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…
This is a synopsis of Reg's favourite movie put to music. Sorry about the length but what can you do, when you have a story to tell, you can't cut it short can you? This is one to download for the car to listen to on that boring journey or when…
Dry lines of newspaper reports that day, including:
Desirae Loy, also known as *Johnny's Girl*, said: I swear he don't trust me no more that or he is realy *jelouse*
my contribution/offering to this years RPM...Does it ever happen that angels or devils perhaps walk among us mortals here on our earth?? Winter Nacht is a 11 act dialogue between two travelers who meet in the winter twilight, on a road in the…
~and finally to fight~
Finally: the struggle of opposites, the conflict between light and darkness, inconsistencies of beginning and end. Type of music: the Messiah. Or what we understand as it is.
Assured of that morning has already come, the person, hardly having risen, has approached to a window. "Here you are, my old friend Madness" - he thought, and stepped forward. The wall did not succumb, though. The windows were not.
~no way out~
This is a bootleg tape of Reg's last music therapy session from when he was in prison prior to his release. It was acquired from his psychiatrist for fee......................
The path to liberation - is a fraud, and he, of course, well aware of this when paying for the record [that you could get for free]. in fact, that money was for...
1st voice: how, he still reads newspapers?
2nd voice, answers: probably yes ...
1st voice bewilderment: why does he do it?
Third voice (presumably female): he thinks it it the way to join the world.
1st voice, thoughtfully: Yeah ... How much he still must go to ...
~communication breakdown~
Title song from this years RPM Challenge.
Lyrics:
Shot dead
is what I felt when I first looked into your eyes
Shot dead
Is what I became, I tell you that ain't no lie
My head
it just exploded when I saw that way that you dance
Off…
Reworked the vocals a bit (quite a bit). And yet again! And now, Gumbo Stu is singing backup bits. Thanks for the vocals Gumbo, a very welcome addition!
And, as requested, here are the lyrics:
I'm Not Afraid
You can blow me up
You…
In response to a suggestion of Dr. Ozan Yarman I tried a tuning he created for a different project. I realized the composition using Garritan Personal Orchestra Baroque organs, Garritan World sample set Oud and Santoor samples performed on an…
During therapy Reg has had a break through thanks to another visitor to the cellar another friend of Elvis's Pavarotti .........then Reg thought the orchestra was too much so he sacked them and just left pianist to accompany the vocalist.......
~hardly way to see you~
I knew a guy who is very early married a girl with the same name as this song. They lived-lived, have "amassed" three sons, a bobcat and no treasures but friends. I don't be surprised if I find out that they live so far, and enjoy that The Man with the funny scarf sings a wonderful song about them. Miracle.
Was Reg daydreaming had Robert Plant really just come down the cellar bar to visit Elvis and sang while he played. He shook his head and resumed playing .....................
Reg has seriously got the blues and can't seem to leave the empty bar, there is just him and Elvis in there. The strange thing is that the tables and chairs are there, the bar and the stools but there is no booze behind the bar just empty glasses…
~immersed~
They all said: Do not go in blues so deep, don't. I did not listen and slid down, down. It was cool, was cool, then cold. And who remembers me now as someone who trudged from the sounds of Led Zep, eh?
This is like a mission for the Doom Patrol
I need a robot body for my brain
Miss Callas calls
the dopamine exhanges
the sound of down
And there is danger everywhere
the scissor men are coming
House of icons
Felt like cards
The brilliant…
This was one of several songs I recorded in a session on the night of my 29th birthday. I had decided to just start playing and see how many tunes I could write straight through without stopping. My only rule was that these tunes had to be totally…
~too heavy a burden~
... he'll never wake up, nor to fly off. He calls it the "blues-soul-comes-out". He still remains with us, the poor sinners. We, however, only do not know: to rejoice over it, or what? Yeah-h...
~that's true, baby, true~
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
~...he was just stutterer, Reggy~ I was here until the end and realized not all, of what was here. Why d-do they look at-t-t me, hmm? :-)
Dry lines of newspaper reports that day, including: Desirae Loy, also known as *Johnny's Girl*, said: I swear he don't trust me no more that or he is realy *jelouse*
~and finally to fight~ Finally: the struggle of opposites, the conflict between light and darkness, inconsistencies of beginning and end. Type of music: the Messiah. Or what we understand as it is.
Assured of that morning has already come, the person, hardly having risen, has approached to a window. "Here you are, my old friend Madness" - he thought, and stepped forward. The wall did not succumb, though. The windows were not. ~no way out~
How wonderful to hear this - the successor of real Apple/Parlophone sound/nature.
The path to liberation - is a fraud, and he, of course, well aware of this when paying for the record [that you could get for free]. in fact, that money was for...
1st voice: how, he still reads newspapers? 2nd voice, answers: probably yes ... 1st voice bewilderment: why does he do it? Third voice (presumably female): he thinks it it the way to join the world. 1st voice, thoughtfully: Yeah ... How much he still must go to ... ~communication breakdown~
~Angry Roller~
It makes me well. And brave.
~Dead.Can.Dance~
~visitor to the cellar of the soul that waits. Waits for the opera to come~
~hardly way to see you~ I knew a guy who is very early married a girl with the same name as this song. They lived-lived, have "amassed" three sons, a bobcat and no treasures but friends. I don't be surprised if I find out that they live so far, and enjoy that The Man with the funny scarf sings a wonderful song about them. Miracle.
~here is a Rush voice~
O!
...and resumed to sound to the now empty room, for the empty room...
~immersed~ They all said: Do not go in blues so deep, don't. I did not listen and slid down, down. It was cool, was cool, then cold. And who remembers me now as someone who trudged from the sounds of Led Zep, eh?
~and there was no danger~
~in a mellow tune~
~sweetheart of mine~
~too heavy a burden~ ... he'll never wake up, nor to fly off. He calls it the "blues-soul-comes-out". He still remains with us, the poor sinners. We, however, only do not know: to rejoice over it, or what? Yeah-h... ~that's true, baby, true~