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Imaginary Seasons. Beautiful themes analogue sounds peaceful yet querky

by GP Hall

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Instrumental....The ice is melting. From the greyness lovers emerge. Lying on your back in the bluebell wood, gazing at cloud sculptures....you rise and walking through grass...you watch the butterfles dance on the winds of change.
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instrumental.Instrumental....The ice is melting. From the greyness lovers emerge. Lying on your back in the bluebell wood, gazing at cloud sculptures....you rise and walking through grass...you watch the butterfles dance on the winds of change...
3.
Instrumental....The ice is melting. From the greyness lovers emerge. Lying on your back in the bluebell wood, gazing at cloud sculptures....you rise and walking through grass...you watch the butterfles dance on the winds of change
4.
Instrumental....The ice is melting. From the greyness lovers emerge. Lying on your back in the bluebell wood, gazing at cloud sculptures....you rise and walking through grass...you watch the butterfles dance on the winds of change
5.
Instrumental....The ice is melting. From the greyness lovers emerge. Lying on your back in the bluebell wood, gazing at cloud sculptures....you rise and walking through grass...you watch the butterfles dance on the winds of change
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Instrumental....The ice is melting. From the greyness lovers emerge. Lying on your back in the bluebell wood, gazing at cloud sculptures....you rise and walking through grass...you watch the butterfles dance on the winds of change.
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instrumental...Run barefoot on a beach where flamenco dancers mix with ancient dream makers under a sacred moon. At dawn you throw open the window to the hubbub of the city-sirens, building sites, music from shops. The excitement of life is waiting...go
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instrumental...Run barefoot on a beach where flamenco dancers mix with ancient dream makers under a sacred moon. At dawn you throw open the window to the hubbub of the city-sirens, building sites, music from shops. The excitement of life is waiting...go
9.
instrumental...Run barefoot on a beach where flamenco dancers mix with ancient dream makers under a sacred moon. At dawn you throw open the window to the hubbub of the city-sirens, building sites, music from shops. The excitement of life is waiting...go
10.
instrumental...Run barefoot on a beach where flamenco dancers mix with ancient dream makers under a sacred moon. At dawn you throw open the window to the hubbub of the city-sirens, building sites, music from shops. The excitement of life is waiting...go
11.
instrumental...Run barefoot on a beach where flamenco dancers mix with ancient dream makers under a sacred moon. At dawn you throw open the window to the hubbub of the city-sirens, building sites, music from shops. The excitement of life is waiting...go
12.
instrumental...Run barefoot on a beach where flamenco dancers mix with ancient dream makers under a sacred moon. At dawn you throw open the window to the hubbub of the city-sirens, building sites, music from shops. The excitement of life is waiting...go
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Instrumental...A Lake ripples with hypnotic calm, cornfields shimmer with golden light. You watch swallows fly ancient trails as nature, on borrowed time, scatter seeds of an Indian Summer and memories of the time gone by...peace
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Instrumental...A Lake ripples with hypnotic calm, cornfields shimmer with golden light. You watch swallows fly ancient trails as nature, on borrowed time, scatter seeds of an Indian Summer and memories of the time gone by...peace
15.
Instrumental...A Lake ripples with hypnotic calm, cornfields shimmer with golden light. You watch swallows fly ancient trails as nature, on borrowed time, scatter seeds of an Indian Summer and memories of the time gone by...peace
16.
Instrumental...A Lake ripples with hypnotic calm, cornfields shimmer with golden light. You watch swallows fly ancient trails as nature, on borrowed time, scatter seeds of an Indian Summer and memories of the time gone by...peace
17.
Instrumental...A Lake ripples with hypnotic calm, cornfields shimmer with golden light. You watch swallows fly ancient trails as nature, on borrowed time, scatter seeds of an Indian Summer and memories of the time gone by...peace
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Instrumental...A Lake ripples with hypnotic calm, cornfields shimmer with golden light. You watch swallows fly ancient trails as nature, on borrowed time, scatter seeds of an Indian Summer and memories of the time gone by...peace
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Instrumental...A Lake ripples with hypnotic calm, cornfields shimmer with golden light. You watch swallows fly ancient trails as nature, on borrowed time, scatter seeds of an Indian Summer and memories of the time gone by...peace
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Instrumental...A Lake ripples with hypnotic calm, cornfields shimmer with golden light. You watch swallows fly ancient trails as nature, on borrowed time, scatter seeds of an Indian Summer and memories of the time gone by...peace
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Instrumental...A Lake ripples with hypnotic calm, cornfields shimmer with golden light. You watch swallows fly ancient trails as nature, on borrowed time, scatter seeds of an Indian Summer and memories of the time gone by...peace
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instrumental...you search for new symbols and solitude, but find only a storm too powerful to challenge. You retreat to the warmth of home. Gazing through the window, hot breath melting the ice you wait. The white wilderness envelopes you...This too shall pass....
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instrumental...you search for new symbols and solitude, but find only a storm too powerful to challenge. You retreat to the warmth of home. Gazing through the window, hot breath melting the ice you wait. The white wilderness envelopes you...This too shall pass....
24.
instrumental...you search for new symbols and solitude, but find only a storm too powerful to challenge. You retreat to the warmth of home. Gazing through the window, hot breath melting the ice you wait. The white wilderness envelopes you...This too shall pass....
25.
instrumental...you search for new symbols and solitude, but find only a storm too powerful to challenge. You retreat to the warmth of home. Gazing through the window, hot breath melting the ice you wait. The white wilderness envelopes you...This too shall pass....
26.
instrumental...you search for new symbols and solitude, but find only a storm too powerful to challenge. You retreat to the warmth of home. Gazing through the window, hot breath melting the ice you wait. The white wilderness envelopes you...This too shall pass....
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instrumental...you search for new symbols and solitude, but find only a storm too powerful to challenge. You retreat to the warmth of home. Gazing through the window, hot breath melting the ice you wait. The white wilderness envelopes you...This too shall pass....

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a new take on the seasons nothing to do with Vivaldi, its fresh and timeless

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released March 26, 1992

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GP Hall Nantwich, UK

I emerged in the British blues boom of the 1960s followed a long winding path through various scenes and cultures. Studied with the Roma flamenco master Manitas De Plata in Spain, toured Europe with Liverpool band Casey Jones & the Governors, Commissioned three times (twice by The Arts Council of Great Britain) played in the British avant-garde scene of the 1970s. Released 15 solo CD's to acclaim ... more

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