You put half and a quarter soul,
Fires, a weighty chunk of ice;
Give me stripes and give me hoofs,
Yellow brick roads and a heart,
A castle with a rose aloof.
She looks forward to the evening wine
Red stained glass of liquid leisure time
I don't know what
People look for in
Portable call, portable call: I declare bankruptcy of all the networks. LANs: gone. WANs: crashed. Network operators: unoperative.
I've a feeling a hat's the knack
To relieve this life long bane.
Another space operatic tune, inspired by the poetry of the great Meehar of Epsilon Aurigae.
Common amongst space traders, this folk song is about the mythical world of Soldelaide many believe lie at center of all space routes.
Getting away lightly, escaping painful reality in a world of synthesized sound.
A small piece of mostly quiet music for a gentle summer. Made with LMMS on Ubuntu.