Taking a lie as truth, taking useless things as large and grand, I unwittingly contributed to the decrease of the common spirit. How to turn back? It seemed no way ...
But now, creating a works of art, no matter how naive they are, I see the…
Taking a lie as truth, taking useless things as large and grand, I unwittingly contributed to the decrease of the common spirit. How to turn back? It seemed no way ...
But now, creating a works of art, no matter how naive they are, I see the…
Sometimes the past in which you felt successful and strong, reminds of fragility of life. It's a sign of that you are in a point of transition and you should make a choice. Or the choice will be made for you. For me.
~for Geoffrey~
Sometimes the past in which you felt successful and strong, reminds of fragility of life. It's a sign of that you are in a point of transition and you should make a choice. Or the choice will be made for you. For me.
~for Geoffrey~
Nobody knows how, what it will be - the future. We look at it, trying to see, to detect something and ... it goes fade, it's always receding, receding ...
~sonaresque~
Nobody knows how, what it will be - the future. We look at it, trying to see, to detect something and ... it goes fade, it's always receding, receding ...
~sonaresque~
It was a sketch for the final topic of amateur black and white film (a.k.a. "Ñlosing credits"), then not used, then forgotten. Then recalled and now free.
~For Trevor, who bravely fights with the ghost from the cellar. Spirit[uals]~
It was a sketch for the final topic of amateur black and white film (a.k.a. "Ñlosing credits"), then not used, then forgotten. Then recalled and now free.
~For Trevor, who bravely fights with the ghost from the cellar. Spirit[uals]~
Nobody knows how, what it will be - the future. We look at it, trying to see, to detect something and ... it goes fade, it's always receding, receding ...
~sonaresque~
It was a sketch for the final topic of amateur black and white film (a.k.a. "Ñlosing credits"), then not used, then forgotten. Then recalled and now free.
~For Trevor, who bravely fights with the ghost from the cellar. Spirit[uals]~
It was a sketch for the final topic of amateur black and white film (a.k.a. "Ñlosing credits"), then not used, then forgotten. Then recalled and now free.
~For Trevor, who bravely fights with the ghost from the cellar. Spirit[uals]~
Nobody knows how, what it will be - the future. We look at it, trying to see, to detect something and ... it goes fade, it's always receding, receding ...
~sonaresque~
Nobody knows how, what it will be - the future. We look at it, trying to see, to detect something and ... it goes fade, it's always receding, receding ...
~sonaresque~
Together with a few guitaresque pieces (some are presented here, "Lettres 'D Amour" or "Mar Adentro" for example), this one was my "swan song" in already so distant 2009.
~Sign Of Hope~
~timeless~
Rhythms of modern life, which comes from the environment and force us to follow, are often (let say, always) does not correspond to our inner rhythms. First, we do not have time to stop, think, or simply do nothing. Then when we…
Together with a few guitaresque pieces (some are presented here, "Lettres 'D Amour" or "Mar Adentro" for example), this one was my "swan song" in already so distant 2009.
~Sign Of Hope~
~timeless~
Rhythms of modern life, which comes from the environment and force us to follow, are often (let say, always) does not correspond to our inner rhythms. First, we do not have time to stop, think, or simply do nothing. Then when we…
I do not think that the Snow Queen will weep forever - no. She is The Queen, not a human woman or so, she will act, thru the ages (how? - that's the question. We'll never know). Ahead of her - eternity. Forever. Or so.
Together with a few guitaresque pieces (some are presented here, "Lettres 'D Amour" or "Mar Adentro" for example), this one was my "swan song" in already so distant 2009.
~Sign Of Hope~
A friend told me a story of a rich man who bought all the products from a failing hardware store and kept it in his tool shed in the backyard. When my friend was instructed to grab a tool from the tool shed he was taken back by the amount of unopened…
FALSE FLAG
If you fall I will pick you up
If you're thirsty i will give you a drink
If you're hungry I will feed you
If you're lonely I will hold you
If you're slow I will slow down
If you're fast I will hurry
But I won't salute your…
Poor old Reg is having yet another mid-life crisis he's trying to work through...ever been there..........
LOST (Lyrics)
i hear the faint whisper of my youth as it’s calls as it disappears
It’s disappeared from me so quick
the shock has shook…
Well Reg had an hour or so to himself today so he decided to let it go.......hope you have your Dancing slippers on you may want to shuffle to this one..........thats if the beat gets you.........it got me......
