The deep country blues of Mississippi meets the melodies of Indian Sitar ragas.

Twilight

Original song written and performed by Indio Romero

Building Towers

Building Towers (acoustic demo)

Evening Song

Too Late For Love

This isn't actually a blues song, but the title seems to fit anyway.

Here are the lyrics:

I don't like it, don't like it hanging out in front
I gotta say it's givin' me the shits, pardon me for being so blunt
It wasn't there a while ago, don't know from where it came
But I don't like it so very bad I can hardly say its name

Don't want it don't want it and it's clear I'm not alone
I see some folks who've had it since before they were even grown
They seem to get on with their lives and I guess they seem ok
But I don't like and don't want it - that's all I've got to say

I never look down 'cuz
It's hard to miss
I can't believe
That it's come to this
It came on slow
So I didn't know
It was happening to me
Until one day in a mirror I saw what everybody else could see

I've been alive a lot more years that I've got years left to live
I've been doing pretty good with learning to forgive
Myself for things I did or didn't do and places I've never been
But I'm finding it hard to forget that I was once young, fit and thin

For me it's front and centre, for some its back and low
And others carry it anywhere, everywhere they go
But they tell me that this belly fat is no good for my heart
Since I want to live a few more years I guess I'd better start
Some sort of exercise and diet - It seems a cruel plot
But as card carrying human being I suppose that that's my lot

I never look down 'cuz
It's hard to miss
I can't believe
That it's come to this
It came on slow
So I didn't know
That I was not immune
Maybe now that's just who I am and hence this tragic tune

Bellyfat Blues

Your Love Will Save My Life

Lighthouse

 A Dawn to Remember

I don't believe you

Look, Mom, I was just cited, can you believe?
In a journal several people will read,
But they picked up my paper, gave it a glance,
And now my name's in lights, by chance.

It's a tiny win in the grand design,
But in this world, it feels divine,
Who knew a footnote could feel so grand?
I'm walking on air, Mom, just like I planned!

Look, Mom, I made it, I'm on the map,
In the smallest font, but I'll take that clap,
Gonna print out this footnote, frame it high,
It's my biggest achievement, who knew I'd fly?

Look Dad, they tweeted my work, with 2 likes and share,
Sure, one was my friend, but I don't care,
My words are out there, floating in the feed,
In the wild world of hashtags, I've planted a seed.

It's my micro-viral moment, my 15 minutes of fame,
In a thread of knowledge, I've staked my name,
Who needs a headline when you've got a tweet?
It's a digital dance, and I've found my beat!

Look, Dad, I made it, I'm on the map,
In the smallest font, but I'll take that clap,
Gonna print out this footnote, frame it high,
It's my biggest achievement, who knew I'd fly?

Look at me, I made a breakthrough late last night,
But no one noticed, no headlines in sight,
Alone, proud and stunned, with the silence around,
I felt like a queen, with my crown unbound.

It's a quiet victory, just mine to keep,
In the still of the night, it runs so deep,
No fanfare needed, no crowds to cheer,
In the echo of my work, I hold it dear.

Step by step, these tiny wins align,
Each one a jewel in the crown I design,
Brick by brick, I'm building my throne,
From small victories, an empire grown.

I Made It

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Hi! I am Igor, a lefthanded guitarist from Serbia. I play and compose vintage art rock, melodic rock guitar instrumental music with high emotional depth and strong uplifting power, often ballad and sometimes virtuoso.
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Here on soundcloud I am also opened for collaboration. I'll supply you with keen and highly emotional melody, or some faster rock soloing in my vintage style, for a suitable fee, we can make a deal about the pricing, no worries.

Evening Song

Igor Lisul