What are you listening to right now?

by **Allegro** » Wed Aug 07, 2013 3:48 pm

Hammer of Los » Fri Aug 02, 2013 4:44 pm wrote:...

Nice one Allegro.

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Ahhhh, HoL. I just now listened intently to that vid again. You heard some lyrics in ways I hadn’t, if you’re affirming what I think you are.
Thank You :sun:

for your acknowledgement.
A.

by **justdrew** » Wed Aug 07, 2013 4:58 pm

by **KUAN** » Wed Aug 07, 2013 6:29 pm

by **seemslikeadream** » Wed Aug 07, 2013 7:53 pm

by **0_0** » Wed Aug 07, 2013 8:34 pm

by **Allegro** » Thu Aug 08, 2013 2:41 am

I’ve loved the duduk, a woodwind instrument of Armenian origins.

^ A Cool Wind Is Blowing | Djivan Gasparyan

Allegro » Thu Nov 22, 2012 8:40 pm wrote:
^ Ararat (vocal, percussion) | Armenian

^ Duduk, full orchestra | indigenous to Armenia

Allegro » Thu Jul 25, 2013 8:21 am wrote:
^ Eastern Path | Alexander, film

^ Roxane’s Dance | Alexander, film

Allegro » Sat Jan 15, 2011 4:37 am wrote:. Two Fifty Three Kelvin
by Bart van der Gaag

At 253° Kelvin (-4°f, -20°C) the world is caught in a silent, frozen moment.

music | Hovern' engan, Songs From a World Apart, 2006
composers | Armand Amar, Lévon Minassian

The entrancing solo instrument you hear is called the duduk, a traditional woodwind instrument of Armenian origins that is popular in the Caucasus, the Middle East and Central Asia. More.

by **KUAN** » Thu Aug 08, 2013 5:07 pm

by **Hammer of Los** » Thu Aug 08, 2013 5:59 pm

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I'm just practising this for the next time we have karaoke on the ward or in the unit's communal garden.

The patients and staff will enjoy this one, I'm sure.

It's so much fun here in Tommy's Holiday Camp!

They don't realise.

I'm laughing at them all.

But ya know, inside.

Mostly.

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by **justdrew** » Thu Aug 08, 2013 8:49 pm

by **IanEye** » Fri Aug 09, 2013 10:30 am

IanEye wrote:
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http://rigorousintuition.ca/board2/blog/IanEye/cargo_culte_b-328.html

put your hands on the wheel
let the golden age begin

the window down
feel the moonlight on your skin

the desert wind
cool your aching head

the weight of the world
drift away instead

it's a treacherous road
with a desolated view

there's distant lights
but here they're far & few

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just like a paper tiger
torn apart by idle hands

through the helter-skelter mourning
fix your self while you still can

adrift on the currents - have you already touched
those bright corals of the Guinean coasts

where those indigenous magickians act in vain
who still hope for smashed planes

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