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…
Agreed with Carey Wolff article "Ghost of John Murphy's Voices" from: http://www.fwweekly.com/2014/01/29/killer-or-filler-22/
Also: hope that ghosts will not sell all gear and promptly *** :)
No more sin or sorrow foolish fancy to a fault
No more dirth upon the land that withers under the assault
No more Babylon behavior bobbing up and down and up
until we drown away each memory scattered from a shattered cup. No more crying for…
No rhyme, no reason, just a colony of mournful machines piping their clangorous, grinding sonorisms at each other across an barren electronic landscape.
This will also be some of the source material that I will process later into something…
The "umph" heard round the world.
This month the killing of Lee Harvey Oswald will be 50 years ago.
A remembrance by GHOST OF JOHN MURPHY. On the VOICES CD.
(C) 2013 Royal T Music
I was passing by a darkened church this evening, as the wind danced through the trees, looking though the a window, i noticed a single candle lit, flickering on the alter step, casting a shadow within.. as i pressed an ear to the dusty glass…
A very Merry Christmas to you all ....Thanks for listening...i got me a cry baby she's still not tamed but a lot of fun so i had too try her out and this is the outcome.. hope you enjoy!!
Reg is getting all sentimental and wants to help his fellow man on the lead up to Christmas....i think secretly he's just working on his Karma to get a bigger present......
This Christmas Day
It’s Christmas day and he’s on his knee’s, on his…
Asthma is thought to be caused by a combination of genetic and environmental factors. In other words, they don't know what's causing it. And haven't been able to come up with a cure either.
- to princess...
Yeah, I know, it's early. But the Banjo Hangout is having a contest for banjo renditions of this tune, and I decided to toss my hat in the ring, so to speak. Might win the 6-string banjo first prize, which I can't imagine having any use for, or…
Reg is spending too much time in the cellar watching the news on TV, reading the papers and conspiracy theories on the internet. He's started to get Paranoid…he's come up with his own conspiracy theory…i keep telling him he's just paranoid…
Here I played on Roland Jupiter 80 and Roland Integra 7 synthesizers (incredible instruments for all those who love and who live with sounds and emotions); chained/multilayered; live recording.
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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Agreed with Carey Wolff article "Ghost of John Murphy's Voices" from: http://www.fwweekly.com/2014/01/29/killer-or-filler-22/ Also: hope that ghosts will not sell all gear and promptly *** :)
!
...then I, without special reason, descended into the abyss of black of bass. Will I find there what you need? Or, on the way, I lost myself?
~The Soundtrack of Their Lives~
~Reg's Toy Story~
~JMT, The Man~
~Forgotten memories of past prayers and the future-what-we-don't-know~
Sunrise Pickup, indeed:)
…and let the champagne flow!
What could be better than your song here in Cologne rainy day? Listening...
Superb.
~The Penguin Café~
Great, and in time. Christmas soon...
Los sueños de insomnio~
...only he and Mrs. Helicon, together and [still] free.
racing like a blocky fireball dancing like a long-way ghost yeah...
Oh, look what I found - excellent song!
~ I have long been on the road, and on the dusty road to Nazareth I met a tramp, who was an eagle, and then we went together. ~
...and cuddle me real tight.
Here I played on Roland Jupiter 80 and Roland Integra 7 synthesizers (incredible instruments for all those who love and who live with sounds and emotions); chained/multilayered; live recording.