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.

~All things will pass, yeah...~

~Aamu suolla, aina sumuinen aina~ Nice vocals, finnish, unreal.

~under the sign of redshift~ (merkin alla punasiirtymä:)

Sometimes the mood is like water in a creek, flowing, changing, and no one knows where it lead... (to Kirk:)

Maybe a career, or a time... "Two hundred thousand dollars is a lot of money. We're going to have to earn it." (as Blondie write it on a rock in the middle of the graveyard and as well as tells it to Tuco and Angel Eyes)

~tea for six, fretless; slipping up~

~Silenzio è ipnotizzante~

~guitarra real~

~ One voice, covered with dust, Finally made ​​his way Through the copper lines, Where for many years there was nothing. Only the sound of the trumpet, sad, calling. The life means.... ~

You're The Man, Trev.

I listening to it. I flying away.

Saturday morning, the day off with an iPad on the sofa; listening to alonetoners. Svetlana: "...the one who sings now - who?" me: "this is Brett from Illinois". She: "Hmm, let's hear more of his music. Interesting voice"

He said to himself: "I will not want to fly" He kept saying: "'cause I do not want to!" Wax dripped and dripped, tears ... No one wanted to fall down, But too late: you took off already. "Higher!", as they said.

Soldiers on the ground, Have won, How many of them already? How many more will be? I want to be a hero, Too...

Life itself is a waiting, if you try to plan it. What if you do not plan, but just to live?

..they recently moved in, watched telly, so-so, and... a neighbor, according to the old-fashioned custom, decided to go with the cake, get to know them and all that. Who'd have known?

to drorkesser: it is a delay with "tail decay".

Great one, I really like (and proud about) it. Let us think about new one, Trev.

...and thank you all for listening, brothers.

The amazing thing, Trev, is that it is impossible to discover the forgotten, we can only try, and then, if successful, you will receive a "recollection of memories", also different from one time to another. That in itself is interesting, but sometimes it has nothing to do with reality, as I understand. Note: I write this from the train, from Berlin to Hamburg.