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…
Regs therapy is going well. Reg remembers some stories his Uncle Sam told him as a young man. Reg hasn't had a drink for a month now and his head is starting to clear.He has decided to visit Uncle Sam as it has been quite a few years and hopefully…
Well, you are not going to often hear a 70′s metal piece from me. I have to plead affection for genre as it is what I grew up with in my garage band days. In this piece I put to use my stratocaster copy strung up with “Not Even Slinky…
Reminds me that one:
~
People think I'm insane because I am frowning all the time
All day long I think of things but nothing seems to satisfy
Think I'll lose my mind if I don't find something to pacify
Can you help me occupy my brain?
~
(BS, Para...)
()
~I was a realist, and was an idealist, I was the wind and burned with fire. I became mineralist, but that's what - I still don't know ...~
(by way of you and Nick Mason, the drummer, who sang:
...
Erik Satie gets my rocks off, Cage is a dream
Philip Glass is mineralist to the extreme
...
)
Reg has been with the new women in his life now for a while.She has noticed that Reg has an air of sadness around him.She wants to get to the bottom of it.She starts to ask him why? all the time. Reg wants to keep his secrets of his past to himself…
Reg has been caught again by the bottle this time he has nearly gone too far. He paralyzed with drink and hallucinating on the grog he sees his dead Uncle ................
Uncle
The room was spinning, the cartwheels have come,
He’s…
- Sober Voice: Yeah, it's often inherited.
- Principal Voice: But he has enough moral courage, realizing it, to resist?
- Evangelist: Would be Uncle alive he would have suggested how to be, uh...
- Clear Voice: ~silencio~
This is a tale of an anti hero Howard Marks who used the disguise of Mr Nice to cross borders and smuggle huge amounts of drugs, he was caught and sentenced to 25 years. He is now a loveable rogue playing to packed audiences telling tales of…
~nothing is true~
Reg knows that he will not die because there are two of them, and besides, though, he knows that he has nine lives like these ... hmm pussies with a tail, he's not sure on it. But he still does not know that adventure will be........
Reg was in the library reading back issues of the national papers to keep warm because a cold spell had hit the country hard and he had no money for heating. At least he could sit in the library reading until 5pm when it closed. Some strange stories…
Lyrics
Take the lift and your half way up....
Reach the top and your half way up...
You didn’t see your rise, and Lost your way.....
Looking down on the world your tears fall...
You Missed the Beauty of the climb.
And now you’re…
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
~ this bar is never empty, actually ~ there's always someone there ~ underwater bassist, for instance ~ ...or was it a vision, eh?~
~He was The Man~
...and I agree with what you said about Badfinger's Ass - very good record.
~wee tam and the big peaceful~
~still snowing, you don't beleive~
Reminds me that one: ~ People think I'm insane because I am frowning all the time All day long I think of things but nothing seems to satisfy Think I'll lose my mind if I don't find something to pacify Can you help me occupy my brain? ~ (BS, Para...) ()
~I was a realist, and was an idealist, I was the wind and burned with fire. I became mineralist, but that's what - I still don't know ...~ (by way of you and Nick Mason, the drummer, who sang: ... Erik Satie gets my rocks off, Cage is a dream Philip Glass is mineralist to the extreme ... )
What's the strength, bro?
~yet another drunken escapade while listening coz I luv you~
~electricity is shining in my face~
~is it still art or not? yea, this is rap~
- Sober Voice: Yeah, it's often inherited. - Principal Voice: But he has enough moral courage, realizing it, to resist? - Evangelist: Would be Uncle alive he would have suggested how to be, uh... - Clear Voice: ~silencio~
~nothing is true~ Reg knows that he will not die because there are two of them, and besides, though, he knows that he has nine lives like these ... hmm pussies with a tail, he's not sure on it. But he still does not know that adventure will be........
~is a delicate flower~
...and gave him an idea on how to...
~easy humming something quiet, and fly up...~
~brotherhood of us~
For all those who have parted forever, and those who have parted for a while.
Closely watching Reg ups and downs, worried: how is he?
Just agree with Geir.