Very "Tom".  Very Beluga.  Very nice.  A lovely piece Tom.

Oui, comme dit Bruce, on entend la liberté

perception sensible retranscrite en musique

This song is for Barbara. 

Sometimes our friends need to know that we care.

Call Me _Acoustic  Guitar Version

Still not sure if green is green or life is one giant green screen?
Please check out the completely not relevant irrelevant video :)

https://youtu.be/LLnsf4QqFZo

Is this green?

Signs

cut up (visit on YouTube)

Another Morry original. Kids going off to college and transitioning through high school, so hoping to get together in Aug or Sept to be able to post more. Hope all our SC friends are doing well!

Image source: https://inspiredlearner.weebly.com/one-step-at-a-time.html

Same Old Dance

Im Nachtzug durch Europa - Rendezvous

Struggling to extricate yourself from some awful mess of life and circumstance (relationship?)Free? Feels like it, sometimes, until freedom starts to feel an awful lot like falling down. Still, whatever we choose, the choice to be free, to soar, to coast, or to fall down, is in your hands.

* I always loved Tom Petty and his Free Fallin'. Maybe that was in the back swirling around.?

                                                Free, Falling Down

I’m free… falling down…I’m free…falling down
Never felt this good to be living my life…
Never felt this way,  good to be giving it up…
Left it all behind, I’m going on my own…
I’m spreading my wings

As autumn falls and the leaves do curl
Throw this drowning man… a heavy stone…
A heavy stone
Ah summoning the North winds, a hard brick in soft felt
The world has lungs…that are fit to burst
The world is a mighty fist…in your hands
The world is a fragile fist …in your hands…in your hands!

In your hands… Whoa! 
(Im free…falling down)
It’s in your hands … Whoa!
Never felt this good to be living my life…
Never felt this way, good to be giving this up…
Left it all behind, I’m going on my own…
I’m spreading my wings.

Well who made the world mad?
Was it us? That twisted the five fingers of continents?
Fingers of continents
Hold the world for what it’s worth, 
Don’t let your spoon stir the pot…in reverse

In your hands…In your hands   (I’m free)
It’s in your hands…

Wigmore-: Music, guitars, chorus lyrics, lead vocals (chorus)/backing vocals, mixing,production
Allen:  bass, lyrics for verses, vocals (verses)/backing vocals

Test It To Destruction

Free, Falling Down

Beluga

Well, my good friend Paco dropped me a note to say he had a piece of music to which I might like to try and add something, were I so inclined.  Always a good day when that happens.

Now, I can't honestly recall the precise sequence in which the neurons fired inside my skull to yield the result we have here, but we are where we are as they say.

Don't go looking at me for rationale.

Thank you, Paco, as always my friend, for inviting me to come out to play, and for mastering the end result in the midst of untold techno-horror grief.  I hope your DAW world resolves itself very soon.
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Socrates at Sundown

I lie bewildered, here, in my sphere of cubes,
On crushed silk cushions sprawled.
I sketch the cool Palladian dudes
In charcoal, on Aleutian walls.
They think I know what thoughts are theirs,
And beg to trade their graceless airs, 
But I left them there to climb their stairs
Ever downward through Athenian halls.

They say my knowledge is remiss,
The diabolical's back in town.
Seems ignorance is bliss
For this philosophical clown.
I'm seeking emptiness of mind,
That's where I hope to find
That old, old friend of mine,
Socrates, at sundown.

My associate, Plato knows the game
Survives through pretty dialogue
He suffocates but bestows his shame
On city states whose statutes fog
The heads of people in their ranks
Attentive on the Eridanos banks
Dispensing death by way of thanks
As justice shreds its cogs.

Deep mental grasp of social structure
No need to ever write it down
Accused outcast for youth's corrupture
Where the bleeding of democracy is bound
To seek the causal end of time
Of Aristotle and Nietzsche's kind
The men of Athens rendered blind
Killed that old, old friend of mine,
Socrates, at sundown.

Socrates At Sundown (with MidiSound)

Reflections of intuition II

There is no room for sloppy habits in space. They could be fatal. But then we are only human (apart from those non-humans, that is).

Image by Neural Blender, a web-based AI artist.

Things Began To Slide

Sigma

Carnet de croquis
Carnet de route
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Sketchbook
Travelogue

Beluga

Tom Régnier

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