October dream. music: "La Petite Fille de la Mer" by Vangelis. + Informações

This Song Was Written For Paolos Grandfather When He Died. + Informações

Mais uma faixa do encontro histórico das sensibilidades de John Coltrane e Johnny Hartman. + Informações

Hit of the 50's. + Informações

Bill Evans Trio. + Informações

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At the North Sea Jazz Festival 2003. + Informações

Sand animation - Ferenc Cakó Vivaldi: Four Seasons Autumn conductor: Lamberto Gardelli. + Informações

taken from the album 'My New Time' Metal Blade Records 2007. + Informações

Distributed by WMG Autumn. + Informações

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Edgar Winter Group, Autumn...70's.. + Informações

Sleeping Silently. + Informações

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Somethin' Else is a 1958 album by jazz musician Julian "Cannonball" Adderley, regarded as a landmark album in the hard bop and cool styles. This critically-acclaimed album is notable for the presence and prominent contributions of Miles Davis, in one of his few recording dates for Blue Note Records. Many critics and jazz fans consider Somethin' Else to be among the greatest jazz albums of all time. When alto saxophonist Cannonball Adderley culled together this quartet, he grabbed three champions from seemingly disparate schools to complement his flinty solos: Miles Davis, the king of cool; Art Blakey, the thundering force of hard bop; Hank Jones, a veteran of swing; and Sam Jones, a versatile bassist adaptable to nearly any setting. The results are one of Blue Note's most beloved albums. The open-ended beauty of "Autumn Leaves," which features Davis beautifully stating the melody on muted trumpet, sounds like it could easily be an outtake from Kind of Blue (which it isn't). The midtempo title track provides the centerpiece of this classic as Adderley echoes Miles's swaggering melody before both unravel wonderful solos. Cannonball Adderley...Alto Saxophone Miles Davis...................Trumpet Art Blakey......................Drums Sam Jones....................Double Bass Hank Jones...................Piano. + Informações

Hello hello again! Back with a brand new Griffin Village song about everypony's favorite Mailmare! Derpy has always been a constant in the fanbase, there from the very beginning! Her birthday wasn't too long ago, so let this serve to a tribute to not only the amazingly awesome background pony, but also to the fanbase! Providing super duper amazing fanon for everyone to revel in and expand upon! I wish I could make up stuff like you all could! Going for pure Owl City vibe again with this tune. This was written almost instantaneously in a Chick-Fil-A on my campus, there were autumn leaves everywhere. Down in NC the leaves go super bright orange! Let's say that this song is from the same perspective as "Summer (Lyra and BonBon)". Who wouldn't wanna be friends with Derpy! Lyrics: I know a mare, she knows me too The stunning Derpy Hooves, or Ditzy Doo If you've got a note she'll send it But don't you be mad when it's late by a couple minutes Nopony's perfect! Trot with me through the autumn leaves And keep close to stay warm Soon you'll see how much you mean to me Feelings I've never felt before The leaves grow bright and yellow Like her hair and eyes stay mellow There's something special 'bout that mare. I'd be a happy fellow If I could just say hello Have to be brave just don't be scared So trot with me through the autumn leaves And keep close to stay warm Soon you'll see how much you mean to me Feelings I've never felt before (Synth solo) When I see her with her filly I .... + Informações

Off the new album Clapton 2010 No copyright infringement intended Just for sharing Enjoy!!. + Informações

Keith jarret playing Autumn leaves. + Informações

silly vid. + Informações

Such an awesome song. =] Off their debut album 'I had the Blues but I Shook Them Loose' here are the lyrics :) Lyrics: And everytime I walk away from you, there's never time, To say what I really had in mind, People try, they never know what's right, It's all the same, A different life behind every face, I can change, I've seen a different page, It's in my head, But I can't turn my back, Every feeling waiting to escape, And suffocate, Every night and every day, People try, they never know whats right, It's all the same, A different life behind every face, I can change, I've seen a different page, It's in my head, But I won't turn my back.. + Informações

The well-known poem by John Keats, read by Neil Conrich. Ode To Autumn by John Keats Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness, Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun; Conspiring with him how to load and bless With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eaves run; To bend with apples the mossed cottage-trees, And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core; To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells With a sweet kernel; to set budding more, And still more, later flowers for the bees, Until they think warm days will never cease, For Summer has o'er-brimmed their clammy cell. Who hath not seen thee oft amid thy store? Sometimes whoever seeks abroad may find Thee sitting careless on a granary floor, Thy hair soft-lifted by the winnowing wind; Or on a half-reaped furrow sound asleep, Drowsed with the fume of poppies, while thy hook Spares the next swath and all its twined flowers; And sometimes like a gleaner thou dost keep Steady thy laden head across a brook; Or by a cider-press, with patient look, Thou watchest the last oozings, hours by hours. Where are the songs of Spring? Ay, where are they? Think not of them, thou hast thy music too,-- While barred clouds bloom the soft-dying day, And touch the stubble-plains with rosy hue; Then in a wailful choir, the small gnats mourn Among the river sallows, borne aloft Or sinking as the light wind lives or dies; And full-grown lambs loud bleat from hilly bourn; Hedge-crickets sing; and now with treble soft The redbreast whistles from .... + Informações

The Kinks - Autumn Almanac From the dew-soaked hedge creeps a crawly caterpillar, When the dawn begins to crack. Its all part of my autumn almanac. Breeze blows leaves of a musty[mustard? ]-coloured yellow, So I sweep them in my sack. Yes, yes, yes, its my autumn almanac. Friday evenings, people get together, Hiding from the weather. Tea and toasted, buttered currant buns Cant compensate for lack of sun, Because the summers all gone. La-la-la-la... Oh, my poor rheumatic back Yes, yes, yes, its my autumn almanac. La-la-la-la... Oh, my autumn almanac Yes, yes, yes, its my autumn almanac. I like my football on a saturday, Roast beef on sundays, all right. I go to blackpool for my holidays, Sit in the open sunlight. This is my street, and Im never gonna to leave it, And Im always gonna to stay here If I live to be ninety-nine, cause all the people I meet Seem to come from my street And I cant get away, Because its calling me, (come on home) Hear it calling me, (come on home) La-la-la-la... Oh, my autumn armagnac Yes, yes, yes, its my autumn almanac. La-la-la-la... Oh, my autumn almanac Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes. Bop-bop-bopm-bop-bop, whoa! Bop-bop-bopm-bop-bop, whoa! (etc.). + Informações

Autumn is here ! Vivaldi's music is superb ! So I made this video ! (Thank you Michael for helping me !). + Informações

Colors of autumn. Song is If It Be Your Will, written by Leonard Cohen, sung by Antony.. + Informações

Eva takes her seat, fiddles with the mic stand and guitar, and then sings her song.. + Informações