~Decrepit shadow of a piano in the shadows of former visitors~
I've played in such a cafe, a long time ago, for a meal/drink, thru the night. Surreal it was; second life. Yeah ...
~Decrepit shadow of a piano in the shadows of former visitors~
I've played in such a cafe, a long time ago, for a meal/drink, thru the night. Surreal it was; second life. Yeah ...
~Decrepit shadow of a piano in the shadows of former visitors~
I've played in such a cafe, a long time ago, for a meal/drink, thru the night. Surreal it was; second life. Yeah ...
~Spinning the Squirrel Wheel~
Spinning-spinning our globe, and we're in spin with it, servants of spin. What if we actually just ... snowflakes? We are spinning all our lives, sometimes together but often apart. Is it sad? And, if so, then…
~Spinning the Squirrel Wheel~
Spinning-spinning our globe, and we're in spin with it, servants of spin. What if we actually just ... snowflakes? We are spinning all our lives, sometimes together but often apart. Is it sad? And, if so, then…
.... like a thousand souls escaping....... now were in the mystery....somethings wicked this way comes.....it's ok its passed us.....carry on playing.......astounding
~Through the night, and darkness, we rush forward to the tops of the universe. What for we're?~
The original version of this song was composed, written and mixed on board of the night train to Berlin, in 2004. Here is an updated version number…
Me voy por ese camino,
Estoy fuera de la carretera,
Estoy en un mundo abierto,
Lo cerca que estuve con alguien que está ya inventado por el,
Estoy en un mundo abierto,
Ahora ...
~
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…
The reunion was on...they came from far and wide....it was held on Easter Sunday down at.....the new cellar of Regs...chiseled in to the Yorkshire Granite ....sound proofed....bomb proof.....as they say it started with a beat...everything was…
Naively conceived, written and published in February 2012 for "Contemporary Chamber Music" (vol.1), an RPM12 album.
The titles of the pieces in album are follow each other in a certain order - see album description.
Yes, it's a whisper, but the whisper of the ocean. Have you heard the whisper of the ocean? That's a big call-up and big sound, determined and persistent.
Interpretation of that we see comes from us, so, therefore, is not objective. Seems, there is no objectivity here, none at all. But then why do we try again and again to learn, to understand, to feel?
The question is still the same: who are…
Hi Richard, thank you for listening. The instruments I've used here are: Roland V-Synth GT (general orchestration if I can say so :-) and, for the flute and trumpet, Roland Jupiter 80.
In the old days you could dodge the collectin man if your money wasn't right.Nowadays they can remotely shut off your lights,cable,internet-put your stuff out on the curb. So this is a bittersweet trip down nostalgia lane.
Another Live performance with former band mates in Scartaglen back in 1988 on the NPR show Mountain Stage. This time a piece of Gaelic mouth music followed by 3 reels. Maybe the most complex arrangement of a set of tunes that we ever did.
W/M by Tharek Mokbul
-Lyrics-
When the world is in battle,
It grows hard to see,
The fights that occur within lines.
Constant distraction dispensed
From the top
of the castle
With oil down its sides.
All of the effort
now wasted…
#4 for the RPM Challenge.
Have you heard this melody before? This is one of those where I wonder if I've unconsciously "borrowed" something from someone. Translation: the Fly Boat, like the tourist boats that ply the river Seine and their bright…
This song is inspired by the struggles currently going on in Syria....here are the lyrics:
Out in the streets, an awakening has begun
You brandish posters, they point a gun
Scrawled on the pavement with blood and tears
Says we the people…
My RPM challenge this year: acoustic guitar instrumental album with no more than three tracks on each tune (ok, maybe four!)
This one is a single track with no overdubs. On the 12 string, the 4th,5th and 6th string pairs are tuned a fourth apart.
We walled ourselves in apartments and rooms away from each other. Random thoughts and mundane life was grinding us to a halt inside. Some days, we were tyrants, and some days we were saints.
Written by Greg Connor
Lyrics:
River run away with me
I got my paddle in my hand
Take me far away from here
Take me to the sea
Take me somewhere I don’t know
Take me where the water goes
Start out fast, then go slow
Closer to the…
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Screenplay worthy! w;-)
If the make believe cafe was in Berlin i may have heard you. I used to frequent the place quite often. Nice coffee if i recall.........
my kinda cafe.
Wow...this is how I feel right now.
Can I use the "about" as lyrics for a song this rpm????????????????? Love this quirky delight!
Witty little piece.
Atmospherique!!!
Oui, toujours l'amour! Certainment!
Breath taking... w;-)
.... like a thousand souls escaping....... now were in the mystery....somethings wicked this way comes.....it's ok its passed us.....carry on playing.......astounding
Oooh, this is some pretty! Pretty and then some!
Lovely.
Beautiful.
Beautiful! That feeling of longing for something as yet undefined
For all those who have parted forever, and those who have parted for a while.
wonderful,,music after my own heart,,,,
it does capture the coldness of it all definitely. nice synthwork
thanks for checking out JD, that's a real oldie! But a personal fave I still play live everytime.
nice one!
Wow! Great track!
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Here I remember The Cars with Candy-O, do now know why... just getting off :-)
Me voy por ese camino, Estoy fuera de la carretera, Estoy en un mundo abierto, Lo cerca que estuve con alguien que está ya inventado por el, Estoy en un mundo abierto, Ahora ... ~
~thank you for listening~
There is no Emptiness really, matter of fact it's all...
~My funny Solitude~
I, staring at the dishes, I, think that I admire, I, consider myself an expert, But there's something here that I do not know, Does not give me rest.
Trev in his element as Master of Cellaria...!
Yes, it's a whisper, but the whisper of the ocean. Have you heard the whisper of the ocean? That's a big call-up and big sound, determined and persistent.
Hi Richard, thank you for listening. The instruments I've used here are: Roland V-Synth GT (general orchestration if I can say so :-) and, for the flute and trumpet, Roland Jupiter 80.
I staying true to my core values, I drink bitter one, I'm Elder, too old to be free...
A good canvas. Now would also add "lifeline" (kinda "theme" or "solo") and then ... huh ...?
~ we dance all night and sing and drink - why don't we? ~ Thank you, Kirk
~ I don't cut off the tails, and don't see where to look, I do love life as it is, even if my scissors are hopelessly blunt, hopelessly blunt... ~
...and their bright spotlights attract me at night. Here I go...
The time has come to let them go, Nick.
Links of the chain, as separated notes, you divided, still. When you'll unite?
He was always a loner, But didn't despair, He strum, And he strum, And he strum. singing
Such a guitar masterwork, yeah.
O-o!
~slowly the river flows, it bears me there where I never was~