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~
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
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!
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~ 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.