What a treasure these marbles! Colorful, transparent, with or without stripes... Let's play?
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For Bee.
Also:
Hark, hark! the lark at heaven's gate sings,
And Phoebus 'gins arise,
His steeds to water at those springs
On chaliced…
This is where the dream of free flight lives.
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1) Announcement:
"Engineer M.S. Los invites willing to fly with him on August 18 on the planet Mars to appear for personal talks from 6 to 8 pm Zhdanovskaya Embankment, 11, in the yard…
Sometimes the natural order of things seemed broken, the course of events accelerated to a rapid and you feel that what is happening with you is ...a movie, and you're in, but this is not your, you are here by accident.
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…just another turn…
...whether roaring like hungry lions impatient for the arena? I go out into the world, I am tense, I know that the audience, they are mine, is only important. Bull for them, I for them.
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Time to exit, Matador!
Sometimes the natural order of things seemed broken, the course of events accelerated to a rapid and you feel that what is happening with you is ...a movie, and you're in, but this is not your, you are here by accident.
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…just another turn…
But what an amazing accident! Your music is gorgeous and magical. I love your creation. Intelligent design or not, nature is amazing and life is miraculous, whether it exist here on Earth alone or on "billions upon billions" of other worlds. And for me, what is most magical of all are musicians like you and works of art like this number. Rock on!
It does have a loneliness quality to it. But this solitude is on the beach, wading in the incoming tide, with colorful shells underfoot. Nice compilation -- keep grooving!
...whether roaring like hungry lions impatient for the arena? I go out into the world, I am tense, I know that the audience, they are mine, is only important. Bull for them, I for them.
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Time to exit, Matador!
He longed for those days of glory, backed by the baying blood thirsty crowd as he sat silently alone watching the clowns rehearse their act for the afternoon matinee ..........
Last-n-found from the “Long Farewells” recording session. Recorded live, one-by-one, in one of endless winter evening.
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http://adneonlux.bandcamp.com/album/long-farewells
This is where the dream of free flight lives.
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1) Announcement:
"Engineer M.S. Los invites willing to fly with him on August 18 on the planet Mars to appear for personal talks from 6 to 8 pm Zhdanovskaya Embankment, 11, in the yard…
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
Powerful!
The flute effect is beautiful!
Again, brilliant -- magical!
You are brilliant!
COOL -- Sci-Fi-ish.
Masterful composition. You have an excellent feel for the keys. Astounding talent!
Fantasia! You're telling tales with sounds. Fabulous!
Gorgeous. Beautiful. Very touching, moving, gentle, bittersweet, sad, gripping.
You're a master at using colorful sounds to generate moving imagery. this one really reached into me. I did indeed enjoy the trip -- thank you!
This one is dark and ghostly -- I love it!
But what an amazing accident! Your music is gorgeous and magical. I love your creation. Intelligent design or not, nature is amazing and life is miraculous, whether it exist here on Earth alone or on "billions upon billions" of other worlds. And for me, what is most magical of all are musicians like you and works of art like this number. Rock on!
Like fairies in a garden.
It does have a loneliness quality to it. But this solitude is on the beach, wading in the incoming tide, with colorful shells underfoot. Nice compilation -- keep grooving!
I always see a movie when I play your soundscapes. Just put my head back, slip into the music stream and go.
He longed for those days of glory, backed by the baying blood thirsty crowd as he sat silently alone watching the clowns rehearse their act for the afternoon matinee ..........
I think this is a wish I was there moment......
The Matador lays his head onto the soft pillow and has the applause of death ringing in his ears as sleep seduces his tired mind......
A tense listen - very intriguing!
… and ride under the endless sky full of peppermint.
I'm always a sucker for a mysterious radio message. Nice one.
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~