Musical piece about the fairy adventures of toys on and around the Christmas tree, and all that.
For us, the boring adults realists, such a story is ridiculous, but not for them - for children who listen to tales with bated breath. For them…
Daytime and night direction of the senses are different, and not only with increased perception, but also with some distortion of reality. Voices of the previous thousands of years?
Daytime and night direction of the senses are different, and not only with increased perception, but also with some distortion of reality. Voices of the previous thousands of years?
This piece is an illustration of one of the episodes of a Russian fairy tale about a little brave Humpbacked Horse.
Instruments used: blues harp (harmonica), classical guitar and some bells-and-whistles. Narrated by Svetlana.
This piece is an illustration of one of the episodes of a Russian fairy tale about a little brave Humpbacked Horse.
Instruments used: blues harp (harmonica), classical guitar and some bells-and-whistles. Narrated by Svetlana.
This piece is an illustration of one of the episodes of a Russian fairy tale about a little brave Humpbacked Horse.
Instruments used: blues harp (harmonica), classical guitar and some bells-and-whistles. Narrated by Svetlana.
Indecision is not always bad, sometimes it even leads to the determination. Or leads to the solution. Or does not lead anywhere (also a kind of solution).
~For Tessa~
wonderful soul,,,,,a lovely piece with many beautiful moments,,,,,,id love to hear this live,, perhaps in a windowed room looking out over the frozen countryside of your homeland
interesting,,, the music seems to move in and out,,, i have a sense of......of time flowing by,,,my not understanding it all,, just being there,, and yes people do seem to disappear,, as does much of what once was,, fine piece
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
Nice, my friend!
I'm a grateful listener! Thank you!
Thank you Kirk. Merry Christmas!
Such beauty!
Sensing a new movie title..
Wow! Very nice! A hint of mystery
very cool,, what's the name of the folk tale? id like to look it up,,, well done
exquisite.
Wonderful.
Nice experimental spaces here!
Some beautifully felt sounds there, Igor! Thanks.
This is some powerful stuff, Igor. Moving, and played with lots of passion. The passion is what communicates the most.
Oh yes, well played. Such a beautiful, varied and emotive piece. Happy Christmas Igor.
wonderful soul,,,,,a lovely piece with many beautiful moments,,,,,,id love to hear this live,, perhaps in a windowed room looking out over the frozen countryside of your homeland
Nice Igor very nice. You play a great piano mate. This is very beautiful.
Thank you friends.
Beautiful!
Good one.
interesting,,, the music seems to move in and out,,, i have a sense of......of time flowing by,,,my not understanding it all,, just being there,, and yes people do seem to disappear,, as does much of what once was,, fine piece
Beautiful Igor liked this very much mate.
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~
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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~
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...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~