Lovely! I believe the circus came back to town

Very cool mix mate.

Nice piece Igor. Nicely done.

fun little piece, i like the way it has several different moods/little themes

That was fun for a Sunday morning!

Enchanting and well played piece giving all the flavour of the circus. Lovely!

Oh, wistfully done! Depends upon how you interpret them and if you let them.

very nice,,a bit of romantic melody, to drift away on

Another beauty Igor!

..nice, man.

Nice Igor brilliant mate.

... now we know - clowns just pretended, to scare kids. And in fact they are - good! :-)

excellent stuff, i like a good circus. I enjoy being scared by the clowns

But it'll come back - we know it ;-)

Nothing like a good circus tune! Poor children!

Thanks, man- takes me to an interesting corner of the eighties. Good stuff here! :)

elegantly done igor

great stuff here. thanks for sharing it :)

But the beauty comes through!

Sort of muted and distant, compells the listener to concentrate.

~Bless the Roaring Bear~

Thank you everybody who listened. To Greg: this is Sitar tone, here i use Jupiter 80 and Integra 7, in chain.

...The course of true love...

~ it drifts along, so slow like snow dissolves ~ following Trev

O! ~ life drifts along, so slow like snow dissolves ... of that day ahead ~

Isn't this renaissance chateau, under the arches of which I walked, once...

He told he wanna disappear before it turns (off?) He told "I gotta get it gone" I know he was wrong, I thought I knew... ... Blues, All blues

...he has got his Baton back, stepped out to lights, dimmed........in an empty room, without an audience, he could afford everything, but...

~in doodling we trust~

~elf dance~

He tells a story that begins in the distance, then approaching and passing by, and again... ~Music is to live~

this is awesome, just awesome!

...and that the business is? Yeah! - and what's he building in there? ...what was built, finally? Knock-knocking, what they do - it is unclear. We have a rights to know! ;-)

Snow falls so, quietly begins and ends quietly, too.

Instead of being someone else: Today, we're dreamers And tomorrow, too. We men, who sang, and played and lived by it. All the time, lived it. Well, don't we all fools, Someone else's tools?

Brilliant::..

Hello, friend. Long time no see, right? Here you finally came, My lovely And long-awaiting Headache. I'm falling slowly down... ~where was the love?~

I like the vocals, I like the organ grinder, In a red velvet jacket, Smoked. I don't understand what it was about, But it doesn't matter Emotions speaks for themselves. ~

Well, let me stay with More Than a Feeling, though.

An emaciated dude; rock music swaying, going away...