Yep! you guested it, Charlie Sheen, he was none too happy. He should have been if the girls with him were anything to go by. He'd come to talk to Elvis about handling the Yes men and how he…
Over the weekend Reg had gone back to his home town where he come from and met up with a few of his friends from whey back when. He found that he seemed like stranger. He was sitting telling Elvis about his weekend. Elvis felt sorry for Reg because…
Reg has just finished reading the Sunday Times it's quite a read and he has decided he has had enough of bad news. So he is going to try something different to try to carry on getting his kicks before the whole shit-house falls down…
Desirea has done a number on Reg, she stole his Credit cards birth certificate and passport and has cloned him to at least a dozen banks that he knows of. He has lost his house his car everything he has./ And to top it all he cant sleep for missing…
~images of bygone days~
This was 2009, and it was a photo contest to provide seven pictures of a story and all that. I, together with other, more talented photographers, was in.
In parallel with the images I have written short seven neo…
The Cacaphony of the Kaleidoscopy, and a nod to 70's progressive rock. Brace yourself - this is a long one!
Falling Is Never
(Lyrics by Aaron Strebs, Music by Jana Persson)
Years between life, between panic, a lie
between she who would…
Reg once had a childhood friend that gave in to temptation and the depths of addiction, this track is about what he saw when the Black Velvet glove took control. The degradation of a poor soul who lost his grip on reality and fell to depths so…
Child's letter to the editor of the newspaper "Reg Herald":
Dear Reg, I'm sorry you're so worried about what happened to you. I've been thinking how to help you - and I find no answer, yet. Parents say that it is necessary to cope on their own and... Yes: never give up. Let me advise you the same thing, my dear Reg.
Sincerely yours,
Regina Scott
P.S. It isn't helped to me, but maybe it can help to you.
Reg once had a childhood friend that gave in to temptation and the depths of addiction, this track is about what he saw when the Black Velvet glove took control. The degradation of a poor soul who lost his grip on reality and fell to depths so…
Early seventies type electric blues thing.
Here's some lyrics:
Bye Bi Baby
Sorry to see you fly
Bye Bi Baby
Sorry to see you fly
You wanted the one thing I couldn't give you
No matter how hard I tried
Bye Bi Baby
We had some fun…
This is the song that's responsible for the creation of this band in the first place. It was originally intended to be used with another band of mine, but kept growing and changing, until it no longer suited that band.
Since then, I have a full…
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!
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On the way down to a very personal Hell of Fire, with Mr. R.Belford.
~Dreams of you all through his head~ it's an open door...
~sadness and corn beverage~no blues~
Dementia as happiness at the end of ends ~Queen Square~
To land off? With weights on his feet? Possible. Just tell her about it directly. She refuse. Because if she didn't feel you before - she don't feel you now. And then...
There are Two Regas: one is horrible, loud and all that. And there is another... here he is - a quiet romantic, huh?
I saw a wall in that cellar, once. And there was the inscription: "Satchmo was here".
Old Anglaise. If really were anything to go by :-)
~to cheer him up to roll-roll-roll. Down~
~Reg can thought~
~tapes don't burn~
O you, my Desirea, you artful! Come back, o Des, and I forgive you, and I love you despite of everything! ~the story is rolling down~
For those who are not in a hurry or who have no hurry, at all. For a peaceful and relaxing listening.
I tighten the belt, hear to the end and no fell. On the contrary, I liked it. Loud is necessary, though.
Child's letter to the editor of the newspaper "Reg Herald": Dear Reg, I'm sorry you're so worried about what happened to you. I've been thinking how to help you - and I find no answer, yet. Parents say that it is necessary to cope on their own and... Yes: never give up. Let me advise you the same thing, my dear Reg. Sincerely yours, Regina Scott P.S. It isn't helped to me, but maybe it can help to you.
...where are the friends? where is that time that seemed so light and simple? ~was a dream once. Now is a faint memory~
Yeah, she definitely wanted somebody with two less... Let her.
Reminds me of Roy Smeck - my favorite ukulele performer. How I love this tiny guitars! Thanks.
~I do not like rock'n'roll music... It's too loud... I like soft music, pop music... Ah! Polka, for instance, or something like this one tune~ ^_^
[ Let's all be there in the end. We will ]