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I felt a frisson, a presence, as she passed me; “never fall behind” she said
Blue eyes, yeah china blue; or green maybe 
The silhouette of a crown was it? Or of his fine hair on a perfect head
I lost them in the dream; never saw them again
 
Green on blue, he flashed by me; Kingfisher
She’s chimera, he’s quicksilver; Arcadia dancers 
She passes by like a mayfly; sweet Calista
You reach and fall, you try and call; they don’t answer
   
These were different, seven years on, but it felt the same
They stood and looked me in the eye, and I could only stare
Felt like honey kisses, like the remembered bliss of a dream
Felt like a lost love, then they were gone; if they were ever there

Green on blue, he flashed by me; Kingfisher
She’s chimera, he’s quicksilver; Arcadia dancers 
She passes by like a mayfly; sweet Calista
You reach and fall, you try and call; they don’t answer

Seven times seven years, waiting and waiting long 
I sensed them in the twilight, in the half conscious fall into dream time
This time I was ready, I had waited for them through the long years
I reached and touched her hair, ephemeral in the sun

Green on blue, he flashed by me; Kingfisher
She’s chimera, he’s quicksilver; Arcadia dancers 
She passes by like a mayfly; sweet Calista
You reach and fall, you try and call; they don’t answer

Kingfisher and Calista

Gorilla drugstore・ゴリラの薬屋・Gorilla-Apotheke

This song was originally composed for piano by Hitoshi Yasui, chairhouse of Tokyo, who was generous in allowing us to arrange and record it for guitar and strings. It is another song from his "Piano Ten Thousand Leaves" project. The string arrangement is by composer Guillaume Pearson. Watashi No Kokoro translates as My Heart.

Thanks to Hitoshi for his daily musical watercolors and thanks for allowing us to adapt this beautiful song. The original piano version by chairhouse can be heard here: https://soundcloud.com/chairhouse/watashi-no-kokoro

the photo is of lovely Lizzy to whom this song is dedicated (<;

Watashi No Kokoro, strings by Guillaume Pearson

George Orwell's Time Machine

The lyric is an extract from "The Rime of the Ancient Mariner" by Coleridge
It is an amazing epic poem. It seems to me that it is an allegorical warning about the unintended consequences of cavalier interference in natural systems. Or it may just be about an old sailor.

All in a hot and copper sky,
The bloody Sun, at noon,
Right up above the mast did stand,
No bigger than the Moon.

Day after day, day after day,
We stuck, nor breath nor motion;
As idle as a painted ship
Upon a painted ocean.

Water, water, every where,
And all the boards did shrink;
Water, water, every where,
Nor any drop to drink.

The very deep did rot: O Christ!
That ever this should be!
Yea, slimy things did crawl with legs
Upon the slimy sea.

About, about, in reel and rout
The death-fires danced at night;
The water, like a witch's oils,
Burnt green, and blue and white.

And some in dreams assurèd were
Of the Spirit that plagued us so;
Nine fathom deep he had followed us
From the land of mist and snow.

And every tongue, through utter drought,
Was withered at the root;
We could not speak, no more than if
We had been choked with soot.

Ah! well a-day! what evil looks
Had I from old and young!
Instead of the cross, the Albatross
About my neck was hung.

Water, Water Everywhere

Always loved the various video game underwater themes, like the ones from Donkey Kong or Sonic. This time I went underwater for exploration, loved it, very cool places to explore there! Have a good one:)

bandcamp

Submergence

Chillin

Flute By Soumya Mondal,
All Other Instruments & Vocals By Martin Reed.
Produced By Martin Reed.

The Thunderstorm Recorded 12/08/2020

The Expanse With Soumya Mondal

Heights

Although inspired by the novel "Cage Of Souls", I found myself reflecting on chess games with my Uncle Peter... As far as my Aunty knew, these games were the only times he ever reflected on his experience as a POW (he was captured by the Japanese army in the second world war). He was a mild and gentle Scot, but his chess was brutal!

Chess With Peter

I've moved house! 
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Like all who are impassioned, Rightly takes blissful delight in losing himself, in fully experiencing the thrill of surrender. And so he often writes with no desire to think, in an externalised reverie, letting the words cuddle him like a baby in their arms. They form sentences with no meaning, flowing softly like water he can feel, a forgetful stream whose ripples mingle and undefine, becoming other, still other ripples, and still again other. Thus ideas and images, throbbing with expressiveness, pass through him in resounding processions of pale silks on which imagination shimmers like moonlight, dappled with indefinite.

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