When the night comes & the bar is closing there’s still a song to linger in our heads while we dance the blues away. Drop that needle, let that soul enter our bodies, buddy, and pay the fiddle for his wonderful tunes. And I will praise you & your amazing frames, captein!
ay, Fritsch, there’s always that blue note inside us – especially when the lights go down and the last round’s been had, and then it’s the night time and then it’s the right time to drop the needle and let those records spin outside and inside ourselves. what would we be without that rain, huh?
“We sailed for parts unknown to man, where ships come home to die
No lofty peak, nor fortress bold, could match our captain’s eye
Upon the seventh seasick day we made our port of call
A sand so white, and sea so blue, no mortal place at all”
That’s what they wrote, said, sung, the Reid and Brooker, that’s what I listened to, last week after dozens of silent years, that’s what makes me dance alone. Alone in front this picture of you, cara!
ay, Francis, what a great band, and how about some Whiter Shade Of Pale to complete that Reid and Brooker magic, huh?
(years of silence? that’s almost unbelievable as your imagery is so full of music, but I’m glad you’ve found your way back to your tunes, buddy! life’s too long for silence…..)
ay, Starry, selv om det ikke er et teknisk perfekt bilde (hva kan man vente av et lite leketøy sent på natten når fotografen ikke er helt stødig :D) så er det …. noe der, i omfavnelsen – eller dansen…
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When the night comes & the bar is closing there’s still a song to linger in our heads while we dance the blues away. Drop that needle, let that soul enter our bodies, buddy, and pay the fiddle for his wonderful tunes. And I will praise you & your amazing frames, captein!
All the best & safe travels, Fritsch.
ay, Fritsch, there’s always that blue note inside us – especially when the lights go down and the last round’s been had, and then it’s the night time and then it’s the right time to drop the needle and let those records spin outside and inside ourselves. what would we be without that rain, huh?
thanks, pal!
keep it up!
Hepp!
“We sailed for parts unknown to man, where ships come home to die
No lofty peak, nor fortress bold, could match our captain’s eye
Upon the seventh seasick day we made our port of call
A sand so white, and sea so blue, no mortal place at all”
That’s what they wrote, said, sung, the Reid and Brooker, that’s what I listened to, last week after dozens of silent years, that’s what makes me dance alone. Alone in front this picture of you, cara!
Abraços.
ay, Francis, what a great band, and how about some Whiter Shade Of Pale to complete that Reid and Brooker magic, huh?
(years of silence? that’s almost unbelievable as your imagery is so full of music, but I’m glad you’ve found your way back to your tunes, buddy! life’s too long for silence…..)
thanks, pal!
Hepp!
Tid og stad opphøyrer.
ayayay, MT, tilsynelatande så var det sånn der og då – men kven veit kva som eigentleg skjuler seg bak eit bilete?
hepp frå herregarden!
😀
Dette bildet griper meg. .
ay, Starry, selv om det ikke er et teknisk perfekt bilde (hva kan man vente av et lite leketøy sent på natten når fotografen ikke er helt stødig :D) så er det …. noe der, i omfavnelsen – eller dansen…
trur eg.
Hepp!