Good guess, played back to that time! Crazy.

Excellent processing to get the vintage sound…dope!!!

Reminds me of the end of the shining.  Awesome

The table shown in the picture belongs to a suite of pieces of furniture crafted in the early 1990s for the interior of the Kremlin by an Italian carpenter's workshop specialising in oak-design.

A big Thank You to The Neighbor for dropping in and playing a wonderful guitar.

Oak

1
Out of one single seed
With lots of nutrients to feed
Within the ground
Out of a natural striving
Heavenwardly
At least 5 centuries ago

Cut one morning
Somewhen in the eighties or seventies
Last century, supposedly in Italy
Your leaves were so green - and
Then you stopped to breathe
And were stored and dried for ys

ref 
300 ys to grow,
300 ys to bloom,
300 ys to die
That’s your „normal“ life

2
Skilled artistic carpenter hands have worked upon you 
After your death with devotion
Cutting, sanding and priming -
„Lying Flat“ on these three pillars
Born out of a single notion:

"A place to meet",
10 elliptical, oval square
Out of one single piece
Lacquered in white and
Adorned with gold leaf
Six meters long, 2.50 wide

ref 
300 rings to grow,
300 rings to bloom,
And then 300 rings to die
Oh, that’s your „normal“ life

3
Hard to believe that must be necessary
Something like you
Being so earthbound and stable
Was that already inscribed  
Somewhere in your fibres ?
Ending up as a „dissension-table“ ?

Next moment the mad imperator will receive an unwelcome guest and 
An oppressive breathless coldness spreads  
Just for an instant before the lightnings of the camera flashes begin 
And then all this weighs down on you.

ref 
300 rings to grow,
300 rings to bloom,
And then 300 rings to die
You would have outlived us many times

out
Now that you are an icon 
The outmost insane things
Happen at your long edges - and
What have you done to deserve that one ?

Oak (ft The Neighbor)

There’s Room on the Door, Rose

Member when you tried to jump, Rose
And I saved your life
You’d think you would slide over,
Or at least you would have tried

Sinking in slow motion 
Gives you cause to cry
At least you’ll have your flashbacks
Of when I was alive

There’s Room on the Door, Rose
But I’ll just let it slide
There’s Room on the Door, Rose
But it’s more romantic if I die

Member that time we was dancin’
With all them steerage folk
I knew it was beneath you
But you got drunk and had a smoke

In the back of that car, Rose,
We had an awful lotta fun
And that time we was sailin’
into the setting sun

I was king of the world
And you were my queen
Now you’ve got yer memories
And I’m turnin’ green

There’s Room on the Door, Rose
But I’ll just let it slide
There’s Room on the Door, Rose
But it’s more romantic if I die

I’ll be waitin’ in heaven
Still young and in my prime
And I’ll draw ya lots of portraits
Of your wrinkled ol’ behind

There's Room On The Door, Rose (Feat. Jack) - Live from Davy Jones' Locker

... we had been talking about a drum/sax project, short: DRUMAX PROJECT ....
proud to present now the first track of this project !!! ... from joerxworx & I, with fresh DRUMAX magic !
@docfritz > composition, arrangement, drums, percussion, final mix, production
@joerxworx > tenor saxophone, sax effects

DRUMAX PROJECT

The Movie

DRUMAX No. 1 // CARAVAN TO MARS

Star Girl

To the River, To the Sea (Rough cuts and demos 6)

This was the first song I wrote (in 1988). I just renewed it. 😉 Enjoy! 👇

Lyrics & Vocals by Lac:

Imagination

I see the Earth
There is everybody fun 
and sun is always shining.
Just do the work,
and everybody will good 
in world.

I see the world without wars.
It's imagination.
Little boys without toys 
It's Imagination.

I see the world without chances. 
It's imagination. 
See the truth without justice 
It's Imagination.
 
I see the Earth
There is everybody fun 
and sun is always shining.
Just seek the truth,
and everybody will be 
your Muse.
There is celebration!

Imagination

Blooming Flowers

My old friend Gareth takes vocals and acoustic guitar

Goodbye (with Gareth)

Nights

The Stars Above The Highway

fight or flight

Émotions pendulaires lovées au céladon larvaire à peine effeuillées par la danse des phacélies en prières courbes, ici mangent les araignées calligraphes des transparences outrepassant ces sorbets sanguins si intimes aux squelettes des dehors indociles suffisamment carcasses connaisseuses pour enquiller quelques cailloux à leurs cocons que caressent les bourgeons femelles fushia du noisetier puis masse le mistral les romarins murmurant alors le mauve amoureux d'abeilles sauvages enfants des calices et des pistils peut être s'y filent ces semences suspendues lorsque d'autres éclatent à la gourmandise des campagnols dont les globes gobent tous photons avant de louer leur labyrinthe aussi argile mère goulue que les courtilières sous la plaine après les collines qui ne cessent de flûter nos nuages sauveurs et écrins des demains ou s'écrit déjà la victoire des terres et des femmes.

Nos Nuages Sauveurs

Be excellent to each other!

"For we wrestle not against flesh and blood, but against principalities, against powers, against the rulers of the darkness of this world, against spiritual wickedness in high places."
--Ephesians 6:12

"Now may our Lord Jesus Christ Himself and God our Father, who has loved us and given us eternal comfort and good hope by grace, comfort and strengthen your hearts in every good work and word."
--Thessalonians 2:16

There's Room On The Door, Rose (Feat. Jack) - Live from Davy Jones' Locker

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