Thursday, July 14, 2011
Sunday, June 26, 2011
Sunday, May 15, 2011
I'm Only Sleeping (Acoustic Guitar Cover)
We were only sleeping
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Acoustic Guitar Music,
Musical Gems,
Илко Биров,
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Saturday, May 14, 2011
Saturday, May 7, 2011
Wednesday, May 4, 2011
The Book & The Blues Pt. 1
Hey Hey
Dumb
Married with Children
Cocaine Blues
God's Gonna Cut You Down
Before the show :)
More to come
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Acoustic Guitar Music,
Literature,
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Wednesday, April 27, 2011
I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud
I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.
Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
The waves beside them danced, but they
Out-did the sparkling leaves in glee;
A poet could not be but gay,
In such a jocund company!
I gazed—and gazed—but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:
For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.
Poems in Two Volumes (1807)
William Wordsworth
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.
Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
The waves beside them danced, but they
Out-did the sparkling leaves in glee;
A poet could not be but gay,
In such a jocund company!
I gazed—and gazed—but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:
For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.
Poems in Two Volumes (1807)
William Wordsworth
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