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…
Well Reg got to thinking about his Hippie past and that its nearly time to go mushroom picking again before that first frost............i had nothing to do with it by the way....i'm innocent your honor ......Honest "Guv"....
Picking the Shroom…
I don't get up early,
It's almost as dusk
I collect fireflies,
As shooting stars,
I put them to the bag
To spill them to the black sky
When gets dark
When gets dark
Reg and Regfunkel reunion tour 2012...live in the Bunker...
Yesterday's Dreamer
Yesterday's dreamer sat on the sidewalk
Trying to find a way through his clouded mind
There was no rhyme or reason
To why he was feeling so down inside…
First voice, out of the corner: "... a man comes in his best when he is free and alone, as here."
Crowd: "Come on, man!"
Second voice, close to scene: "I don't know what he's doing, or where, but he's certainly not a fool."
~a cappella~
Summer Sun
Sitting in the summer sun
The heat warms the soul
Sitting reminiscing
Got no particular place go
life is all around me
The motion of the birds and bees
Is like heaven to me
Heaven to me
I lay out in an open field
Making…
...it's like a breeze, warm enough, from the past, which warms. It's like those clouds that looked like elephants, or rabbits, or...
Summertime, as it will be for someone, as it was for someone. And how it passed.
This is an ode for a good friend of mine that had took his own life at the end of last year. I was in the midst of writing some other songs and it stopped me in my tracks. I just wrote basically how I felt about this tragic ending to a very special…
To listen when timelessness.
~The road to the heights of knowledge is never easy, but it exists~
Also:
"He was asleep when the boy looked in the door in the morning. It was blowing so hard that the drifting-boats would not be going out…
Reg and Regfunkel reunion tour 2012...live in the Bunker...
Yesterday's Dreamer
Yesterday's dreamer sat on the sidewalk
Trying to find a way through his clouded mind
There was no rhyme or reason
To why he was feeling so down inside…
Yesterday's dreamer sat on the sidewalk,
Looked at the road traveled,
Tried to see it make sense,
And couldn't.
Or, maybe the meaning of the way is in the way itself, so dusty and lonely ..?
One of my favourites from the 60's. Stones recorded this one twice: with strings and with vibes. I've done it with cajon and a little grit.
Thanks for listening.
Sandy
Noodling with the "art guitar" in DADGAD tuning in the Serra sculpture Vortex at the FW MOMA. No fx added, all natural reverb/delay inside the structure.
Noodling with the "art guitar" in DADGAD tuning in the Serra sculpture Vortex at the FW MOMA. No fx added, all natural reverb/delay inside the structure.
Fort Worth/Vortex: the right place to strum, which goes into effect, which, in turn, moves the world around. I think so now, when listening to these VSs. Thank you Kavin, who is from planet Texas.
the first iteration of AFC was supposed to be this group, my old band American Catastrophe and singer Janette Salsbury singing. We had a couple practices, but never played live or recorded anything. The songs we played wound up on the first…
Instrumental Acoustic Guitar.
Written in 2010 for the wedding of a very good friend of mine, Jason. It was the processional, playing while the wedding crew walked down the aisle. Played it with montgomeru (who also wrote the recessional…
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
I don't get up early, It's almost as dusk I collect fireflies, As shooting stars, I put them to the bag To spill them to the black sky When gets dark When gets dark
Reg and Regfunkel, Viva Reunion! But hey, who's Regfunkel..? :-)
First voice, out of the corner: "... a man comes in his best when he is free and alone, as here." Crowd: "Come on, man!" Second voice, close to scene: "I don't know what he's doing, or where, but he's certainly not a fool." ~a cappella~
...it's like a breeze, warm enough, from the past, which warms. It's like those clouds that looked like elephants, or rabbits, or... Summertime, as it will be for someone, as it was for someone. And how it passed.
~Friends 'll Be Friends~
...incl. the early 20th century Russian anarchist anthem "The Roast Chicken". Yes!
Yes, this is my piece and yes, I've played it. Glad that you liked, honestly.
~ Let your children play If ya give this man a ride Sweet memory will die Killer on the road, yeah Jazz is on the road ~
...here comes The Jazz, live.
Good steps of Giants. Well indeed.
...ginger cat walks gingerly on wet grass. Then, in the seventies...
Here it is, the spirit of freedom as it is; as it's clear from the misty Russian latitudes. Yes!
Yesterday's dreamer sat on the sidewalk, Looked at the road traveled, Tried to see it make sense, And couldn't. Or, maybe the meaning of the way is in the way itself, so dusty and lonely ..?
Stones recorded this one twice, Gritt ones, also great-n-drunk. I'm out of, too...
Here is the correct way to play the guitar as an orchestra. The development of the strings resonates to the shiny constellations
~Reg The Man~
Fort Worth/Vortex: the right place to strum, which goes into effect, which, in turn, moves the world around. I think so now, when listening to these VSs. Thank you Kavin, who is from planet Texas.
He found his funk, He was locked up in, But hey, Is the way out, eh? ;-)
"A" is for Apathy, clear. "J" becomes for Janette since then.
~ So now, After the years, I took the guitar to, as of old, Play nice and simple. The procession ... ~