LETTING IT GO (Lyrics)
I’ve been…
She hangs a little garden
so everyone can fit in her yard
when it's time to take tea
fills it up when they're walking about
they really knew how to twist and shout
and they're always going back that way again
rents a flat with his sister…
but the girls is around
...
Now you're back in town and you claim that you followed the seam fingertips tight on the dream and slapped with some mission of peace but the girls is around with that hip modern remakin' sound yeah you stole it…
(Snakeskin Sally)
Open E tuning - EBEGBE
She wears a snake skin belt that says SALLY
and she's working at the lumber yard
I know you're thinking, "With a job like that
the lady must be hard."
She cuts my glass. Threads my pipe.
She really…
I dwell in Possibility--
A fairer House than Prose--
More numerous of Windows--
Superior--for Doors--
Of Chambers as the Cedars--
Impregnable of Eye--
And for an Everlasting Roof
The Gambrels of the Sky--
Of Visitors--the fairest--
For Occupation--This--
The spreading wide my narrow Hands
To gather Paradise--
Emily Dickinson, "I dwell in possibility" (#657)
Thanks Regs for making my crappy music in to great songs.
Enjoy!!!
Sunday morning and she’s gone
Sunday morning all day long
She’s gone
Now she’s gone I don’t feel a thing
I’m so happy i’m free again
She’s gone
She thought…
HOEDOWN
Hey now. Hoe now. Hey now. Hoe now.
Chop that cotton. row now. Oh. Oh.
...two, three, four. Hoe now. Hey now.
What you got to say, now? Tell me what you
said. What’s in your pretty head now.
Swing your partner. Oh. Allemande right…
Peggy taught me an Eagles song toward the end off our life together. I think it was NEW BOY IN TOWN. (I had no idea what she was telling me.) I took the chord progression from that song and wrote this. Peggy said that was cheating.
WATERMELON…
Comments on igor's stuff
Dreamy piece Igor! Yes, it's never too late to turn around, I think you see it very clearly! Lovely touch there, perfectly played.
poetic piano in the dark.... wonderful....
...same for me, Trevor.
still reminds me of a cloudy day in Berlin
Definitely, gives the sense of euphoria.
I'm at the bottom of the beautiful brimey sea........looking up to the surface....but I can breath....
Very nice Igor
Totally enchanting!
Don't worry about tomorrow - tomorrow will worry about itself. Each day has enough trouble of its own. Great space!
nicely done
And now a little bit spooky.....cheers
Now I feel all spacey".......thank you
sounds like the Andromeda Strain soundtrack, which I am still searching for. Very good sir.
Nice! Has a great swing about it!
Absolutely beautiful! w;-)
This is very good Igor nice one
I do not think that the Snow Queen will weep forever - no. She is The Queen, not a human woman or so, she will act, thru the ages (how? - that's the question. We'll never know). Ahead of her - eternity. Forever. Or so.
Yeah! Dust off the tap dancing shoes. I love this!
Very nice Igor
Quietly intimate!
Comments made by igor
~free flow~
~opening the day~
Dreamily. Singing, being intimate, should not destroy magic here. The main thing - do not overdo with it ;-)
Thank you, my friend, you're The Man. I have written some responses to your comments in the same place where my pieces are.
I hear the whisper of my youth, as it appears. Great voice, man.
My dancing slippers dancing alone, oh! but i don't smile in anyway.
She puts her little garden, Stares down How plants grow, And she never, you hear? Never looked up, There where the trees, Pat the edge of the sky.
Reminds me of Starsailor
...and Sally agreed! ;-)
I dwell in Possibility-- A fairer House than Prose-- More numerous of Windows-- Superior--for Doors-- Of Chambers as the Cedars-- Impregnable of Eye-- And for an Everlasting Roof The Gambrels of the Sky-- Of Visitors--the fairest-- For Occupation--This-- The spreading wide my narrow Hands To gather Paradise-- Emily Dickinson, "I dwell in possibility" (#657)
Well, Trevor, because he is famous for his voice! ~Rampant~
!
I'm still here, I listen all day long. All the songs here. I'm starting to feel like JMT, in fact. Hmm ...
~holy, he leaves the dome, not knowing what will happen~
!
...and these sad snowflakes, they fall slowly and painfully. They are burdened with the knowledge that they will soon melt away***
These flakes are light and funny, they whirl and sparkle***
~snowflakes~
Looks like we got ourselves into a ~situation~ ^_-
~Synthpop, Synthpop~