You live on street. Act quickly, without any sense, as the wind that blows where he pleases. Chaos? primitive element? ...stirring the cauldron full of cultures and no-cultures…and the real life begins.
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/For Trevor, from far abroad
You live on street. Act quickly, without any sense, as the wind that blows where he pleases. Chaos? primitive element? ...stirring the cauldron full of cultures and no-cultures…and the real life begins.
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/For Trevor, from far abroad
You live on street. Act quickly, without any sense, as the wind that blows where he pleases. Chaos? primitive element? ...stirring the cauldron full of cultures and no-cultures…and the real life begins.
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/For Trevor, from far abroad
You live on street. Act quickly, without any sense, as the wind that blows where he pleases. Chaos? primitive element? ...stirring the cauldron full of cultures and no-cultures…and the real life begins.
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/For Trevor, from far abroad
You live on street. Act quickly, without any sense, as the wind that blows where he pleases. Chaos? primitive element? ...stirring the cauldron full of cultures and no-cultures…and the real life begins.
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/For Trevor, from far abroad
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…
To listen when timelessness.
~The road to the heights of knowledge is never easy, but it exists~
Also:
"He was asleep when the boy looked in the door in the morning. It was blowing so hard that the drifting-boats would not be going out…
Voice. The voice of one man. Does this mean anything?
I mean, one person says to the world, to people, to infinity. Of course, we talk and it always refers to contemporaries, but do they understand it? Whether the person understands them? Do…
Smoke of the past
The shadow of experiences
What was not
But could have been
~
For Kevin Scot Sparks, Painter-Prof., All-Age Mentor & Trumpeter-Producer
Smoke of the past
The shadow of experiences
What was not
But could have been
~
For Kevin Scot Sparks, Painter-Prof., All-Age Mentor & Trumpeter-Producer
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…
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…
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…
We played played marbles in the sun
Sure It was a lot of fun
Till mother called and we had to run
Boy did we run run and run
Leaving our marbles baking in the sun
For lunch we had jam sandwiches and a Chelsea bun
I'll never forget that summer fun.......
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…
To be true to yourself - how is it? True to the sound that you retrieved from the instrument, to give [share] it away to others (to whom? you'll never know)? True to the mood that you're trying to follow, and which changes before you realize what…
JMT said it very well,,classical drifts, perhaps you channel Chopin at times or Monet? i was able to spend time in the Muse de Orsey this summer, getting lost on the upper floor with the impressionists,,,, i stand there getting/falling into the pictures while others pass by as shadows,,, this piece is so much like that, a place of refuge in a troubled time,, excellent and thanks r
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
...go array - That's it!
For all the plans of mice & men the best plans go array!!
Thank you!
Wonderful!
magic......
He stooped and then began stirring the cauldron with his wand..............and the magic began
and a lovely time was had by all....
So lovely a thought and such a pretty melody. Thank you Igor, Peace, Bethan
Lovely! I'll look forward to the finished version
Smoke of the past The shadow of experiences What was not But could have been ~ Yeah...
The blue of the day clashes with the dark of the night to create the sweet music of melancholie......
Fabulous! w;-)
makes me wonder if Bach ever played marbles, very nice fun
We played played marbles in the sun Sure It was a lot of fun Till mother called and we had to run Boy did we run run and run Leaving our marbles baking in the sun For lunch we had jam sandwiches and a Chelsea bun I'll never forget that summer fun.......
Thank you Igor. This is very vigorous and fun. Well played Sir! Love the atmosphere and great sound engineering. Cheers Bee
I love all these pearl but I believe this one loves me best.......
A lost DaNny Kay dance routine ......found just in the nick of time.....
Beautifully played.....
JMT said it very well,,classical drifts, perhaps you channel Chopin at times or Monet? i was able to spend time in the Muse de Orsey this summer, getting lost on the upper floor with the impressionists,,,, i stand there getting/falling into the pictures while others pass by as shadows,,, this piece is so much like that, a place of refuge in a troubled time,, excellent and thanks r
wonderful......
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~
!
...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~