Chug Of War (Instrumental)

A collaboration by Featherstone Massacre and Boblivion. We hope you like it

raison d’être

More Than A Memory

When I go back to that place
The first time I saw your face
You were wearing Kelly green
Color of your favorite team
We would hang out after school
Cannonballs into the pool
We were young and still had dreams
‘Til you drowned us in the stream 

It’s been so long now
I can barely recall
Sometimes I’m not sure
It happened at all
We’re so much further
than a stone’s throw
But still I wonder 
where does your mind go?

When you drive through town,
Past the old playground,
Do you take a look around?
Does it make you think of me?
When you see the swing set,
Where our souls first met,
Does it sting with regret—
‘bout setting me free?
And when you walk through the park,
do you check for our mark?
Two initials in a heart
Like a scar upon the tree
And when you see it there…
Are we more than a memory?

I saw your sister in July
Couldn’t look me in the eye
Said you bought a new house
Moved into it with your spouse
But I still see us in your car
Driving to our favorite bar
Belting every single song
Like we did all summer long

It’s been so long since
the last time we spoke
Most of the details
are clouded by smoke
I have recovered 
from the shock of the blow
But still I wonder
where does your mind go?

When you drive through town,
Past the old playground,
Do you take a look around?
Does it make you think of me?
When you see the swing set,
Where our souls first met,
Does it sting with regret—
‘bout setting me free?
And when you walk through the park,
do you check for our mark?
Carved so deep into the bark
Like a scar upon the tree
And when you see it there…
Are we more than a memory?

I don’t expect you to show up on a white horse
Our story’s over, it’s run the whole course 
But I’ve always questioned, if you felt any remorse about us
I know you must…

When you drive through town,
Past the old playground,
And you take a look around
I know it makes you think of me
When you see the swing set,
Where our souls first met,
Bet the sting of regret
Is as painful as can be
And when you walk through the park,
and you check for our mark
B and K inside a heart
like a scar upon the tree
And when you see it there…
We’re more than a memory

When you see it there…
We’re more than a memory

2025 © Golden Quill Productions, LLC.

more than a memory

Last song I’ll repost from the old days

crashing waves

Suppressed historical facts about the Neckar region:
In addition to southern Hessen and the Franconian region, Baden and northern Württemberg are also among the regions in which there were documented attacks on humans by frogs, salamanders and toads between the end of the 15th century and the 1530s. In the villages of Neckarzimmern, Haßmersheim and Neckarmühlbach alone, there were 21 attacks in 1524, resulting in a total of thirteen deaths among the inhabitants, seven of whom were children of kindergarten or primary school age.
In 1531, the town chronicle of Eberbach reports of regular hunts by frogs and amphibians with sticks and stones on the inhabitants of Eberbach and Hirschhorn in meadows and marshes in “considerable” numbers, in which there were “again many victims to mourn”.

Remarkably, these facts remained completely unknown for a long time. The reason for this can be cited as the efforts of the local associations, which were tightly run by the National Socialists from 1933 to 1956, to falsify history through book burnings, denial campaigns and deliberate misdirection in order to establish, reinforce and nourish the legend of the Aryan and thus invincible superhuman.

Tadpoles To The Arms
(Derived and reinterpreted from an old forest-pond kindergarten song for tadpoles and little frog and toad children)

Born in a pond
near nowhere
The heir to the throne,
Can you feel his power?

Built up strong.
Just arms and legs must grow.
Crown and scepter will be mine
Gonna bring you harm and pain!

Grow you legs and throw your back
Out the swamp and kiss the sand
Go you pride and go attack
Conquer might and conquer land...

Tadpoles dive deep
Don’t try to compete!
Tadpoles rise steep
Expect no mercy to receive!

Out the swamp and kiss the sand
Grow your legs and throw your back
Conquer might and conquer land
Grow your pride and go attack

Neither as lamb nor wulf
As frog I’ll be your god
King of the puddle
Emperior of the pond

The lurch is at my feet
Even waterlillies pay homage
Crown and scepter are the tools
To rule the universe!

Grow you legs and throw your back
Out the swamp and kiss the sand
Grow you pride and go attack
Conquer might and conquer land...

Tadpoles achieve
tremendous force!
Tadpoles rise steep
Expect no mercy to receive!

Tadpoles, to the arms...

Tadpoles To The Arms

Late at night he sees her face,
A reminder of his sin,
Forever more,
He feels her scorn,
Writhe beneath the skin,
Down hollow halls,
He hears her calls,
The echos of her weeps,
Until this day,
He'll see her ghost,
Pull him from his sleep,

Can they start again,
or does it all just end,
Together till the end,
Until it starts again

Her Ghost

℗ Komponist made by Gunnar Nanuk Studio-Music -- anwkan@outlook.de ---- www.gunnar-nanuk.de
℗ Produced by Gunnar Nanuk Studio-Music -- anwkan@outlook.de ---- www.gunnar-nanuk.de
℗ Sound mix by Gunnar Nanuk Studio-Music -- anwkan@outlook.de ---- www.gunnar-nanuk.de

Don't look back

Into the fray, a fear that's rare
Fierce blades clash, but there's fluff in the air
Adrenaline pumping, yet soft eyes stare
Little furballs loom, inciting despair

Kittens of doom bring a shiver of fright
Furry assassins in the dead of the night

Their paws are lethal, when they play with a string
Whiskers twitching, ready to spring
Metal hearts pounding, the terror they bring
Cuteness wrapped in a swift death swing

Kittens of doom bring a shiver of fright
Furry assassins in the dead of the night

Grind the bones, hear the roar 
Fluffy shadows creeping near
In the dark, they stalk me down
Those purring fiends, they bring the fear

Methods of mayhem, claw and fright
Spines shatter when they pounce
Underneath their cuddly disguise
A predator lurks, it's pure chaos.....CHAOS !

Everything shakes, where do I run?
In their playful eyes, I see my doom
No escape from this furry fate
They'll hunt me down, I’ll meet my tomb

Ingersoll

Kittens of Doom

44-10.

Stumbled across a demo from 2023 and decided to expand on it. This is the demo and I decided to release it so everyone can get a feeling of hope. -j

Beverly Relationship - demo

Made in September 2023

Video; https://youtu.be/32Zn2RlE3EE

Victory In Struggle

Hello, I’m Rob, or BOB! lol!
One man band: I play Guitar, Bass, Vocals, and program Drums.
(I DO NOT use AI for my music)

I’ve been playing guitar since I was 13, and enjoyed performing in a few bands over the years. 
If anyone is interested is collaborating or chatting music, please don’t hesitate to reach out. 
I want to build relationships and know people for who they are, and not just what they play.

Rob Quinn